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[killerhellhound]

climb out if the guy manages to help thank him before leaving for town

[Tomcost]

By the time Sigmund realized what was Niklas doing, it was all over. He felt like if a big portion of his sanity had been tenderized. Anyway, he heard that the other undead were in the house. As he was coming out of the kitchen he crossed the former owner of the house. Sigmund greeted him and said:

-You should not see what is happening inside. Seriously.

He then realized that the fellow had a kind of misadventure while he was away:

-Oh, what has happened to you? You certainly don't look very well, with all those broken bones. Well, at least you can walk. Did that happen when you were looking for a ship for our new master?

[Xanmyral]

"Oh dear." Morton tried to get himself in a more stable position, before once again trying to pull up the metal skeleton with the offered fire poker. "Don't worry sir, I'll help you out of there. Second time's the charm, as they say."

[Harry Baldman]

In the kitchen of the Artiste...

Niklas positively evaluates his piece of work, then tests its corrosive potential with a metal spoon.

Unfortunately, it is not corrosive in the least. Probably because it's made of items largely resembling food. Oh well. Maybe this isn't the silliest brew he's ever done.

Sigmund might disagree, but, then again, he's not really all that familiar with Niklas' body of work. He decides to head out of the kitchen and look for adventure.

Instead, he finds Scott cradling his sheet-husband and purposefully making his way to the kitchen. Rather than risk the corruption of yet another impressionable mind, he stops the fellow.

"You should not see what is happening inside. Seriously."

He looks over Scott. He could swear something is different about him, but he isn't sure what exactly. His limbs are perfectly fine. He looks just as insane as last time. Maybe it's the fact he doesn't smell like damp, well-heated morgue anymore?


Next to a hole in a glass prison...

As Mark tries to get out, Morton attempts to find a less precarious position himself.

[Careful movement roll: 1]

He spends a minute thinking on how best to get safely off this edge. Realizing that there is no such way, he completely flips out, his perch breaking off from the floor and sending him to Mark's prison. Mark shakes his tree in disappointment, then tries to get out by himself.

[Mark climbing roll: 4+1]

He grabs onto the side of the glass ceiling and carefully climbs up to the first floor!

[Glass stability roll: 6]

Due to his extreme care in doing this, the glass is completely unharmed in the process. Hooray! He has saved himself! Mark does a victory lap around the glass prison, the fungus on his body quivering excitedly as he does this. After this, he runs right out of the door, leaving Morton sad and alone at the bottom of the pit.

But who cares about him. Mark can now wreak havoc on a town! He runs right over to Shriekpot, taking in the sight of the port town as dawn grows ever closer.

[Xanmyral]

"Well... Bother." Morton stood up from his undignified position on the floor, trying to brush off any dirt from his uniform. "Well, at least it's out. Not to get out myself." Morton spoke to himself as he set about the task of climbing out of the hole. Rather reminiscent of climbing out of a grave, he thought.

[Tomcost]

((I misread the part when it said that he was fixed completely. I understood that only his spine was fixed. Damn))

Sigmund asked Scott:

-Any news about the master's orders? I have been looking through some ships, but I haven't found anything worthwhile, or at least that deserves the payment. How about you?

[Spinal_Taper]

"Sorry, sorry. So, are you two going to go hunt down the rest of the mages?"

[Harry Baldman]

In a pit inside the home of the Artiste...

Morton, upon analyzing his situation, realizes two things. Firstly, he must dust his livery.

When he is done with that, he gets to the second bit - he must get out! He must climb, climb like an ape!

[Climbing roll: 4]

He grabs onto the glass edge and climbs up, balancing precariously on the brink of the pit. Like any undead, he balances precariously on the edge of the grave, making damn sure not to fall in again!

[Glass stability roll: 2]

Oh dear. That previous fellow must have destabilized it somewhat. Quick, jump for freedom! Jump away from the grave! Stay away from the light!

[Quick movement roll: 2-1]

Morton does not manage to jump for freedom. He accidentally jumps backwards, in fact, landing on his behind in the pit very much like the pit's previous inhabitant. Bugger.


Outside the kitchen in the home of the Artiste...

While the chef gets up to who-knows-what in the kitchen, Sigmund engages Scott in some conversation.

"Any news about the master's orders? I have been looking through some ships, but I haven't found anything worthwhile, or at least that deserves the payment. How about you?"

Scott kind of shrugs and mutters something about flying hoverboats of glory.


Back in an alley in scenic, exploded Emlocke...

Darren, now totally directionless and lost in life, keeps the conversation moving along. It's all he's got now, really.

"Sorry, sorry. So, are you two going to go hunt down the rest of the mages?"

"Yes, indeed. Two left."

The man, having safely squirmed out of the shingle hand's grasp, directs his attention to Darren as well.

"Thank you, fine sir. Now, how would you like to join me? I could use another magic-user. One who isn't confined to conjuring blades."

These mages sure are recruitment-inclined. It seems like all they do is recruit, recruit, recruit.

[Xanmyral]

Morton sighed. "Bother." He again dusts off his livery, then rubs his hands together. "Right, second time's the charm as they say." He mimicked his previous statement that got him into this situation, trying to climb out again.

[Xantalos]

DINNERTIME!

Put soup in pot, dispense soup to everyone in the house.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Uhh, sure. But, as long as we don't kill, right? I mean, if there's only two left, we can just knock them unconscious, right?"

[killerhellhound]

Mark stops relising that as long as he has the mushrooms he carnt preform medicine
so he leaps into the salt water sea to try to kill the mushrooms (the tree would be fine because its bigger and would need much more salt to kill it)

[Innsmothe]

Scott will continue to the kitchen as ever, but he shall work separately.
His designs are to increase the strength and lethality of the oganisms inhabiting his flesh.
If time he would like to store vials of the things in a concentrated solution, and possibly able to produce one vial of an aerosol variety.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund shrugged at the odd fellow's response, maybe he was still traumatized after all. when he was going away from the kitchen, he saw that the glass that kept the mushroom-infested skeleton was already broken. But that fellow was not there, instead, the butler was trapped now. He said to him:

-What's happened here? Wasn't that tree-headed guy down there? Well, at least the glass is already broken, so you shouldn't find any problems to get out. Have you tried to use that chair down there to help you to climb?

[miauw62]

Kevin had noticed that Morton fell into the pit trying to get that other skeletal-looking thing out. He lends his friend a hand so that he can get out to.