Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)

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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)

Post by Sly Boots » Mon Jun 30, 2025 9:35 pm

11 (12-1) on the Wits check.

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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)

Post by Mantis » Mon Jun 30, 2025 9:40 pm

How many extra days food would her body provide the party?

Asking for a friend.

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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)

Post by Sly Boots » Mon Jun 30, 2025 9:43 pm

I mean, Jinx and Rufus gotta eat too, right? :-k

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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)

Post by Animalmother » Mon Jun 30, 2025 9:48 pm

Cumflutter strikes again! First a horse and now the hot chick..

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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)

Post by Stormbringer » Mon Jun 30, 2025 10:47 pm

Mantis wrote:
Mon Jun 30, 2025 9:40 pm
How many extra days food would her body provide the party?

Asking for a friend.

Three days (for the whole group).
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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Re: Scene VII: The Scorned Path (Scum on the Trail)

Post by Stormbringer » Mon Jun 30, 2025 10:49 pm

Sly Boots wrote:
Mon Jun 30, 2025 9:35 pm
11 (12-1) on the Wits check.
All right, Doc, let's see how your body takes to this water.

Roll me 2d20 for a GRIT test.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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