In a spidery labyrinth...
Kevin, not-so-secretly terrified of both large numbers of giant spiders and dangerous quakes, decides to move out of the labyrinth as quickly and screamingly as possible, which he succeeds at wonderfully, plunging out onto the rocky outcrop.
An unfortunate side effect of this seems to be that the spiders have heard him, are currently skittering right after to investigate and find the flesh that seems to be disturbing the peace so terribly. Kevin guesses the obvious thing to do here is to try and swim - he doesn't think it should be difficult at all, considering he's still got functioning arms. One might point out that he doesn't have functioning legs, however, but that's just needlessly negative thinking.
In a shaped, partly collapsed chamber deep underground...
Sigmund has a clever thought. When facing rubble, the best idea is no doubt to deflect it off to the side. Having no idea how that could possibly backfire, he tries to shape his presence conically to divert the rubble away.
[Sigmund's magic roll: 1]
In a slight lapse of concentration as he tries to figure out the exact shape and dimensions of the cone needed to not be crushed underneath the rubble, he accidentally withdraws his pillar of presence, from above, and the rubble falls toward him.
[Sigmund's reaction roll: 2]
[Sigmund's endurance roll: 5]
He is buried underneath around 50 tons of rubble momentarily, though his box, to its credit, is largely unharmed by this. The rubble seems to have filled the chamber entirely, covering the few gnomes still within and presumably squishing them dead, and more of it seems to be collecting atop Sigmund at this very moment, making for an unpleasant pressure on his box.
In a kitchen of Castle Fenton...
Following the maid's advice, Niklas tries to do his work once more, placing a hand on the ham and then beginning to cut it.
[Niklas' culinary dark arts roll: 6+1]
It turns out that having a dull knife does wonders for ones creative drive, as Niklas discovers, having cut the ham into a visage so hideous and decorated it with the knife and fork so unthinkably, even he wishes to look away as he considers it. He shows his handiwork to the maid, who looks at it for a moment.
"That looks... artistic. And somewhat appetizing, disturbingly enough," she comments, then looks at Niklas. "Does it, erm, signify anything?"
In Eckledun's Black Tower...
Scott, after informing these rogues that he don't know nuthin', quickly disappears through the nearby wall before anyone can say another word, finding himself back in the air once more. He knows immediately that he should warn his friends, but then realizes that he doesn't see them anywhere around here. A quick check of the inn they went inside of reveals nothing of interest as well. You know, aside from a crab-headed innkeeper.
Outside Eckledun's Black Tower...
Morton, after regarding the door, thinks of what a door may say of its owner - this door in particular speaks of importance, he thinks.
"They most certainly value their security, but I suppose one shouldn't blame them. As important officials have bodyguards, I've no doubt a door of such construction is sadly a necessity," he says, giving the door three knocks with doorknocker, and suddenly both he and Craig find themselves... elsewhere. A waiting room of sorts, where two mages seem to be sitting, drinking what looks like tea. Ah! Connoisseurs of the drink, maybe? They both raise their eyes to look at the new arrivals - one is a middle-aged, good-looking woman in a dark blue robe, one is a young man in a reddish robe. Both look a tad enchanted at the sight of the two new arrivals.
"My, you seem like unusual people," the woman remarks.
"Er, if both of you are people, that is. Wouldn't want to make assumptions," the young man remarks, and the woman gives him a sharp look.
In an empty room...
Darren, not sure he wants his hugs to be quite eternal, pats his ghostly friend's hands, and begins to move forward, only for the ghost to move forward with him, their movements synched. On one hand, that's a bit strange. On the other, this ghostly fellow doesn't seem to really inconvenience him in any way aside from the obvious social kind, or particularly inhibit his movements.
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