Strider_Koln
First Post
Clover flinched as she heard Ruby's bone shatter and felt a tremor of anger rip through her that Bothwell could be so cruel. But then, they hadn't met very nice people this evening, so she guessed it was only to be expected.
She was just about to make a wild dash for the loft with the not-broken stairs, to be able to shoot at Bothwell from across the way, potentially, when she saw Koln tumble back to the ground and fall in a heap on to the hay. She quirked an eyebrow, used to Koln being a bit more graceful, then ran forward to kneel beside him and help him up (which I should be able to do, I think, according to how the map looks). She was frantic as she gripped his hand and pulled him to a sitting position, "Koln! Are you okay? What should we do? I know we need to take him to Edward unharmed, but right now I really think that I'd rather just blow him to bits. Do you think we could shoot him from the other side? Or should I get up there and try to freeze him with a command or something?"
Begging Koln for instructions!
1d20 → [4] = (4)
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Um... should I assume that he just looks at Clover and blurts something really wild and random? (yes, I know I didn't really have to roll for this)
Koln stands, his eyes slowly open as he mutters in a monotone voice as he rubs the back of his head, "La peste noire vient pour m'aimer, faites mon corps brûler. Vous faites mon corps brûler....brûler...ring...all fall down! br...donut... eh? Ah, instructions, listen listen carefully. p-purple monkey dishwasher...!" He points angrily at Bothwell, "Krispy Creme Mother




Translation: Black Death comes to love me, made my body burn. Make my body burn... burn...