Saving Throw, part 2

Part 1

“But Rob, Heal uses Wisdom for bonuses. This should be charisma, right? Getting a girl to kiss you is all charisma.”

Rob considered it, then shook his head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t about looks. Lileen isn’t attracted to Tymir for his charisma, but his wisdom. He knows who she is, I mean really knows her.”

Terry smiled. “Since when were you such a romantic?” he asked. Rob shrugged and finished his soda.

“Did you ask out Lisa yet?” Terry asked.

Rob, the oracle for all questions, master of the world they adventured in, who knew the Monster Manual front to back, hunched down behind the screen and didn’t say a word. “No. Not yet,” he said. “Can we focus on the game, please? Go ahead and roll, Terry. Anything above a ten and you’re in.”

“Come on, she’s not that easy,” Greg protested, but Rob cut him off.

“Lileen’s been wanting this. Roll it.”

Terry rattled the die and let it fall, the white on black twenty-sider shivering to a halt…

Saving Throw

Lileen reclaimed her enchanted dagger from the guts of the felled orc, who twitched and spasmed as his soul journeyed towards its green-skinned gods.

“Not even a challenge,” she said, sheathing her weapon and tucking back a strand of the lilac hair which had escaped its braid. Tymir, a holy cleric in service of the great god Ao, harbored profane thoughts. Her leather armor protected her from the attacks of wretched orcs like these splayed all around, certainly, but it also served to accentuate her curvaceous body, honed from long years of adventuring to something like a weapon. Beautiful. Their bloodlust was up, the other members of their party were scouting ahead, and how easily that bloodlust could transmute into something purer and more tender.

“Bravely fought as usual, Lileen,” he said.

“The same to you, Tymir,” she returned, the words loosed quickly as one of her arrows, surely finding their way to his heart. She stepped towards him, and he her. This was his opportunity, he only had to take the initiative…

“Wait, hold the fuck up,” Greg said. “Why are you rolling?”