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Sheet Amid the dust cloud and shouting, Dusan closes his eyes and focuses. Sniffing the air with his new features, he tries to track down the scent of the fleeing goblin. The myriad scents of Ravnica mingle and merge in his...snout's eye? He begins to sift through them, discarding those that do not fit...and...bullseye! Dusan's canine grin frightens away the group of children viewing the commotion from across the street. Everyone on Ravnica knows to get the Orzhov-debtor's-prison away from toothy smiles. Track down the goblin!: 4dF+3 3 +2 from my Dogface Boost, -2 from the dust cloud and ruckus
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FP:5 Phys: OOO Mental: OOOO Dusan takes a moment to consider the screaming fray. Sure, Rakdos are nasty and brutish, but a careful blast of magic could take one out...too bad there are more than one, and Dusan was never much of an evoker. Ah-ha! I've got it. I may not be able to kill all of them, but I can make it easier for everyone else. Grinning, Dusan raises his hand and begins chanting a Simic alteration formula... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 11:14:25 PM <•FewtureStein> !r fudge+5 11:14:26 PM <Krysmbot> FewtureStein, +/-/+5 = 5 Rolling to Create an Advantage for everyone else by weakening the horde, and making them unable to do anything. Possible Aspect: The Mitochondria are the Powerhouse of the Cell.
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FP:5 Phys: OOO Mental: OOOO Still reeling from the wash of red mana that counteracted his alteration formula, Dusan takes a moment to study the conflict before him. Seeing as the binding circle Mercy created is between him and the rather large demon, there's only one thing he can do, while preserving as much of his safety as possible. Taking careful aim, he hurls a few cloth pods towards the center of the circle Mercy is making. As they land, Dusan calls out a few mana-laced keywords, and points at the large angry demon. Masses of vines erupt from the pods, and race towards their target. Using Plant Control to try and drag the demon towards the circle... 10:26:49 PM <•FewtureMD> !r fudge+3 10:26:51 PM <Krysmbot> FewtureMD, /---+3 = 0 ...Crud.
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