"yep!" She sits on the floor and starts pulling live mice from her sleeve and talking to them until they die of fright. Then she sadly eats it and moves on to the next one
Droidbait watches, very confused.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a loud THUNK noise from the forest. Anyone with truesight or Detect Magic will detect abyssal energy radiating from the source. Regardless, it isn't hard to find out where it came from: There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
Ember walks up to it and carefully attempts to pull it out of the tree.
There is a loud THUNK noise from the forest. Anyone with truesight or Detect Magic will detect abyssal energy radiating from the source. Regardless, it isn't hard to find out where it came from: There is an enormous meat cleaver lodged into the ground in the woods. And by meat cleaver, I mean a cleaver made of meat. Molten fat drips off of the blade. Any magic that detects fiends reveals the blade to be one. It's not a shapechanger, though.
Ember walks up to it and carefully attempts to pull it out of the tree.
Str: 10
It comes out easily. Does Ember have any magical protection on her hands?
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Flint is hanging around by the command post, looking for any discarded machine parts
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Droidbait watches, very confused.
Ye old creator of characters
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mornin kiddo."
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There are a few discarded metal sheets.
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Flint tries to pick up one of the metal sheets and carry it away
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*STR and Steath plz*
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Tortured poet and writer
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"How are you doing? No... sith? I think that's what they're called" she asks,
18, 14
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"Im fine. And no sith whatsoever."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Both pass*
he successfully takes the metal
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He drags the metal back to his den, then returns back to the clone camp
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The clones seem to be fixing a huge AT-TE
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
.
Ember walks up to it and carefully attempts to pull it out of the tree.
Str: 14
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
'Hey, cool walker ya got there!'
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One of the clones looks down at him from a perch. "Thanks!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles, figuring that's good news, "Great!"
He nods
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Ya encountered any more droids?'
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It comes out easily. Does Ember have any magical protection on her hands?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nah. Those clankers cleared outta here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.