by Knight Errant » Thu Jul 24, 2008 11:00 am
Dact looks at the drink that caused this mess, still not even half-finished.
"I could try a different drink... though it probably wouldnt help... Anything might be better than this, though... I probably couldnt have even lifted my spear."
She looks at her skinny arms with a frown.
((maybe if she downed another one, but drank the whole thing it would overwrite this one, since she just barely drank enough to trigger the TF...))
((Or she could just be out of luck. *shrugs* Its your RP, I'll go with what you decide.))
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.