Austrahild felt sick as the half-orc pointed at her, an awful feeling that gnawed at the pit of her stomach. Oh yes, she was very definitely going to die. Was she trembling? She hadn't been this afraid when they had captured her, so what was this now?<br/><br/><em>No</em>, a little voice in her head told her,<em>this isn't how you make your god and ancestors proud. </em><br/><br/>A heroine didn't act like this. Would she meet Avoreen with her knees knocking? Like hell!<br/><br/>"Fine!" she thought she shouted, but her throat was dry that it was more like a whisper.<br/><br/>"Fine!" Real words, now. Better! Courage was being afraid and doing something crazy anyway, right? She needed to look the priestess in the eye, even if she had to do a lot of craning to do it she had the flinty glare that could bore its way into mountains. Or at least she thought she did. "If someone's going to die today, I choose me. And I hope your wretched whore goddess chokes on me."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidate!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimidation, to unnerve the priestess and possibly get her to hang the procedures! This is the best plan and will not go horribly wrong at all.<br/>At 2016-04-02 13:49:28, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87209)</div></div>