Having no flight instinct, Foullis and Obtenir must fight. Foullis loses his footing on an unflushed eddy of offal and shatters his chisel on an overhead pipe (chisel and all it represents--destroyed) in the subsequent flailing. The farmer pierces the demon baby mama (
3 points halved to 2).
Four islanders, having more flight instinct than fight, flee. They once again wade through the bilge water and reach the base of the platform--from which they can ascend the ladder to the surface world.
In a hot-blooded rage, the demon attacks indiscriminately. Poor Kat. Obtaining his status as guild beggar had been the crowning achievement in his life and had afforded him a 5% discount on the purchase of his crutches. Now, he lies face down in the muck, his liver safely ensconced within the monster's left cheek, having been transferred their by its ever active right claw.
Up above, Endo engages in some mild stocktaking.
Endo:
"I wasn't even that fond of him in life, but now he's just annoying. What should I be doing?" he inquires uncertainly. "Do we anticipate another attack soon?"
As if in answer, that same ethereal voice croons,
If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some scrimshaw in your hair.
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle kobolds there.
What! San Fancisco? Where is that? Who would want to dance with kobolds there?
Islanders are up.
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:49, Wed 27 May 2020.