Help Pariah out by dragging him back into the cart and waiting for the people who know what they are talking about to finish up
Dodge attempts to be returned to cart.
begin making hacking noises, stealing cloves and throwing cloves at apprentices.
then hide in the cart.
or if it seems easier steal an open jar of honey and sit quietly in the corner eating it.
Opposed action time! Hmm, both have dex bonuses of 1. However, here we see the effects of race on the modifiers, as a wofman has an inherently higher dex than a bugman.
(2 v. 5) which matters not in the slightest. Varrick reaches a single, furry arm out from under his hidey cloths to paw at Cho-Ja, who simply steps to the side and considers his antics. (4 v 4) looks like harassing the cook and stealing honey are tied! harassment wins due to a technicality, in which the honey theft was to be attempted if it was "easier." (1) Cho sttarts to hack, and gets a face full of broom for it. surprised, he staggers back and spits out a few straws, mandibles clicking in annoyance.
((So Altair accidentally added some additional bits of potentially important script? This sounds suspiciously overshoot-y to me, but I'll see what happens.))
Examine the new runes. If I don't see any blatantly obvious errors, set Terry in the middle of the circle, say a brief chant to activate it, and then concentrate on maintaining a constant flow of energy to power/control it.
You look at your work. Everything seems in order. the additional bits areas you envisioned them. So you place your giant hissing cockroach in the middle of the circle and activate it. Terry remains still as magical energy begins to coalesce around him and into him. Or her. who knows, with cockroaches? I assume they figure it out well enough. anyway, after a few minutes, you feel your energy drain, and you must release the spell. Terry sits up and looks at you, one antennae bent forward, and one foreleg raised slightly. He emits a startlingly loud hiss. You look quickly around, but it looks like the cook and others have their attention occupied elsewhere.
"IGNORE THE RAT. IS OUR DELIVERY TO YOUR SPECIFICATIONS, SPICEMASTER?"
I SPEAK IN ALL CAPS. ANY WORDS MADE BY PYLON IN LOWERCASE ARE HORRIBLE FAKERS.
I'll fix it then. sheesh. The spice master bobs forward toward Thrips slightly, states quite solemnly, as to a small, and not altogether bright, child: "Yes, I am indeed, a crab." He then leafs through a few sheafs of paper, consults the concierge, and calls out to an apprentice to run and verify the shipment, which the apprentice does. "Looks like everything is here. Splendid! I will have the apprentices load your requested items immediately. Is there anything else i can do for you?"
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