[Black Shadows' steps carry them forward toward the fire, their shoulders hunched slightly, posture a little uncertain. When they stop, they look down into their hand at the pink d20; they stare silently at it for a few moments, before resignation settles in and they give a slight nod, letting it roll forward onto the dirt.
It comes up with an 11, and as it disappears, Black Shadows and Guy both find themselves with a metal baseball bat in hand.
They turn to him, then, their tone apologetic.]
...am sorry about this. Will try to make it quick.
[But they appear to be letting him make the first move, the bat held ready in their hands.]
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It comes up with an 11, and as it disappears, Black Shadows and Guy both find themselves with a metal baseball bat in hand.
They turn to him, then, their tone apologetic.]
...am sorry about this. Will try to make it quick.
[But they appear to be letting him make the first move, the bat held ready in their hands.]