Verdure

>Break a bottle and use it as a weapon against the gnats.

>Attempt to tame swarm.

You shatter a bottle, nectar ale dripping onto the floor as the bartender hides behind the counter and the peony playing the piano starts a hectic combat tune.

However, you aren't of the kind to engage in wanton violence, your wild birth leading you to a deep respect for natural life.

+2 Feeling

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Roll
Compassion = 2d6+Feeling
Result: 6 + 2 [+ 2], 10, Success

You hold the bottle in your hands, drops of nectar still lying within as you gather up the gnats. Now in the gnat-equivalent of a food coma, they peacefully float by, falling into a deep sleep beside you. The Flytrap snarls.

Offer to buy her a drink.

You tell her to hold it right there, as you offer her the flagon from the bar, half-full of ale. She smashes her bat against one of the tables.

"I don' care 'bout no bloody ale. Ah'm 'ere for 'im. That slimin' bastard took my child."

What? That is your last thought, before the bartender grabs the flagon from your hands, smashing it against your head.

...

......

The Flytrap smacks you awake. The smell of charred wood assails your senses, coughing pollen from the vents around your stigma. The bar, ablaze with red, is falling to pieces around you.

"He escaped. We gotta get outta 'ere."

She drags you out, throwing you onto the ground outside, before she rushes back in herself. The bar isn't going to be standing much longer, and the bright heat from the bar is the only illumination under the starless sky. Two moons out, tonight. Two... an unlucky number.

You're brought back to reality by the sound of a wagon approaching, as you see a gang of pitcher's dressed in a similar rogue's garb to the Flytrap from earlier. They ignore you, focusing on rushing in to help her.

Their wagon and the accompanying staghorns sit there, unattended.

Rain begins to fall, as you consider your actions.

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Character
Quest: Find parents, kill Sea-toad.
Race: ???
Stats:
Knowledge - 1
Tough - 2
Talk - 1
Feeling - 2
Qualities:
Unique - You are a unique individual of an all-but extinct race, and nobody, not even you, knows about your downfall or if any of you remain.