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I've done enough "sneaking and hiding and guiling around the powerful Big Bad" in my RPG career that sometimes I crave a chance to punch them in the face, even if we're doomed to lose, just to show that I stand for our cause instead of crawl.
…Crap, am I becoming a bruiser?
Transcript:Ocellus (TS): You could have mentioned he was a 13th-level Wizard!
DM: To be fair, he's a 13th-level Wizard who has lost most of his spell slots due to the current magic crisis. Plus, Wizards are never the beefiest class… You had a theoretical chance.
Sandbar (AJ): Yeah, for 12 seconds.
DM: Luckily, Neighsay pulls his punches and merely leaves you all bruised. He taps the EEA medallion on his chest, which sparks with a prepared spell. Chains of magical energy bind you all together.
Silverstream (PP): Like in a big ol' clump?
Yona (FS): Yona want personal space back!
Chancellor Neighsay: Thank you for saving me the trouble of tracking you down. From now on, this school is pony-only! As nature intended.
Gallus (RD): Zero regrets.
Smolder (RT): Indeed.