<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/4NGCqc6g/ae8f46fa01f710c33ffcb693f36777d7.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Armor:</strong></td><td>0</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hit points:</strong></td><td>25</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Damage:</strong></td><td>d6</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Str:</strong></td><td>16</td><td>[+2]</td><td><strong>Dex:</strong></td><td>13</td><td>[+1]</td><td><strong>Con:</strong></td><td>15</td><td>[+1]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Int:</strong></td><td>08</td><td>[-1]</td><td><strong>Wis:</strong></td><td>09</td><td>[+0]</td><td><strong>Cha:</strong></td><td>12</td><td>[+0]</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Mazz Merrytongue (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318428.msg15339377#msg15339377)</span><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Mazz suffers the repercussions of her poor choices.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defy Danger 5</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2020-04-25 11:09:03, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 2d6k2a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146426)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Mazz reacted with cat-like reflexes as she was pulled off of her feet towards the mirror, provided the cat in question was morbidly obese and asleep. She flailed spastically as she was dragged across the banquet table, and by a stroke of blind luck she laid a hand ontop of a wickedly sharp carving knife. The ooze jabbed the blade into the table with all of her might, burying it an inch into the wood. She held on for dear life, pressing herself flat against the table to avoid catching an airborne satin chair to face.<br/><br/>Her desperate bid to save herself might very well have worked if she were made of firmer stuff. The pull of the mirror stretched her out from her petite five feet to a lanky six and a half, but still she refused to let go of the knife! Nothing would make her open her death grip. Unfortunately, in her case, she didn’t need to as the pull of her own weight tugged the blade THROUGH her gelatinous fingers with a wet “splorch” sound.<br/><br/>Mazz tumbled wetly onto the other side of the mirror, the shards reforming behind her to seal her in on the other side amongst the well dressed party goers that were waiting on the other side. She hopped to her feet, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at her new companions, "... I don’t want any trouble. I just came for the hors d'oeuvres!”<br/>