Level 11: #19
Chapter: Level 11 — Castle Life
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I think I know one of the next panels.
Now for a quick demonstration of why motorcycles don’t have seatbelts.
Better hope those are at least +2 leathers though or she’s in for a case of roadrash to make a cleric cringe.
I think the only cleric in sight will be pleased.
not if she has to patch up the prisoner…
She can catch her breath while doing it.
For a second I thought that “Yipe!” in the last panel was a “Yippee!”
That was a confusing moment.
Perhaps it was a Yippeeee! that turned into a Yipe! half way
Smitten by the panorama of the place. And, of course, Cube’s spear.
Smitten or spitten. Smoten. Smooted.
And this is why you do not let yourself get distracted, even by the existence of the wide world.
In b4 she proves she’s Boot Cut’s sister with a “Don’t roll a 1”-high Tumble skill.
Did he MEANT to hit the tire or was he aiming at her and missed?
The tire — Cube doesn’t miss
If you hit her and don’t kill her, she gets away and you haven’t solved anything. If you hit her and *do* kill her you can’t interrogate her and you haven’t solved anything.
Hit the tire and you can interrogate her and *then* kill her, and solve anything.
As always, Cube gets things done!
Square off with Cube and he’ll be forced to drive his point home.
Definitely need to toe the line!
Only if you have toes, but she does, so she’s not exempt.
The chase has tired her. (I’m surprised nobody went for that pun before me.)
and then Cube retired her…I’m more surprised that one didn’t turn up before now
Ah, the surface world. Bright colours, fresh air, and open sky. I have a character who saw it once and couldn’t go back to living underground, but Derro’s gonna Derro I guess.
My little ratfolk entrepreneur loved the surface for its interesting people (except maybe those scary catfolk), its cheese, its beer, and its coffee, but the Sun seriously FREAKED HIM OUT.
Dorilys may be tired out, but it looks like Soft Tail is out a tire.
Oh. On the alt-text paraphrasing Mike Tyson about Evander Holyfield’s fight plan: Tyson lost, so mouth-punching might actually help a plan. Punch go in, punch go out: who’s to explain it?