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The Summer heat makes it difficult for me to think straight. Anyone I'm writing with should expect regular delays on my end until the temperature goes down.
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The Summer heat makes it difficult for me to think straight. Anyone I'm writing with should expect regular delays on my end until the temperature goes down.
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9 mos ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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It was nice knowing you, 2023. I only hope the year that comes after you is just as nice to know.
I have decided that Brutrumukk will continue to refer to Jub as booyagh rather than booyahg. It would be in line with Brutrumukk's tendency to mispronounce things and it would make for an amusing interlude should we encounter an actual booyahg on our travels.
"We ain't 'eaded fer Acheron today, booyagh." Brutrumukk said as he finished his work on the bars. "Wanna know the best thing about the lowest points in life? The only way to go from there is up!" With that said, the bugbear slipped through the hole he made in the cage and began climbing up to wherever it was the cages were hanging from. With any luck, a way to release the others would be waiting for him up there.
At the top of the ropes, Brutrumukk finds a series of cranks he'd be able to pull the others up with. There wasn't a way to open the cages other than bending the bars though, and Brutrumukk had no idea how long it would be until whoever put them in those cages came for them. Wanting to open the other cages faster than he opened his, Brutrumukk snuck over to the open door leading into the cottage from the balcony. There, he hid himself behind one side of the door as quietly as he could manage and peered inside.
Brutrumukk stealthily peeks into B13. He rolls a 19 to avoid detection if anyone is in there.
After twelve seconds of huffing and straining, Brutrumukk stopped to catch his breath. But despite the lack of visible progress on bending the cage bars, he did have something to show for it. The bugbear could tell that he'd be able to bend the bars. But expending vast amounts of energy on an extreme effort wouldn't work. He realized he needed to go slow and steady, finding the right bars and exerting on them in the right places. It would take a few minutes, but he'd get the job done so long as he had the time to do so. And so once he'd finished taking his breather, Brutrumukk went to work.
In three minutes and six seconds, the bars on Brut's cage will be bent.