<div class="floatleft">(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/406a14c5-1c3e-4906-8bb2-fc68abc3d152_zps31e62764.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/141/2/9/cassidy_the_cotton_candy_by_pamelasantos-d660siv.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Becky Puddleberry</strong></span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=987688)</div><br/>"Oh, shoot!  Sorry, Tluian!  I'll try again!  I'm just having a problem because this silly spell isn't on the Bard's list."  She screws up her courage, glad that she already had the scroll in hand, so she wouldn't have to go rooting around for another one.  They didn't need another chicken, after all.<br/><br/>"Chicken's have gizzards/our elf is a wizard/we need his fingers/for the magic zingers./So make him change places/with this fowl little...uh...racist?"  Her perky, rhythmic chant was accompanied by cartwheels, high-kicks and bouncing...ponytails.  The last word leaving her lips as an impressive feat of acrobatic tumbling ends with her doing the splits and looking none-too-pleased with her failed attempt at an impromptu rhyme.<br/><br/>And, lo and behold, with that extra effort (+1 AP spent), the spell works (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63403) and Tluian is suddenly freed and standing beside the gnome, while a very startled chicken appears where he had just been.  It lets loose a loud, indignant squawk and then glides down to land on the debris hiding the trap, too light to fall through.<br/><br/>The scroll in Becky's hand poofs from existence in a puff of lime green smoke, and leaves the curvy bard doing the splits with her arms thrown up into the air in a V, for victory!  "YAY!  It actually worked!