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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:33 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:33 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:34 am
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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LMFAO CRIT FAIL
Horace took a deep, deep breath. Then he spun on his heel and headed back to his scrying glass (which was just a fancier name for a silver dinner plate - he was becoming vaguely attached to it). He sank down, crossing his legs, his back to the rest of the people. They made his vaguely uneasy, but he tuned them out through sheer force of will, or he tried. "Show me where the guitar, the stone, the music is." He placed his hand over the plate, thumb to thumb, forefinger to forefinger, and breathed on the silver, fogging it up. Horace hummed tunelessly and swiped it away, staring into the metal surface.
His back felt uneasy, the people were behind him and he couldn't see them, couldn't see...
ezra boon +4 quiet +2 calm +1 mirrorish +1
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:46 am
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