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Krazixs looks skyward at the climb before him, visions of him tumbling to his splattering end taunt his already fragile nerves. Keeping his eyes on the climb the small elf steps forward only to twist his foot on a rock loose his footing and come crashing down face first in the dirt. Lying still contemplating the wisdom of his decision to accompany the party Krazixs trys to decide if there might not be a better way to get to the top. The sudden picture of himself hanging by his neck strangling to death upside down in the vines does little to calm him. Gritting his teeth the small body pushes itself on it's ungainly feet, and much to his own horror, begins to try and climb the vines upward. . . .
As Krazixs swings helplessly by his feet tangled in the vines, a mere foot off the ground, he looks helplessly toward the group . . .
"Heh. . .don't suppose one of you might want to give me a hand?"
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
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