At the harbor of Mothdale...Kevin, seeing how the dolphin is quite distracted, attempts a skewering to make it get with the program and die like it's supposed to.
[Kevin vs. McStrange: 2+1 vs. 2]
The shape of the sword is not too conducive to such an approach, however, and the dolphin is merely poked instead. What a dreadful performance, truly.
Morton, feeling like he should contribute a bit more, also tries to help out a bit by shuffling up to the dolphin and attempting to disarm it.
[Morton vs. McStrange: 4-
1 vs. 4]
Sadly, he is not tall enough for his hand to reach the dolphin's mouth, and thus the creature remains completely undisturbed. However, there is hope yet in
Mark, who attempts a skewering of his own.
[Mark vs. McStrange: 3+2 vs. 3]
The dolphin, sadly, insistently continues in its complete ignorance of any and all stabbings inflicted on it, and focuses on beating
Sigmund as deeply into the ground as possible.
[McStrange vs. Sigmund: 1+3 vs. 5-1+
1]
It doesn't seem to be doing much except liquefying some choice bits of anatomy, however - the orb, though in a perilous location, is nonetheless quite safe within an as of yet untouched fold of the worm's flesh.
In the Red Tower of Power...Niklas tries to find something to eat once more - fortunately, somebody has left an unattended pie on a nearby bench - before its owner can return, Niklas grabs it and vacates the area, eating the pie in a dark corner - it doesn't taste very poisoned, at least not going in, so Niklas thinks he might be in the clear. That hit the spot rather nicely, actually. Time to get to business.
He takes out the book on metamagic, and tries to read it once again. However, it seems that he clearly has not progressed far enough through multidimensional thought - the book starts to get downright arcane after devoting a chapter to nonlinear symbolism and its applications in metamagic - seems like you need a solid grasp of these principles to actually practice efficient metamagic to begin with. How very saddening.
In a blindingly lit area of Mothdale...Scott decides to follow his new friend despite its very unfortunate fluorescence, floating upwards along with it.
"Well, there were these neat guys I've been hanging around with, if they are anyway competent they should be looking for the ship, probably located at the harbor. Would you like to say hello?"The voice seems surprised.
"Wait, what guys? There was nobody in that pocket dimension! Nobody but you and me, Jeremy! I think that was just your imagination acting up again, buddy!"They float upward for a moment, and Scott realizes that, while he faces away from the voice, he can actually sort of see. Everything he can see looks really dark, of course, but at least he can see what he thinks is the city below. They're pretty high up, actually.
Outside a ruined tavinn in Blynn...Timothy just continues bawling with all his might, letting it all out. His cries and sobs echo into the empty streets of Blynn, and it feels like he has been at this for hours when Timothy suddenly becomes aware of somebody next to him.
"There, there, big fella. It'll be alright," the person, a fellow dressed as one of the guards of Blynn says. He's one of the mage-types, it looks like, and has a very significant LM stitched on the fabric covering his armor.
"I'm sure you'll get through this. At least you weren't liquefied, you know? Being liquid really sucks, I hear."Looking around, Timothy notices two other guards, non-magical ones this time, checking out the pink puddles on the ground. He also notices that he doesn't seem to be invisible anymore.