On a precipice at a reservoir...
Kevin decides to wait a few moments to see what this thing is going to do - it seems to be crawling over him for the moment, running some sort of antennae over his legs. After It seems to be some kind of giant ant, Kevin thinks, until he is soundly disproven when the creature digs two sizable fangs into his belly. A horrible panic takes over the jester, followed by an immense relief when his legs go completely stiff, yet painless.
On one hand, he really needed that. On the other hand, he can't really move his legs anymore. So he picks up the creature with his arms and shoves it into the nearby water, which is something it definitely doesn't seem to enjoy at all. Kevin's... not entirely sure it can swim.
In an isolated chamber...
Sigmund, happy to be here and very much enjoying this new power, decides to step off this triumphant wave of good luck he's been having and not ride it out to the inevitable jagged rocks that will follow, and thinks real hard about his next move.
A few moments later, he realizes he doesn't really have any better ideas than just plunging his presence upwards and hoping for the best. After all, he can't see anything, or make an informed judgement of these matters.
In the guest wing of Castle Fenton...
Niklas goes on and checks out a random room, in this case the one he initially chose to stay at, and upon finding nothing terribly dangerous within, settles down to sleep, only to spend all night dreaming of Numbers for some reason. He looks way more handsome in Niklas' dreams for some reason. After this unconscious episode, he wakes in the morning, noticing a maid in his room. She seems to be glancing around nervously as she is examining the area, wiping away dust, though seemingly looking for something else as well.
She's also quite classically beautiful, he notes, with fairly large eyes, golden hair, reasonably well-proportioned and thick bones combined with a very womanly figure. Fairly young, but not overly so. Very easy on the eyes, though certainly not delicate.
In a refugee camp in Eckledun...
Scott quickly pops back in to seek affirmation for this idea he has.
"Do you want a fly-, er, float-by of local layouts, positions and storage or an in-depth reconnaissance on certain buildings or people?"
"Go for it," Justine says before getting distracted by Morton's agreement.
"I believe that would indeed be most agreeable good mage Justine, most agreeable indeed! We'll have either option to fall onto should one fall through, although hopefully such won't be the case. I wish you the best of luck in your inspection, good mage Justine and good sir Scott. I believe this would be a good enough spot for regrouping afterwards, perhaps at noon? Should you require us, we'll hopefully be conversing in the tower."
"Yes, quite."
"Good tailor Craig, shall we put word to action?"
"Indeed, no sense in wasting time."
And thus the two demonic creatures head out to the tower of the Black Circle, seeking
"Should we head to the tower straight away, or perhaps bring the aforementioned token of good will? I believe water should be easily retrieved from a well, although a kitchen or kitchen like area may be slightly more of a bother. Perhaps a pleasant innkeeper will let us use it momentarily? I believe the tower occupants would excuse the slight delay for such," he says, doing a mental inventory of his possessions. He finds that his tea supplies are still present on him, fortunately, along with a hateful stick and a book of demonology! And possibly something else he hasn't found yet. That's possible as well.
"It would be only polite to make tea, I'm sure," Tailor Craig agrees. "After all, did they really specify a time at which we should arrive?"
In Harlan's House of Hilarity and Harlotry...
Timothy, after righting himself to make the room and the lady less crooked, continues to speak with the woman. He still has exactly zero clue what she's saying, but it's not like that's stopped him from charming conversation before. She probably can understand what he's saying even less!
[Timothy's charisma roll: 3]
Although there is something to be said about a conversation consisting entirely of flirtatious non-sequiturs, Timothy's fairly sure he can't characterize such a conversation as 'moving along', exactly, given how he still doesn't know who this woman is or even what language she actually speaks.
In an empty room...
Darren is not quite prepared for surprise hugs, but he supposes surprise hugs are quite possibly the best kind of surprise he's encountered here yet.
"Yes, uhmmm, spread the love," he says, noticing that it seems to be the headless ghost hugging him. Feels very nice, he must say. That robe is soft and warm like nobody's business. Besides, the ghost seems to kind of like him for some reason.
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