
SLOT 6 - [Contingent] TEST OF STR: Str 11 Fizziwik pushes and pushes against Slate who just holds his arm very still and then slowly pins the gnome. Man, your muscles must be made of stone or something. So strong, I didn't even budge you. TEST OF DEX: Ride 19 Feeling cocky from his earlier success at riding, Fizziwik dons a blindfold to ride this time. He is successful at steering the boar, unfortunately he steers it right into the wall. TEST OF CON: Con 16 Again Fizziwik has trouble holding his breath, a little after the 3 minute mark he pulls his out of the water, sputtering for breath. TEST OF INT: Appraise 17 Ahh, this one is the most expensive, I know it. Oh, it's made of glass and only worth a few coppers....eh, shows what I know. TEST OF WIS: Sense motive 5 I don't think this man is capable of telling a lie, and what a fascinating life he's led, skiing with Baba Yaga, snorkeling with mummy wizards, convincing trees to chop themselves down with a song, simply amazing. As he walks away Fizziwik pulls out a small pad of paper and starts jotting down some notes. TEST OF CHR: Perform Oratory 24 From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. [Shakespear Sonnet #1] Upon finishing reciting the sonnet, Fizziwik simple bows and walks away.