<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tip</div><div class="spoiler_body">The kyootness casts Conjure Implement and is now armed with a +0 to hit 1d6 melee weapon.</div></div><br/>Tip calls out a word you don't recognize. It hurts the ears in a way that mere pitch and volume cannot explain. Hells, it hurts your brain to hear it!  And the lights that are still on flicker and dim.<br/><br/>You catch a brief glimpse of your tiny girlfriend. She seems to be holding a sword of some sort...and you know damn well she didn't have that when she came in! Given what she's wearing she'd have had no way to carry something that size, let alone hide it.  She shoots you a strangely cocky grin over one shoulder.<br/><br/>"I got your back, girlfriend," she promises.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inside Mooks First Blood Morale Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Result: 1, 3,<br/>Total: 5--ML is 7, carry on.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inside Mooks Half Strength Morale Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Result: 4, 6,<br/>Total: 10--ML failed.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mook Outside Group Skill Test</div><div class="spoiler_body">Result: 2, 6,<br/>Total: 9</div></div><br/>The lone survivor goes wide-eyed and scrambles back toward the door he just entered, ducking through it and no doubt waiting to hit the first thing that comes through with his own wrench. Outside the shouting gets louder but the door slides open and the second group of opponents prepares to move in. It does rather sound like the local gendarmerie aren't going to help either way.<br/><br/>