Jade Squall set her teeth in a fierce grin as she whirled her massive sword around for another blow. The evil necromancer staggered back, his protective aura
flaring from the assault, as her companions pressed their advantage. Terrencius the mage waved his hands in mystic passes, calling down lightning, which
clawed and tore at the necromancer with vicious glee. Behind their staggering opponent, the dark and mysterious form of Leesa melted out of the shadows to
plunge twin blazing daggers into his back.
With a final defiant scream of rage, the necromancer collapsed, his body burning to ashes in the blink of an eye.
"And thus his blight upon these realms ends," Terrencius proclaimed, even as he edged towards the bookcase against the wall with an empty sack in his
hands.
"It's over, finally -- MMPH!" Leesa said, her words cut off as Jade tackled her and planted a kiss on her lips.
"You were amazing!" Jade cried, breaking off the kiss long enough to make the exclamation, then diving back in for another before the other woman
could respond.
"Wait a minute," Terrence said, scowling faintly. "I thought Leesa didn't swing that way."
"She doesn't," Lisa commented dryly, holding a grinning Rhea in her arms.
"Heh, oops?" was Rhea's reply. "I rolled a twelve for sneak attack, plus my Kiss bonus of five, that means it succeeded, right?"
"Rhea," Terrence groaned. "For the twentieth time, you don't -have- a to-kiss bonus. -Nobody- does."
Rhea pouted. "Hmph."
With a gleam in her eye, Lisa made a long arm around the redhead in her lap, scooped up some dice, and scattered them on the coffee table. "Oh,
look," she said innocently. "I failed my saving throw. Guess that means I don't resist the attack."
Terrence dropped his face into his hand as Rhea grinned and resumed 'attacking' Lisa. He peeked through his fingers, sighed heavily, and finally
decided that one game was as good as another, dropping his character sheet to the table and moving the table itself out of the way.
Mr. Whiskers, who was wearing a paper magician's hat and regarding the proceedings from the top of the TV, said nothing, and said it very well.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
flaring from the assault, as her companions pressed their advantage. Terrencius the mage waved his hands in mystic passes, calling down lightning, which
clawed and tore at the necromancer with vicious glee. Behind their staggering opponent, the dark and mysterious form of Leesa melted out of the shadows to
plunge twin blazing daggers into his back.
With a final defiant scream of rage, the necromancer collapsed, his body burning to ashes in the blink of an eye.
"And thus his blight upon these realms ends," Terrencius proclaimed, even as he edged towards the bookcase against the wall with an empty sack in his
hands.
"It's over, finally -- MMPH!" Leesa said, her words cut off as Jade tackled her and planted a kiss on her lips.
"You were amazing!" Jade cried, breaking off the kiss long enough to make the exclamation, then diving back in for another before the other woman
could respond.
"Wait a minute," Terrence said, scowling faintly. "I thought Leesa didn't swing that way."
"She doesn't," Lisa commented dryly, holding a grinning Rhea in her arms.
"Heh, oops?" was Rhea's reply. "I rolled a twelve for sneak attack, plus my Kiss bonus of five, that means it succeeded, right?"
"Rhea," Terrence groaned. "For the twentieth time, you don't -have- a to-kiss bonus. -Nobody- does."
Rhea pouted. "Hmph."
With a gleam in her eye, Lisa made a long arm around the redhead in her lap, scooped up some dice, and scattered them on the coffee table. "Oh,
look," she said innocently. "I failed my saving throw. Guess that means I don't resist the attack."
Terrence dropped his face into his hand as Rhea grinned and resumed 'attacking' Lisa. He peeked through his fingers, sighed heavily, and finally
decided that one game was as good as another, dropping his character sheet to the table and moving the table itself out of the way.
Mr. Whiskers, who was wearing a paper magician's hat and regarding the proceedings from the top of the TV, said nothing, and said it very well.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs