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Mabel looked between the members of her group and the bandits in sight confusion, as some of her group demanded they stop the fight and the bandits ultimately gave up. Slowly she reattached her crossbow to her pack, still listening as the bandits explained their plight and their fears that they would die if they went into the forest. Mabel blinked, “Everyone says I'm just a little girl and I came here through the forest on my own."
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FYI, you can't do non-lethal damage with a ranged weapon.


Since I'm pretty sure I started the whole trying to non-lethal with ranged weapon thing: Yeah, my bad, but the DM can overrule book rules when reasonable. So it's still fair to ask or state intent.
It's a good thing that there are some mature characters in the party who can help the two of them through navigating social situations... Maybe, possibly.


What? No, I'm a delight in social situations.
Is Shang really the only one who has any respect for the establishment you people are blindly picking a fight in?


Well in my defense, I'm playing a somewhat wild child backing up her new friend, so no, zero concern about respecting businesses.
Wonder who I accidently killed. . . anywho, @Crimson Flame Ariel's up.



Mabel looks up as Kovu joins the group. There's something about those eyes and what little of his face she can see, it's alluring. She finds herself stealing further glances as the Huntsman talks with him.

The food doesn't bother Mabel much. The orange juice is real and the meat is about on par with the broxy her cheapskate great uncle buys. The roly-polys however, she pushes away from herself after the waitress wanders off.
(*Broxy is meat from an animal that died of disease.)

She notices the sketchy guys, but doesn't think much of them, except that they're creepy, until Ariel starts to sing a song making fun of them. She laughs like the tween she is, “Ooo, she got you!”

The men however don't take it well and pull out weapons. The Huntsman rises to confront them.

“Okay, we're doing this?” asks Mabel rhetorically. Obviously they're doing this, she reaches back and pulls her crossbow around (which she has because her great uncle wanted to make sure she was safe while in the woods around town). She aims for the weapon hand of the guy on the left, “Hey creepos! I think you ought to leave her alone! She's with us!”

She pulls the trigger. Her primary goal being to disarm or at least warn the guy, so non-lethal damage.


Got a 19 (looks like rush9^'s 19 beats it)
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/25413
Okay, Mabel got a 16:
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/25401

Also the DM post feels long enough to me. :)
I'm just trying to stay on brand with Mabel's random dialogue (though she does tend to say funny things). Irl, I'm probably more of a Dipper.


Mabel turned to the red haired woman, Ariel, in excitement, “You've never had cake? Lady, let me tell you, it's great, it's like a rainbow for your mouth!”

(Not sure Ariel would have seen a rainbow either.)

She turns her attention back to the huntsman, pulling herself up into one of the empty seats, “Well, my name's Mabel, rhymes with table. . . Anyways, I don't really need a map of the city, so much as a map of where this city is in comparison to the city where I need to be. Gotta get back to my bro-bro before he goes insane. Not sure if he's more worried about me or this stupid book right about. . .”

Her attention was distracted again as another beautiful young woman, this one with white hair, approached. Her thoughts on food, and mead seemed simply expressed, but quite understandable. Mabel looked curiously at the man, he didn't seem to know who he was expecting, so much as just inviting people to join.
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