Inside a mostly empty room...Niklas tries to mold the mulch into something more appealing to the eye and soul, like a half-bear-half-walrus.
[Niklas' sculpting roll: 5]
Utilizing the various resins and sap contained in the mulch, Niklas realizes he can do some pretty mean sculpting with this stuff - in no time at all, he has a very respectable-looking statue of the hideous lovechild of a northern bear and a walrus. It menaces the entire room with its tusks and shining coat rather exquisitely, Niklas must say. Definitely the best sculpture he's done yet - it has the exactly right proportions of bear and walrus in its features that you can't really tell where one ends and the other begins. Particularly fine are the finned feet of the sculpture, which fill Niklas with thoughts of naval adventure and violent inland expeditions filled with equal parts foraging and looting.
At the shipwreck-rich beach of Mothdale...Sigmund, to put it mildly, is pissed.
"Mark! Come here, you bastard! Why did you even think about making me something as impractical as this! I can't fly, I can't even walk! Have you ever tried doing these things to yourself? Have you? No? Well, it feels horrible. How am I supposed to be able to coordinate eleven legs? I can't even stand up because I don't have arms! So, come here, you psychopath. Come here and make me something in which at least I could move! FIX ME!" he screams at
Mark, who has failed him in ways so terrible, they are hardly worth recounting again, with all the varied colorful voices he possesses. The tirade is withering enough for Mark to actually begin considering the virtues of minimalist design a little. That is, before he mentally denounces it as blasphemy and thinks about how best to compromise here.
Scott, who feels like he is in the middle of this argument despite nobody so much as acknowledging his presence, attempts to mediate.
"Come on, Siggy. Not many survive surgery. Albeit most people want a leg or an arm removed, but so what? You got a brand new body... you are even ALIVE AGAIN!!! Do you know how much offense you cause to the non-living like me to see you complain about a completely viable... and attractive... form like yours?" he says to Sigmund rather creepily and unhelpfully. When Sigmund doesn't deem it fit to answer, Scott feels the need to demonstrate that he has feelings as well.
[Scott's firestarting roll: 4]
A small fire starts on one of the distant ships, and soon the vessel is almost entirely aflame. Yes! That is suitably dramatic, Scott thinks! And he's also sort of doing his job. It's like he's multitasking or something.
Mark, meanwhile, decides that he probably should let Sigmund have what he wants for now, even if his demands are so unreasonable. So he wipes off his tools a little to get some of the dried viscera off and goes right back into the fray.
[Mark's "medicine" roll: 4+1]
He promptly removes a single leg, the least symmetrical one, from Sigmund's body, sealing up the spot where it was attached until one can't very well say if there was a leg there in the first place at all. Sigmund finds that it doesn't really seem to be helping, as ten legs are only slightly less impossible to keep track of at once than eleven. Still, if he could run in the first place, he guesses it would be a definite improvement, though he can't say for sure. But since right now he doesn't feel very improved at all, he resolves to keep nagging in the hopes that things will get better eventually.
"And don't forget about the arms.
Dammit, why do I keep resorting to you? Anyway, you idiot, if you have at lest a bit of mental power you will make me into something practical at least."Mark is starting to find it difficult to see why he has to take this kind of guff from a guy he made into a dragon, honestly.
In a temple of Velusius...Kevin, upon getting chastised for being so dang unenthusiastic, hopes to achieve something on this go around. After remarking on his driving motivation of vengeance upon a crazy man who lives in a temple, he attempts to sing slightly differently than usual. To sing like one with absolute truth in his voice and the power to abolish lies and the ones that perpetrate, but most of all to bring any and all houses of unpleasantness like this one down into the ashes where they belong.
[Kevin's singing roll: 5-
2]
He tests out a variety of pitches he can produce, not having to worry about silly things like keeping his throat together and working unlike most mortal singers, and eventually he thinks he hears something crack! Granted, it looks to be a glass that somebody left lying on one of the pews, but it's a start!
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