[For his role as the love interest tomato who sacrificed sweet Meteion like Mufasa and his nat 20, Promptorella picks up the ring! It imbues him with a sense of bravery and sureness. He can wear it or carry it or even leave it behind if he'd like; regardless, he'll instinctively know that he will be able to save the life of one person with its power. If he chooses to keep it on him, it radiates a peaceful, steadying warmth.
For our two extremely low rollers, Meteion the cutest servant in the world will pick up the rose. Though it's withered and has no visible thorns, it somehow jabs painfully into her palm - it draws a bit of blood, in fact. She'll instinctively know that she can direct one enemy strike toward herself and away from someone else. Keeping it on her person offers no comfort, though; in fact, if she does, she'll get the sense that she's lost something precious long ago and can no longer recall who or what it was.
Aymeric the prestigious but complacent lord will pick up the broken shard of plate and immediately feel a searing burn in his right hand. The shard blackens and crumbles to ash, leaving an oblong burn mark across the center of his palm. He'll instinctively know that he will be able to shatter one weapon of his choice with a single touch. The sensation of burning will not fade, however, and it will worsen to a point of agony any time he draws his blade.
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For our two extremely low rollers, Meteion the cutest servant in the world will pick up the rose. Though it's withered and has no visible thorns, it somehow jabs painfully into her palm - it draws a bit of blood, in fact. She'll instinctively know that she can direct one enemy strike toward herself and away from someone else. Keeping it on her person offers no comfort, though; in fact, if she does, she'll get the sense that she's lost something precious long ago and can no longer recall who or what it was.
Aymeric the prestigious but complacent lord will pick up the broken shard of plate and immediately feel a searing burn in his right hand. The shard blackens and crumbles to ash, leaving an oblong burn mark across the center of his palm. He'll instinctively know that he will be able to shatter one weapon of his choice with a single touch. The sensation of burning will not fade, however, and it will worsen to a point of agony any time he draws his blade.
They enter the door.]