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Honey?
***!
Honey?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Yes.
- Did anything break? - No!
I was...
I was just...
picking up a little.
Okay...
I'm going to be late.
I'm not called today, so I'm gonna go get a pedicure. You want to meet for lunch?
Whatever.
Get up.
Get up!
Hi.
Hey.
Oh, my god!
For a second I thought it was all a dream.
You gotta scoot.
I'm in training.
It's a shame to keep that claymore sheathed.
C'mon. I'll be the evil Lolth...
Seriously.
And you're shining Corellon Larethian.
And I've been...
so...
bad...
I need to be punished.
Dwarves, baby.
I don't play elves.
Right...
So, let's see how deep you can delve...
How does it feel?
Fine.
One more set, okay?
Five more with the ice.
Okay.
I just wanna throw again, you know?
Yeah.
Such powerful beauty in that spiral, you know?
There's nothing like it.
Fingers on the threads.
That shape in your hand, man, it fits your hand perfectly...
Like your hand was grown...
to hold that ball.
And then a twitch...
triceps pulling...
shoulder rolls over and a subtle...
flick of the wrist.
All fluid.
All connected.
Your entire...
universe...
is that ball as it breaks high...
with an invisible line trailing behind it.
It tugs at your fingers...
at your wrist and arm.
Tingling, you know?
Tracing that...
magic parabola, man.
All the way down.
Down to your heart.
I just wanna throw again.
Yeah...
You're 63 minutes late!
I was held up.
- So you can't answer your phone? - Jesus, Timmy, keep it together.
I've been telling you for seven years not to call me that.
That's the definition of insanity, Timmy.
How's it going, boyos?
Charles is a mess.
- What's wrong, Charles? - I'm just stressed.
Don't worry about it, Chuck. Chances are we won't even need you.
Absent your leadership, we thought we'd get started breaking Charles in,
Seeing how Sam's moved up from alternate.
Fine. Good job you!
Alright, well, daddy's here now, so we can start with the big-boy games.
Charles, did you get that...
level 12 scenario ready like we talked about?
Yes.
So what are we waiting for?
12?
Are you serious? This is our first day of training.
Is this going to be sanctioned? Because I don't want to lose Llorien on...
Enough!
Now I let's get one thing straight.
I'm team captain now.
So no more coddling.
No more soft-stage multi-progressive training.
We here in this room we're world class athletes.
Representing America, for three years. And what do we have to show for it?
Silver medals?
Silver!
That's horseshit.
We're gold, gentlemen.
Gold.
And you don't get gold by worrying about easing into your training...
and you don't get gold by... by worrying about "my character is gonna die".
You get gold, by fighting for your character to live.
Alright.
Characters sheets out.
Dice ready.
Great risk...
gentlemen...
yields greater glory.
It's nice.
The new office.
Yeah.
You don't think it's too small, do you?
I've been feeling claustrophobic since I moved in.
I hadn't noticed.
Good.
- How's the physical therapy treating you? - Good!
Great!
I think I'll be ready in time for the deadline.
What?
That's why I called, actually.
The team has been filed.
But there's two weeks until the deadline!
I'm sorry, Jon.
Gregor?
I haven't played a spellcaster in so long...
Come on, man, just...
- No coaching. - But how...
You can't let him do that, Chuck.
If you allow Tim to coach in practice, we'll get killed in deductions in competition.
But how is he supposed learn?
I don't understand. I told Jackson...
Jackson's been out since the whole consortium thing.
The sponsors, they just weren't willing to risk another...-
- incident. - No...
That was one time!
I'm sorry, man. It's a done deal.
Who then?
Gregor? It's your initiative. Declare an action or pass.
Okay.
Fireball on the giant.
- What? No! - No, wait!
No, the action was declared.
Llorien, you see Gregor begin to cast a spell.
I try to tackle him before he finishes!
What? Wait! why?
Roll dex minus...
- eight. - Eight?
- ***! - Wait, what's wrong?
- How far are we from the Storm Giant? - About ten feet.
No, no!
Richard's no captain!
- And Sam's not nearly ready... - There's nothing we can do.
It's decided.
Dammit!
Llorien rushes to tackle Gregor...
but, just as his nimble elven fingers touch Gregor's robes...
a fantastic ball of fire erupts from Gregor's fingertips.
It bursts off the Storm Giant's massive torso and
and billows out in a thirty foot radius,
engulfing all three of you.
Saving throws all round.
I'm sorry.
That...
is how he will learn.
What now?
I've put in some calls.
Go home.
Kiss your wife.
Concentrate on getting better.
Better?
What does it even matter now?
Where are you going?
I'm done for today.
What... what about us?
You have eighteen hours until I get back.
I'd use them.
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