<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br/>Under moonlight Missy sniffed the gaps in the decomposing tower and showed her teeth. "Danger," she reported. "Something is... piled against the inside, I think. Barricaded. The tower must have new occupants. No beasts mark this territory. Strange."<br/><br/>Here she unshouldered her bag and created a mobile outpost beneath the watchful eye of a tower balcony. Back to the stones, gazing in tandem with the watchers of old at the village she'd adopted for her own, she braced her boots against an oiled wooden crossbow stirrup and winched deadly pressure into the string, squeaking, clicking on an old well-worn mechanism that could fail any day now. "Have you seen the play about the stone face of the gods? A face in the mountain tells the villagers to sacrifice gold and food at its altar. One day, the stone face demands a virgin sacrifice."<br/><br/>Missy pulled a length from her fifty feet of rope, and handily tied off a lasso snare. "The chosen virgin is the love of the young hero's life. He pleads with them not to obey the stone face, but the ground shakes and the eyes flash and everyone is afraid. So he goes alone, and climbs into the mountain's mouth. Inside there is only an old hermit, living off the fat of the village, and manipulating them through tricks. The hero slays him, and weds his love, and they lead their village wisely til the end of their days."<br/><br/>Twirl, twirl, twirl, she launched her lasso up among the decor of a gaping balcony for leverage to climb.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Acrobatics result: 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-08 04:07:35, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111000)</div></div>