At the home of the Eight Old People...Sigmund, putting on his game face, tries to subdue the creature before it is too late!
Niklas, noticing the game face, realizes that only one thing could be happening right now. There's a party in Sigmund's head and he isn't invited! And this will not do! He grabs the stone as well and joins into the horribly irritating mental duel!
[Battle of Wills: Sigmund and Niklas vs. Stone: 2+6 vs. 4]
The stone screams into Sigmund's mind, and the vampire seems about to give up, but the stone hadn't counted on one thing - the master screamer himself is in the house now! Niklas yells in a way only Niklas can, both mentally and physically, somewhat disturbing the mages present and, of course, the insubordinate stone!
~ALRIGHT! Stop yelling! I give up! Enough already!~At the home of the Artiste...Morton is just
made of questions by the time he sees the house.
"Oh dear, isn't that where our home once stood? What happened to it? It looks nothing like it did before, where did this even come from?" He continues his confused ponderings, considering the implications of the house.
"Did our new Masters do this? How? What was wrong with the old house, it was quaint!"However, his righteous indignation avails nothing, so his excitement soon subsides.
"Well, we're here now. Shall we check up on the masters? I don't see why though, we haven't chartered a ship yet, although we did get a price for that one."He looks at
Kevin, who half-shrugs shyly.
On a rooftop in Emlocke...Darren, seeing how the man is climbing the wall, tries to grab a nearby shield-sized object, but doesn't seem able to find one, unfortunately. Guess he'll just grab some shingles, then.
[Telekinesis roll: 6]
He quickly removes every last shingle from the roof, collects it into one large hand-like construct and tries to force the man, who seems to be trying to utilize axes as climbing picks, down to the ground with it!
[Opposed Strength: Shingle Hand vs. Man: 4+
2 vs. 2+1]
He is forced to the ground and trapped under the shaped shingles!
"Hey, I just did something super cool, so can we stop now?"The dog looks at the shingled hand pushing down at the man, then at Darren. It then speaks.
"Yes, indeed. Let's stop. It's pointless. Ghost unneeded. Not competing."Huh.
At the communal laundering pond...Scott, delighted at the convenient pond placed right here, gets to washing Gary.
[Laundering roll: 4+1]
Soon enough, the blanket is quite clean and smells of rather pretty flowers! Now to let it dry for a while.