In a dark, spherical underground chamber...
Sigmund goes ahead and attempts to make progress in a slow and steady fashion, figuring he should be able to get out of here sooner or later. After all, he's got time.
[Sigmund's magic roll: 6]
He casually worms his influence upward, slicing deeply into the stone above, and when he's made decent progress, he spontaneously widens it, the stone almost doesn't know what to do with itself! The whole surrounding area begins to quake as the moved stone displaces other stone, and that in turn moves other stone, and a sort of domino effect ensues - Sigmund can hear ceilings begin to cave in around him, walls crumble, wild clicking emanating from newly-opened holes in walls, and, as he soon discovers, a rather sizable amount of rubble collapsing down on his extended presence. It's not difficult to hold it up, strictly speaking, but it definitely leaves him with fewer options of what to do from here on in, given that if he stops extending his presence that way, he's going to find out firsthand what it feels like to have 20 tons of rubble fall on him from a great height.
Within the Purging Crab...
Morton, after bringing the preparation of exquisite tea to a stylish conclusion at the cooking fire, moves to the innkeeper and Tailor Craig, and offers some tribute for allowing him patronage of this fine establishment as soon as the conversation (or at least what Morton can make out of it) comes to a lull.
"A gift for graciously allowing us to use your cooking fire, I do hope you enjoy it, good sir innkeeper. You may keep the flask; I do apologize for our swift departure, but we are expected somewhere, I'm afraid, and it simply wouldn't do to keep them waiting for too long."
Tailor Craig also clicks his claw a few times, and the innkeeper accepts the flask of tea offered and chirps happily. Morton then turns to Tailor Craig, handing him another flask.
"A promise is something I always do try to keep, I hope you enjoy it good tailor Craig. I believe now we are ready to properly meet those in the tower, whenever you feel ready," he says, watching Tailor Craig absorb the tea as it floats out of its container when he nears it to his lack of a face, propelled by some form of inaudible suction.
"It's quite good, thank you," Tailor Craig says, his speech seemingly not impeded at all by the consumption of tea. "And we were only making smalltalk, no need to wait on our account," he adds, then clicks at the innkeeper a few times, who clicks back. And then, without another word, the desk and the tailor walk out of the Purging Crab, and reach the tower within five minutes, finding a massive, forbidding steel front door with, strangely enough, a doorknocker awaiting them.
On a slope leading up to a spidercrack...
Kevin, hoping that the spider he just threw into the water wasn't part of a colony, crawls into the crack, and proceeds along it, seeking to move so deep down the rabbit hole that he emerges out the other end. And as he continues on, he realizes that his hope may have been in vain, as what awaits him deeper within is a series of small tunnels, claustrophobic and feeling like they may be crushed with him in them at any point, and also with regular sounds of something skittering in the distance.
And just then, much to his dismay, he feels a quake, but it does not cause any tunnels to collapse, most fortunately, or get him stuck in any way. However, he is still blind, and stuck inside a network of tunnels that is in all likelihood filled with giant spiders.
In one of the kitchens of Castle Fenton...
Niklas tries to locate his knife, before realizing that he probably left it with the rat back in the Tower of Power. Oh well! Further challenge awaits!
"Thank you," he says and digs in!
[Niklas' culinary dark arts roll: 1+1]
He stabs the not particularly sharp knife provided into the ham, and the ham nearly bounces off the table as a result. Hm.
"You need to hold it down, then stab," the maid advises soundly, smiling at him, and Niklas blushes a little.
In an office in a tower of the Black Circle...
Scott, addressing the whip man, spins the tragic tale of his mutilation.
"I was cut down... literally... whilst hunting giant crab. After freeing myself from the remains of my body I later lost control of my latent pyrokinetic powers."
He pauses.
"Nice whip, by the way... seems well used. You must be very doting to have have it survive after such apparent heavy use," he says, shuddering. The man makes no indication of finding the compliment in any way flattering. And with that, Scott turns to the lady.
"And what is your response to the charge of creating a creature against a laws of nature that is currently seeking to ascend into godhood? I am not here to judge...I may sound a bit terse since my master, who I am unfortunately bonded to, is currently held captive by the thing...it wants to 'learn' from wizards, so we are tasked with...collecting them."
The lady merely shrugs.
"Well, can't say that's any of my business, really," she says, glancing at the man for a moment. "But we can point you to some wizards that need collecting."
"By the way, sir, have you seen a group of three roughly identical women and one shiny, crystalline one? It's part of a quest I am currently undertaking, you see. And what is this I heard about a moving desk?" the man asks immediately afterward of Scott.
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