In the home of some rude people...
Luke, after finding himself in an armless state once more, tries to shark-headbutt the wall.
[Headbutt roll: 5]
He retreats a few steps, then charges, blasting through the weak, hasty wall with ease! He then seeks out the rude wall man!
[Search roll: 3]
He narrows his possible location down to about three different rooms.
[Rude Guy magic roll: 1]
After looking inside two of them, he finds what he assumes to be the rude guy in the third! It looks like he is totally walled-in now. It also looks like he is running out of air very quickly.
Outside Castle Wossname...
Timothy swoops down from his lofty position above the guards and makes unintelligible, hopefully intimidating noises!
[Spooky Howling roll: 6]
It looks like the guards are not particularly enjoying his screeching. In fact, most of them seem to have fallen over and begun to clutch at their ears, which seem to be gushing blood in great quantities! Some of them clutch at their bleeding eyes as well. And some just don't move a lot anymore. Well, that technically worked out just fine! Now for the more impressive part.
[Telekinesis roll: 5]
He lifts both Fred and Jim easily along with the poles they've been fastened to, then carries them over to Bob's house! He then sticks them in the ground, ready to perform whatever duties Bob has for them. It doesn't look like any guards are following him. Probably because they're too busy hemorrhaging.
Timothy doesn't see Bob around, though.
[Intelligence roll: ?]
Wonder what he's up to.
Inside a floating house...
Yorinnsud and Mark decide to deal with the whistleblowing painting in the only way they know how - by engaging in an invigorating session of Bad Cop, Worse Cop!
[Yorinnsud intimidation roll: 5]
"Now, painting-thing. You don't like us, but we don't like you even more. You started an alarm. We hate it when people do that. Now my buddy is going to have to stab you. Many times. And I also have to set you on fire afterwards. I hear paintings burn real good, little man. Wonder if there's any truth to that rumor?"
"No, don't do that! I know where the guy who lives here keeps his loot! It's behind the biggest bookcase on the second floor!"
"That's nice. You won't get set on fire for telling us that."
"Oh, thank you!"
"You will be stabbed, however. A lot."
Mark begins to stab at the painting most furiously with his dagger, turning it into shreds after a few minutes. Well, that was fun to watch.
In some weird town...
Tom keeps trying to outrun the giant horrible giant of terrible destruction following him!
[Tom escape roll: 1]
[Destroyer pursuit roll: 3+1]
Suddenly, the sound of giant, lumbering steps behind him stops! He looks back to see what's going on!
Huh. Nobody there. Wait, what's that sound?
[Tom dodge roll: 2]
After guessing for a few seconds, Tom gets the idea to look up. He sees a giant black stick figure descending down on him feet-first from the heavens. Well. That could probably have gone better. He puts his arms up in a futile defensive gesture as the giant smashes down on him!
[Tom endurance roll: 2]
Hey, guess what! Several hundred tons of black steel aren't very good for your skeletal structure! In fact, bones rapidly undergo a process known as "breaking like there's no tomorrow" should they be subjected to such pressures! And Tom's bones are no exception. Though his skull and upper torso seem to have escaped from destruction simply by not being underneath the foot when it came down, the rest of him is reduced to a steel and cloth pancake with a fine layer of bone dust in the middle.
[Tom will roll: 1]
The trauma of losing his fine boots is too much for Tom, and he begins to rapidly lose any connection to this world!
[Tom will roll: 5-1]
However, he manages to rein in his endless grief before it kills him! After all, not like he can wear boots anymore, anyway.