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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ringmereth" data-source="post: 3192628" data-attributes="member: 33915">While Carver transfers the energy of his infusions into the kobold's garb, Parlinor spots a length of rope looped around Morika's rucksack. With it, he binds the hairy humanoid's limbs to the table as securely as he can, with several knots looped on top of each other. Testing the bonds, the priest finds them secure. With a little less grace than he might desire, Vhir, his face like a demon's, hoists himself onto the table. He plants his legs on either side of the bugbear's shaggy head, and with a nod to the priest of the Soverign Host, watches through blood-colored eyes as his captive awakes. The bugbear's eyes flutter open marginally as it groans deeply, but in an instant they go wide in shock. Stretching his neck away from the hellish kobold, he flexes his thick, bulging muscles and strains at his bonds, violently trying to break free as he roars curses. The table wobbles unsteadily; its legs were probably not built to hold well over two hundred pounds of angry goblinoid. Before his convulsions rip it apart, a fit of coughing cuts them short--the magical healing did not restore all of his injuries, it seems."What in Khyber are you?" he rasps, spraying heavy drops of spittle onto the terrifying kobold.The action point wasn't necessary for the intimidate roll.</blockquote>