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[Innsmothe]

Enter the room

((gonna die gonna die...))

[Tomcost]

-I won't, Master, I was just feeding my curiousity. It appears that your soul will leave your body if you happen to die, Master. So you are pretty much subject to the rules of mortals, it seems. Or, more appropiately, the rules that the universe has set for mortals. I'm afraid that this creates more doubts for me, as I can't concieve why would a being like you willingly choose to be subject to those rules.

Enter the room

((gonna die gonna die...))

((Nah, unless she rolls a one, she is the medic of the group))

[Xantalos]

Nope.

[Harry Baldman]

-I won't, Master, I was just feeding my curiousity. It appears that your soul will leave your body if you happen to die, Master. So you are pretty much subject to the rules of mortals, it seems. Or, more appropiately, the rules that the universe has set for mortals. I'm afraid that this creates more doubts for me, as I can't concieve why would a being like you willingly choose to be subject to those rules.

"Oh no, that's not my soul. I don't have one of those, you see. That's the soul of the schmuck whose body I'm inhabiting. The bugger never saw it coming. They never do - both times I've tried this it's worked like a charm."

Nope.

"Perhaps you'd like to help me look for some? There would be some spruce cones in it for you. Your sense of smell should be better than mine, at any rate."

[Tomcost]

-So, you are not subject to the laws that we are subject to, but only your body is. Well, that's interesting.

He then looks at the deck to see if Art is near, and as he isn't, he will say:

-I think that, as it appears that Art isn't coming anytime soon, I should go look around to find him.

Go look for Art.

[Xantalos]

Sure why not.

Chosen one hunting!

[miauw62]

((Both times. That means that The Artiste first came from wherever he came from when he got into... James's body? Dunno who it was.))

[Xantalos]

((Yeah, the beaversnailgoat.))

[Tomcost]

((I didn't get the beaversnailgoat joke back when I first read this, and I still don't. Mainly because it has been used as a verb.))

[miauw62]

Kevin steps out of the way to let Morton catch the ball in the pot. Hopefully.

[Xanmyral]

I'm sure it'll go fine... Morton thought encouragingly to himself as he watched the molten ball of slag roll towards him. The desk will attempt to move to where the ball won't collide with him, and adjust the pot in its path so as that it would roll inside of it.

If successful, the desk will quickly right the pot and set it down on the ground. He'll observe the slag and pot for a while to see if the pot melts or is too intense of a heat to handle. If it's not the case, he'll attempt to, slowly, lifte the pot.

[Harry Baldman]

Outside Evelyn's room...

Scott decides to comply wordlessly with the lady's words, and steps inside her room. It's a rather neat place, with a nicely made bed and a solitary chair. Scott could possibly appreciate it more under less dangerous circumstances, of course, but he supposes a person who's neat enough in their habits would be the one you let poke around your brain.

Evelyn seats him without a word, then starts to quickly work at his brain, taking out small pieces of it along with any skull shards that may have been in there. Soon enough a good chunk of Scott's brain is removed and placed on a nearby plate - Scott isn't sure he likes the implications of that. After a while, she is done, and Scott's skull feels quite a bit lighter.

"And that is that, I suppose. Very little else I can do. Very interesting to cut up a brain, though. I have never done that before. I wonder if your mental functions will return in time. No better chance to find out. Stay here."

Now it all falls into place. That's why Scott can't see anything anymore.


On the deck of the Second Shank...

Sigmund, hoping to find Art, goes hunting around the ship. However, he (she?) is nowhere to be seen. Definitely not in the cargo hold, at least. Or the den, kitchen or corridors.


In Helsvar's village...

Niklas agrees with the spruce man's proposal, and together they go forth and seek the Chosen Rodent. They find no such thing, it has to be said. Niklas can't smell hide nor tail of any squirrel nearby - even the Great Old One seems to have disappeared someplace.

"How very suspicious this is. I was told the Chosen Rodent was here. Had a vision and everything."


At the site of Niklas' melting...

Morton, after Kevin rolls off him and plummets to the cobbled ground with an embarrassing thwack, catches the slowly rolling ball of Niklas in his pot. The parts of the pot that touch the sphere soon begin to glow red, then white. And the heat the whole thing radiates is quite intimidating.

A few moments later, he isn't quite sure if the pot is melting or not - its shape has changed a little, but he doesn't know it won't just fall apart if he lifts it. That is, if he can lift it at all and his arms won't combust upon contact with the thing.

[Tomcost]

Check in Art's room.

[miauw62]

"Uh... I could try feeling it. I'm probably fire-proof."
Try to touch the pot as carefully as possible.

[Xanmyral]

"If it feels too dangerous, I heavily suggest caution and restraint, good jester Kevin. Morton warned the broken man who had rolled off of him.

He pondered for a while, before addressing Erin with an idea. "Good mage Erin, can you perhaps form a non-flammable liquid above the pot? Water, or salt water perhaps? That may cool it down rapidly, possibly enough to at least carry Chef Niklas to the ship."