At Shriekpot's temple...
Scott carefully walks into the temple, glad at not bursting into flames or something. He takes a look through the temple. Looks like a temple of Narcillicus, the Most Fetching of the Five, patron of beauty, art, elaborate crafts and all that is fragile.
Probably not really the best place for one such as him. Though there might be some artisan here to help him with something. Probably no virologists or microbiologists, though. That would be more Pacitarius' or Rysinia's domain. The temple itself looks pretty empty at present, and the main hall seems to be full of dropped food and spilled drink that nobody seems to have bothered to clean up just yet. No priests in sight at the present time.
On the top floor of the Artiste's house...
Morton nods along sagely with the Artiste's long explanation. However, a point to all this must be reached invariably.
"Well... If we don't have a name for what you are, what would be your name for what you are?"
"A visionary. Or an entrepreneur. Or a sneaky, ambitious being. Officially, though, I used to deal with a bit of logistics, strictly hands-off business. A junior logistics officer, if you will. Though I'm not one anymore. It's a bit complicated. You see..."
"Soup? Food?" comes a yell from down below.
"I could go for some food, actually. Hunger certainly is a strange urge."
The Artiste, lured by the chef's call, goes past Morton and heads over to Niklas, who seems to be offering delicious vittles.
"Ah, chef-person... what was your name again? Anyway, do you have any semi-palatable, yet somewhat quaint cuisine to dispense?"
Next to Brenwicke's Books...
Sigmund, noticing the searching individuals, tries to disappear before things reach werewolf levels of hairiness.
"Hey! You there! Did you see any rock-throwing vandals about?" one of the men yells to him. Shit. Well, better act fast. Sigmund quickly points away from the scene.
"The one you are looking for went in that direction [point away from the crime scene]. He is a short-haired tall guy. I can't recall the color of his hair, as it was too dark, and he ran when he saw me. I followed him some blocks, but I lost him when he entered an alley. Nevertheless, I feel more comfortable now that this vandalism act is being investigated by someone competent."
"An alley, you say? It could only have been the Alley of Muffled Screams! It was probably Wallyn the Bookseller, that back-alley trash!"
"Even mentioning his name curdles my blood, yet makes it boil at the same time!"
"Shall we go rough him up and extract payment for the window?"
"And the door as well!"
"But that's not harmed."
One of the guards kicks the door open.
"Now it is!"
"And since Brenwicke's probably going to give us a bonus for this anyway, what say you we save the old fellow any worries and extract that from Wallyn as well?"
"Excellent idea! Let's be off."
The two loud men and their silent partner run off into the direction of the center of the town, discussing their plans to spend the bonus they'll presently obtain.
At the harbor of Shriekpot...
Mark quickly gets out of the water, then looks for a pub to visit.
Well, there certainly aren't any nearby. There is, however, some sort of storefront with a beaker proudly displayed atop a sign.
[Fungus endurance roll: 1-1]
[Tree endurance roll: 5]
And the last bits of mushroom fall off Mark's body. How fortunate for him indeed.
In the streets of Emlocke...
Seeing the female knight, Darren lets go of all inhibitions, all things holding him behind. He begins to howl and teleport around.
[Spooky Howling roll: 1]
[Specter Teleportation roll: 3]
He teleports slightly closer to the female knight, clears his throat and lets out a mighty howl! This lasts all of one second, at which point he lapses into a mighty coughing fit instead. The knight looks a bit unsettled by this.
"What is this trickery, you fiend? Do you wish to make me show mercy to you? I warn you, that is quite an unlikely prospe-"
[Man water use roll: 3+1]
[Armored Lady dodge roll: 5]
She sidesteps a jar of water flying past her.
"Ah, a vile distraction, I see! Well, it shall avail you-"
[Master magic roll: 6+1]
Suddenly, the dog opens its mouth as if in the middle of a sped up yawn, and the air around its maw ripples explosively toward the woman as all sound in the area is canceled out by a boom of incredible power that sweeps the woman off her feet.
[Armored Lady endurance roll: 4+1-1]
[Darren endurance roll: 1]
[Whip Man endurance roll: 6+1]
The man covers his ears with a bored expression on his face as the woman flies off into a nearby stone wall, dropping to the ground immediately. It's a bit stranger for Darren than for the rest - he sees the woman fly into the wall, then hit the ground, and he also sees the dog seemingly comment on the situation. However, he can't hear a thing. It feels very strange. And the ground feels somehow... unsteady. Shifting beneath him.
[Will roll: 6]
He remains floating confusedly in the air, not truly comprehending the situation.
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