!EabccEYuUs 06/30/11(Thu)23:09 No.15438664|
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>>15438588 (88 technically wins, but all of the posts lead to the same thing, so I'll combine them)
Over the din, you hatch one final, desperate plan. Screaming over the howling maelstrom of energy that is holding the beast at bay, you command your slave at the ready. Almost as if of one mind with you, she has already emerged from the tree before the last few words leave your throat. It is a wonder to see her work, even with her wrists still manacled as they are. Her eyes glow as brightly as the blue brand on her forehead as she flips and stradles the monster's shoulders, and she claws at the monster's back.
"FOR THE RAVEN GOD!" she cries out in exultation, and her nails drag and break but outline a crude image of the Eye on the minotaur's back!
Spent the slave goes limp and rolls off, barely managing to tuck as she drops to the ground. A second later, the doombull starts to convulse and shake. Though it seems not to become the daemon host you had hoped for, the creature is soundly subdued, and it crumples to it's side as the mark burns at it's nape.
The last of the feathers evaporate in your hand, and your knees meet the ground as well.
Well done again! (Roll 2d12 and an action. First die being the priority given, the second die being the effectiveness of your action. First five rolls will be considered.)