Chapter 2: Paragraph 6: Return of the Generic Street Thugs.
Dis [7] v. Chance [9]
Dis [10] v. Chance [8]
Annabelle Winston[10]: You keep watching. Dis places on of the die down next to him, but keeps the other two in his palm. The one he placed down has a red, green, and brown camouflage pattern, and appears to be a ten sided die. Dis rolls another die, this one different shades of brown, and frantically watches as it falls. It lands on the ground and he looks worried. He taps his temples and begins to speak "Dexter send out a decal to-" but cuts off with a sigh of relief at something in the bowl. "Never mind," he says, "the boy was able to handle it." He visibly relaxes and rolls the other die, black and grey, and mutters to himself something that sounds like, "good job boy, and thank you for running, I don't want to put your mother through any more heartbreak," as he watches the third die land. "Ah good," he says as he picks it up, "that was a close one." He taps his temple again. "Dexter, send out a decal to the back entrance, the one with that arrow trap that has been firing randomly. Someone tried to break in and it hit him. Bring him in and get him bandaged up, not to mention giving him the antidote, then bring him to me."
Jason/Octavian Grey[8]+1: You run off and duck to the nearest source of cover you can find, the doorframe of a nearby building. You find a position in the doorframe were a hole lets you look out at the house you were just at, but you're completely covered. Looking out, you see Carter, laying on the ground, clutching his side, still in the doorway. You scan the rooftops to try to find who shot him, but you don't see anyone.
Carter Graham[3]: You try to move, but the moment you do, the pain explodes into your legs. It hurts so much, you fall right there, unable to move out of the doorway. The moment you stop trying to move, the pain returns to normal. The burning feeling in your side isn't growing, but it's not going away. You rub your hand over the wound, and look at it. There is some blood, but surprisingly little for an arrow shot.
Russel "Fish" Fischer[8]-2 [9]+2: You allow magic to rush into your legs, allowing them to brace for impact. You land hard, causing a cloud of dust to fly up around you. Thanks to your magic, the impact leaves you with no da,ages, besides the bottoms of your feet being a bit sore, and you take off running. You run as far as you can away from this crazy house, creepy mom stalkers be damned, and you end up in a poorer part of town. You run into an alley way, and barrel into something hard. You look up to see three snarling men dressed in leather. "Well," the man you barreled into says in a heavy Brooklyn accent, "wha'da we have here?"
MM, temporary decrease your strength and dexterity by 1, you got hit with a poison that works to prevent movement, and no, this isn't an ass pull, I had it planned last turn but the poison hasn't spread enough yet to make it detectable.
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