Player goes closer and throws d4's at the Brood Mother. (1) Only one of them hits her in the (2+2) cheek, for (2+1-4) no damage! Laliona throws another javelin at the Brood Mother's (3+1+2) head! It hits her for (5+2+2-4) 5 damage! Now, (2) she's REALLY mad! She turns away from Cheese-Whiz, and rushes for Laliona! (4) She trips over the blood of the rats and (4) gets stunned! Laliona rushes over to Cheese-Whiz (3+2) quickly enough before the Brood Mother gets back up and drags him to the cart, while yelling at Clock to hang in there (haha, geddit?) and Cheese flailing (1) like an artard. (2+2) They get there in time and they are in relative safety.
Teddy goes to attack the fallen Brood Mother, who is trying to get back up, and (4+3) arrives super-fast, and even splatters some blood into the Brood Mothers' eye, blinding her! He quickly strikes her in the (2+0) tail, for (1+1-4) no damage! Meanwhile, the old man gets out of the box and drags it (with the kids inside) towards the cart. (5+2) (5+1) He lugs it with ease and arrives at the cart quickly and safely. The children climb on board, followed by the old man. They look tired, but otherwise fine, apart from the boy's cut on his knee.
The Mother finally gets up, still blinded and infuriated. She decides it's time to run and fight another day. When she runs to the entrance of her rat-hole, she turns and gleams at you with hatred. A lot of hatred. She quickly goes in, and you can hear the excited squeals of the ratlings inside.
The old man thanks you for saving him and his grandchildren.
"Thank you. So much," he gasps for air. "I thought I would lose them. But you saved us! Are you adventurers? Mercenaries?" He stops and looks around, and sees the brand of the exile etched into the frame of your cart.
"Is something wrong, Grampa?" says the little girl.
The old man looks at you. Then turns to reply to his granddaughter: "No, nothing's wrong, Gel." Then he turns to you. "We thank you, adventurers. If it weren't for you, I don't know what could've happened! Anyways," he sees your wounds. "There is a settlement up north, where we were heading. There is a healer, I believe, and I'll be happy to compensate for your fee!
"We were running from the raiders!" the boy screams. Abruptly.
"Sh, don't be so loud, Pantyhose. That's what attracted those mosquitoes, and we barely made it out of that one!" says Grandpa.
"Yeah, dumbhead," she says. Then she snickers quietly. "Pantyhose. Hahaha."
"Gel, don't make fun of your brother," the old man says, then snickers with Gel. "Hahaha, Pantyhose! Wue're sorry Panty, that's the name the random name box chose for you during your naming day."
The old man then turns to you. "My name is Knife by the way. I was a Tes'lan Guardian when I was your age, at Tes'la's Coil. You should head there. The Magi might have need of strong Marketlings such as yourselves!"
Then he whispers. "What did you guys do to get exiled?"
((Yeah, forgot to add the bio and gender during signups. Sorry. By the way, Pantyhose's name was random. Thank you random word generator! It's still pretty funny right now.))
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