Bubbles' Gait 3

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Your party awakens to news from afar. You are groggy but ready for anything, as always, you rascal. There is a letter on the table.

1. Open the Letter. It's just a letter.
2. [BARD] Allow me to save this note from its prison! Huzzah!
3. Study the letter. It might be curious, and so may you.
4. Ignore the letter.
5. [GD] Post the letter through your own letterbox. That'll teach them.
 
Roll 18

[SUCCESS]

The letter appears unchanged but you know that you have somehow avoided ... something.

1. Open the Letter. It's just a letter.
2. [BARD] Allow me to save this note from its prison! Huzzah!
3. Study the letter. It might be curious, and so may you.
4. Ignore the letter.
5. [GD] Post the letter through your own letterbox. That'll teach them.
 
[1]

Despite an overwhelming feeling I'll regret it.
Despite an overwhelming feeling of impending regret, you open the envelope. There is a letter.

To who it may concern ('whom', you correct silently).

With haste and no small amount of abandon, we summon you and a battle hardened group of adventures to save a SOMETHING from the SOMEONE who is heading towards Bubbles Gait 3 for reasons most dire and exciting.


Roll 15

[Perception - SUCCESS]

If only you could form a party before joining this exciting adventure. Your eyes close and drift to - wait, who is that over there?
 
Due to a lack of social skills, I stare at the figure intently, seemingly unaware of how long I've been doing it for, in an attempt to ascertain friend or foe.
 
Roll 5

[Failure]

You cannot tell, at this stage, whether your soon-to-be party members are friend or foe.

This is a lie. They will be both.

If only you could form a party before joining this exciting adventure. Your eyes close and drift to - wait, who is that over there?
 
I try a more direct approach and ask loudly:

Are there any adventurers brave enough to join me in saving something from someone who is heading towards Bubbles Gait for *pause to re-read letter* reasons most dire and exciting?
 
"You look like you need some help.. captain inept.. Is it?"

(she says as she enters, the light glints through her wings from the doorway she entered from, other denizens gawk in awe.. some at the colours flooding the room from the light striking her blue stain glass window-esque wings, some at her diminutive 2ft stature)

"And what be that Gods awful smell? Is it you, one whom gyrates, oh so brokenly..so broken ?"

(she attempts to gyrate in a more rhythmic manor, more akin to a creature possessing an iota of talent, but lacking the social skills to diffuse the tension that builds from the situation)
 
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