In a rumbling voice several octaves lower than you'd expect from your grandmother, she coos,
'Let’s have a look at you sweeeet children…' Suddenly lurching off her her muddy seat she trundles towards you. Her voice sounds all wrong, almost cackling, dripping with malice, she growls
'Come to granny, dearie! Let me give you a great big hug!'
Everyone stops their bickering to see that
Kyle has approached the bloated form of
your grandmother.
'Granny?' he asks tentatively as the old woman leans forward to embrace him.
OOC: Everyone gets another chance to roll against an Extreme POW roll again, but this time with a bonus 1d10. Anyone who hasn't passed cannot attack her.
Feel free to roll Be a Pal to help out our not so sane Harry |