t'Nee squeals a bit as Lorenzo lands on top of him.  

"How are we doing, Coach?" he croaks, before trying to wiggle out from underneath his lizard-friend

((13 vs Lorenzo's athletics))

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The coach nods. "Good, boys, good. I think you two might have some potential. I just gotta see if there's a frogweight division and see who participates in it. Don't wanna waste time preppin' if the only opponent is Glantri."

Frances would be listening in and then tensened up. "W-wait, wait wait, hold. Spelljamming? You like anti-magic fields right? Ooh ye-no I'm sorry I got to back out, I'm sorry." He said, sounding kind of worried about something. "No see, my chains that lock me here in the living is ethereal. If I step foot into an anti-magic field well..." to prove his point Frances would glow his eyes, and then shut them off, going limp and using his play dead trick to just collap onto the ground like the life left him. He then sprung back up. "That was just a trick, but going there if anything is active than that will be real. I mean...I suppose I would be fine and able to get back up if someone took my skeleton out of the area but still."

"That thing Rae said," RC replies. "Using spells to, um... jam. 'Jamming' is like, 'sailing' or something. If there were anti-magic fields, you couldn't even get the ship off the ground." They look at their remote car and frown. "Anti-magic fields suck."

"Just brush up on your fundamentals," Gareebo says. "And football coach is Coach Klank. He's the warforged over there yelling at the burly fellas."

Frances would let out a sigh, from where it was unknown but one could tell he was relieved. "Oh thank goodness, okay yea, I've never heard that term before, I'm was a farm boy turned musician so I never stayed near the seas for long." He said. He would nod at what RC said "Oh yea, that they do my friend, more so for my kind."