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Five more years! (Five more years)!

I'm impressed this is still around, tumbleweeds or not. (Eight years for me, almost to the day. I just remembered.)

I'm still game. Let's see if we can bring this to a conclusion.

Hm, well.. 7's a fail for Jamilee no matter what save it's interpreted as.

Jamilee fails her will save.

Jamilee twitches against the vines and other growth restraining her. It looks less like an attempt to break free, and more like one to cut a rug, despite her situation.

Jamilee now dances or struggles uncoordinatedly against the vines wrapped around her limbs. Hard to tell which one of the two, although it's clear how she feels about it -- her expression couldn't be much less happy without her face falling off.

Er, what are the exact effects of dancing like a fool? Can Jamilee still take any actions at all, or at least shout angrily at various people?

Initiative (1d20+4=18) "Nnnngh," says Jamilee. For all the lack of clear articulation, her expression makes it crystal clear that she's not capering and prancing in place for the sheer fun of it.

Jamilee forms up with Tibard, walking on. As soon as she thinks she's out of earshot, she hoarsely whispers to him. "Weird. Why the middle of the hrnoad?"

"Kind," rasps Jamilee. "But we've places to be, and I've a bum hrneg." She indicates the bloody bandaging, with what she hopes is a decent attempt at an apologetic smile, but ends up looking more like an uneven sneer.

"Fairies. hrn. Right." From her expression, it's clear that Jamilee has no clue as to what they are or what's going on. It would seem Rivenblight didn't teach her much about the Fair Folk. She doesn't let something silly like utter lack of knowledge stop her from simply walking up, raising a...

I'm back up, too, if you'll still have me. Sorry about the sudden absence; RL dumped a load of trouble on me, and for a good while I was too stressed to even remember I was involved in a PBEM game. Fortunately most of it is behind me. I'll see if I can catch up.

Jamilee does some wolf-packing of her own and circles around to Wolf 1, closely passing by Christopher in the process. "Good show," she says to him as she does so. Once she's at the wolf's six, she slashes at it with her saber. -walks N, NW, W, W, SW to end up at E4, if I'm reading the map...

Jamilee groggily shifts her position to attack one of the wolves worrying at Reis from a good angle, and sets to work with her blades. Despite the state she's in, she manages to pull off a fancy move or two, scoring a beautiful strike on her target.. only it lacks strength and follow-through...

Jamilee groans as her vision swims and narrows. Not good. Free of the wolves' jaws for the moment, she dance-steps to the side, drops her bow, and quickly casts a spell. Casting while in armour is difficult, but she pulls it off without too much trouble. As the Shield spell comes up and the...

..whispers something like "paranoia rewarded" as it flies straight and true at the first wolf she sees bursting through the underbrush - let's say #5. attack, damage (1d20+6=18, 1d8+1=7)

Jamilee looks confused, and wary. She glances to Jonah, then to the two suddenly docile wolves, then back to Jonah, silently mouthing "what did you do?" Without waiting for a proper answer, she nocks an arrow, draws, and turns to scan the underbrush. There's probably less friendly wolves about...

A chill runs down Jamilee's back as the wolves easily circumvent the Grease and head straight for the sleepers - they must be pretty bloody hungry, or maybe rabid, or worse.. One punctured lung deserves another, but all this thinking and worrying is enough of a distraction to have her attempt...

Jamilee lets fly with a shriek of "ENEMIES!" a banshee wouldn't be ashamed of, and an arrow at the lead wolf (number 2) - Surprise round - attack, damage (1d20+6,1d8+1=15, 7).