In the house of the Yalesons...While waiting for the butler to return, the grim reality of his situation occurs to
Sigmund. Questions need to be asked, and they need to be asked rather soon. He taps the leader mage on the shoulder and poses a query.
"What have you done to me?""Oh, enslaved your soul in a mostly unbreakable bond. You are now obligated to follow my orders completely and, should I die, you will die as well."Ah. Sigmund feels a slight bit of panic descend on him.
"Who are you and your people, and for the Five's sake, what is THAT THING?""Oh. I forgot to introduce myself, I believe. I'm the Artiste and my good friends here are Art, Evelyn, Erin, Bernie and, of course, Mark," he says, pointing at each of his minions as he says their names.
"They're good people, you know. And Mark is my away team at the moment. You may need to work closely with him."Meanwhile,
Mark engages in some enjoyable theft as he looks about the house. He looks into the kitchen, spying a whole lot of knives! While the chef's back is turned, he quickly grabs a few and makes himself scarce before the man suspects anything.
Upstairs,
Morton, ever the dutiful servant (even though he is rather new at this, what with the whole "recently back from the dead" thing), listens to the words of his other master,
Scott.
"Guests? Can't you see we're in the middle of a crisis?" the master croaks. A long, drawn-out sigh can then be heard emanating from the room.
"Ask if they have any medical experience, if they don't and yet are still relativity insistent invite them in and entertain their wishes. Advise that they take precautions against plague and a number of similar curses of the flesh. Please, also advise them to respect my privacy.""Apologies Master Scott, of course sir, I shall entreat upon them at once." Morton does a short bow, his eyes closed as he gives proper respects to the master. Heading back to the the crowd of travelers, he speaks respectfully.
"I regret to inform you, but Master Yaleson is facing dire circumstances as of late. He is stricken with many diseases of the flesh, and his husband, Master Scott Yaleson, is not wishing to meet visitors as of late. If you have anyone amongst you that is skilled with the mending of body and disease, and are sufficiently girded against many contagious threat, we would like to seek your services. If not however, that is alright. You may stay as guests if you require it, as I am aware that the day grows dim, and we shall see to your needs as best we can. I do ask however that you all take actions against the contagious, for many a disease lingers here I'm afraid. Sadly this is not something I can clean myself." He gives a solemn shake of his head in sorrow.
"I shall also ask that you give Master Scott his privacy, as we all fear for the health of Master Yaleson, and he wishes to be left alone during this terrible time."The mage nods amiably, then pokes the rest of the gang, who do their best to follow suit.
"Well, we kind of realized this stay may prove detrimental to our health, but-"Morton looks to the side at the man working in the kitchen. Oh dear, looks to be getting into the mood. He quickly shuts the door, knowing that it is most wise to do so. When he does, the tempo of the yelling and roaring from the kitchen increases. Its volume increases, and there is a faint sensation of heat coming from the door. The yelling continues to increase in volume as there is a sudden sequence of cracks and pops, bangs and bumps coming from within the kitchen. The room shakes a little. Finally, the myriad sensations cease, and an almost heavenly smell wafts through the house.
"Now, none of us are doctors, but-"He is interrupted by Mark raising his hand and running up to Morton, brandishing his knives in what he believes to be a most doctorly manner.
Back in Emlocke...Darren realizes that it's probably a good idea to try and shield the band from the assault. He attempts to create a telekinetic shield!
[Telekinesis roll: 3]
He does sort of make the area windier. Does that work? No, didn't think so. As he fools around, the rest of the band quickly work on escaping with their still-alive members.
[Band escape roll: 3]
They get deeper into the room, but dragging the bodies seems to slow them down noticeably!
[? water use roll: 4+1-
1]
Suddenly, there is the sound of glass smashing as water splashes onto the room!
[Darren dodge roll: 2]
[Band dodge roll: 1]
Darren doesn't even bother to dodge, getting splashed with the water somewhat. He is rather surprised when it starts to burn like demonic fire! The band gets it slightly worse, as Mel gets some in his eye in addition to some others getting splashed!
[Mel endurance roll: 2]
He begins to scream, falling over in horrible agony as his left eye is burnt out! The other people seem only superficially splashed, avoiding serious burns.
[? magic roll: 6+1]
Once again, a wave of sound washes over the room with the force of a split atom!
[Darren endurance roll: 2-1]
[Band leader endurance roll: 2-1]
[Mel endurance roll: 5-1]
[Band endurance rolls: 1-1, 1-1]
Virtually all of the band apart from Mel proceeds to violently explode as a direct result! Including Darren, whose ectoplasmic form is dispersed!
[Darren will roll: 4]
It quickly reforms, however, as Darren doesn't intend to die quite yet! His band has been mostly killed, but this doesn't have to happen to him!
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