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Should I use my luck point now? |
LIAM: No, your luck is dead. |
MATT: No, she didn’t use it last time, she saved |
it– |
LIAM: Oh, you saved it! (inhales) |
SUMALEE: I have to. |
MATT: All right, go for it. |
(groans) |
LIAM: Oh, no! It’s a one! |
SAM: Kid’s dead, let’s go home. |
MATT: Well, you still pick the one you want to, so |
you go with the previous one. You don’t have to pick |
the one. Pretty sure that’s how the luck feat |
works, right? |
LIAM: That’s right. Whatever one you want. |
MATT: From best you can tell, there is nothing; no |
contraption adhered to the cage. It’s just a cage. |
You come up close and look inside. You can see |
Kitor, your partner, is slumped in the back of the |
cage, unconscious. With what little bit of light is |
in here as you focus– you have darkvision, so you |
can see in his unconscious face he is still |
breathing, but there are wounds and scrapes. You |
look and see Asar, who is awake, who is currently |
holding a burn puncture right in his abdomen. He |
looks up to you, the sweat dripping down his face, |
and goes, “Mama? Mama!” and leans up to the cage |
and puts his hand over the outside of the bar and |
reaches out for you with the other hand and |
entwines his fingers. “Mama, you came.” |
SUMALEE: I’m here. Mama’s here. I want to heal |
them. Can I heal them? |
MATT: If you have a heal spell, yeah. |
SUMALEE: I have Healing Word. |
MATT: Yeah. |
LIAM: (quietly) I don’t like it. |
MATT: What’s your healing word to your son? |
SUMALEE: (quickly reading under breath) |
MATT: What’s the word you say that heals him? |
SUMALEE: Oh, what’s the word I say, I’m sorry. |
MATT: What phrase? It’s up to you. |
SUMALEE: Be well. Be well, my son. |
MATT: Roll a d4. |
MARISHA: That’s pretty good. It’s three. |
SUMALEE: Three? Did that count? |
MATT: Sure, I’ll let it. It’s all right. |
MARISHA: Plus your wisdom modifier. |
MATT: I think it’s a plus four? Yeah, okay. |
Looking really hurt from whatever injuries he’s |
sustained, you watch as the injuries slowly close |
up and he breathes a little heartier again and |
looks at you with a renewed smile, his hand still |
entwining your fingers, and says, “Mama, I want to |
“go home.” |
SUMALEE: I’ll bring you home. We’re going to get |
you out of here. I grab that cage and try to pull |
it apart as much as I can. |
SAM: Let me try to unlock it. |
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