Marshfowl -
HP: 50
Atk die: 1d10
Rolling to see who goes first
Story Untold was quite excited, though she didn’t particularly know that things were going to resort into these tactics. Far better than any alternatives she could dream up, better to be hit with mashed acorns instead of a rock.
It did seem a bit childish but everyone was seemingly having a good time so might as well join in right? Looking across at the mouse that was scurrying around she fluffed her feathers and smiled. Feathers? Looking down she was indeed a MarshFowl. Interesting. She was able to throw with her feet and grasp things now so perhaps this was going to be more interesting than she thought.