One action! For shame. Oh well, as they say, "time waits for gnome ann". I guess I'll just have to play this without you all
Take a post-meal nap. Zzz.
Unless we trek onwards this turn, in which case, onwards!
Name: Mr. Whiskers
Appearance: a proud and pretty kitty
Things that make you the best: the whiskers!
Signature Spell: [DATA NOT FOUND]
Strikes: none!
Stuff: tiny whisker comb, quality whisker oil, a glock
Now is a socially acceptable time to take a nap.
You dream of a strange bipedal ape holding an artifact weapon much like yours, but fatter and with two barrels. She's in a strange, dark, deadly place.
You can't remember much except that just as the ape was about to step into a swirling portal of water, you woke up suddenly, somewhat annoyed.
Fluffy the Terrible[10]
You lie in the sun and play a... game? where your followers present you with various random object and you express your approval or disapproval. It is mildly amusing.
The ClawYou devour the mouse. Yum!
Snowfoot[10]
You think about where to look for the best bet at getting a live mouse. Could try necromancy...? Nah, too risky. Hmm, well, if there are any live mouse around, other cats have probably found them. And the cat most likely to have done so are the
best cats, so one of the other mages...
You turn around and see Claw behind you, smiling contentedly.
Having been distracted by the surplus of meat, the contingent of men, women, and kittens takes a little breather to feast and nap before starting the march again some hours later. You make a little progress over the desert before once again Val descends over the horizon and night falls.
The night passes uneventfully, but when morning comes, the enemy is again sighted, this time land troops.
A man with an artifact spyglass spies a formation of mouse legionnaires directly in your path. They're accompanied by a ring of little mouse mages in robes.