[CENTER][h1][color=brown]Brutrumukk[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

[color=ed1c24][u][i][b]"Final answer?"[/b][/i][/u][/color] Brutrumukk asked. When he received no notion that Trinket had changed their mind, Brutrumukk chuckled, kicked the dagger up off the ground, caught it, and shifted Bauble into a shielding position. [color=ed1c24][u][i][b]"I can respect that."[/b][/i][/u][/color] Brutrumukk stated. [color=ed1c24][u][i][b]"Die well an' go to yer gods with pride. When Mag finally get 'round to 'em, I'll look fer you in the fightin'."[/b][/i][/u][/color] With that said, a tense standoff settled over the two as they readied themselves for the final clash. Then, in the time it took to blink, they were on each other. Trinket missed their thrust, and Brutrumukk had almost missed his own. But his pact with the Will-o'-Wells came into play just in time to guide the dagger into the darkling's heart.

But it seemed the darkling wasn't done just yet.

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Free Action: Brutrumukk takes up Bauble's blade.

Action: Brutrumukk recklessly attacks Trinket. He misses with an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26276]11[/url], but turns it into a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26277]14[/url] thanks to his Boon of the Will-o'-Wells. He kills Trinket with [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26278]5[/url].
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