At the shipwreck-rich beach of Mothdale...Scott idly toys with his powers, his information fishing attempts abating after the gub proved somewhat secretive. He tries to make a fireball.
[Scott's firestarting roll: 1]
[Scott's telekinesis roll: 3-
2]
He concentrates on a patch of air, trying to use both telekinesis and his fire power at the same time - he thinks he can... wait, why does he feel very hot all of a sudden? And why can't he see properly? Is he... well,
of course he's on fire now. Honestly, how could it have gone any differently?
[Scott's endurance roll: 1]
Good gods, that hurts like hell! He thinks his spectral eyes just melted! Also, he doesn't have any lips or hair anymore. This he realizes to be a very terrible occurrence. Also, whatever remains of his spectral brain may be on the verge of boiling.
[Scott's will roll: 2]
Yeah, it's definitely painful enough for Scott to suddenly wish he could be elsewhere... anywhere, really, except here.
Meanwhile, ignorant of Scott burning with a bright cyan flame nearby,
Sigmund prepares to receive Little Tommy, whoever that might be. He places the teapot on the ground, then takes a few steps back, choosing a defensive posture and preparing to blast the feet of the approaching person should it be necessary. The sprinting shape draws nearer and nearer with each second, and as it comes close to Sigmund, he notices that it seems to be a skinny man, a meter and a half tall at most and sporting a large beard. He half-stops, half-trips, rolling a short distance before coming to halt a few meters from the teapot. He then crawls the rest of the way, breathing heavily and visibly sweating, and picks the teapot up. He briefly glances at Sigmund, providing a hearty
"Thanks!" before getting the teapot and proceeding to sprint away.
~you've made little tommy a happy man today, sigmund! he is most thankful, as you have noticed! by the way, scott is burning to death behind you!~Sigmund looks the way the gub indicated. Ah, so he is.
Inside the Red Tower of Power...Niklas, not needing directions to his destiny to be given twice, rushes up the indicated staircase until he's at the top, which seems to be the destination he was pointed toward - it appears to be some manner of lounge, filled with rather interesting-looking people. Well, maybe not
filled, exactly. There's only five or so people that look somewhat interesting.
The first is an incredibly fat, satisfied-looking woman who seems to be floating in a meditative pose right in the middle of the room while having a drink, with several people, some of which are also floating and most of which seem to project an air of adoration, grouped around her having the very same sort of drink
The second is a flustered, sweating man wearing rather solid (and very heavy from the looks of it), plain plate armor of a make Niklas doesn't recognize, seemingly carrying on a spirited conversation with himself at one of the tables.
The third is a small boy in a rather large robe, standing on a chair and singing to a small audience in a voice most high and pristine and gesticulating with his hands, his listeners looking either quite absent or filled with immense wordless wonder.
The fourth is a young, very fit woman who seems to be hanging off the ceiling upside-down, her legs wrapped around one of the support beams. She looks pretty excited to be accompanied by a whole host of suspiciously naked people hanging up there with her, messing around and doing various acrobatic tricks to amuse her.
By the way, speaking of naked people, the fifth is a rather large, well-built man, although definitely approaching the end of middle age at the very least. This is easy to determine due to his striking nakedness, although he seems to be trying his best to avoid attention, sitting in the corner while a bunch of grim people who seem to be his entourage look around the rest of the place.
In a graveyard in Mothdale...Kevin hops around, looking for a mortuary amidst all the grave sites, and eventually finds one. He even notices
Mark standing around right outside it looking quite distracted while a rather lumpy dolphin with hooks on its flippers appears to be mock-fighting a very toothy dolphin right next to him. It looks both silly and deranged at the same time, and first blood seems to already have been drawn.
~you seem acceptable at navigation, kevin! far better at it than ambiance, definitely! though that may be your dismemberment creating urgency!~Inside the Ponderous Tingfish...Morton can't believe the sheer rudeness of this fellow. That's no way to treat a perfectly polite (not to mention rather fetching) piece of talking, tea-making furniture! No way at all, definitely! However, before he can extricate himself from this situation, there is the obligatory question.
"Sir, have I wronged you in some way? I apologize if I did, I'll leave you be."Without waiting for an answer, Morton moves to leave quickly.
[Morton's escape roll: 6-1]
He is out the door almost immediately, moving with the speed, grace and resplendence of a true moral victor. Once out in the street, Morton moves further still to a distance he hopes is adequate to avoid reprisal for some entirely imaginary offense.
Outside a tavern in Blynn...Timothy, faced with an engineering challenge, tries to deal with it like a true civil engineer would - if the entrance to this tavern is too small for food deliveries, that clearly means it has failed in one of its most important purposes. However, he isn't sure if removing the door is something he can safely do with his telekinesis - who knows what holds this place together? It might be that door, it might not. Timothy's not about to try and find out. He might hurt someone that way, after all. So he just puts the food on the ground and floats on through the inn. If he can't bring a mountain of food to this dude, he'll have to settle for bringing this dude to the mountain instead. Imperceptibly floating into the basement, he notices the fellow still seems to be working on something here. So he comes up with a distraction.
[Timothy's telekinesis roll: 6]
He tries to tug on one of the funny-looking crystals in the man's improvised lab, but his enthusiasm gets the better of him, and he accidentally yanks it out of the system a bit too suddenly and harshly. Well, maybe not a bit. A lot, from the looks of it. As soon as the crystal leaves the machine, the guy immediately looks its way, a look of surprise on his face. It quickly turns to dawning horror.
"Crap."The apparatus Timothy pulled the crystal from immediately begins to spark and vibrate menacingly, the crystal's receptacle which Timothy upended and slightly deformed with his pull beginning to glow brightly. The man runs at the machine the instant he notices this, but he trips on his bedroll, flying face-first into the magical machinery right as the glow reaches its peak, then falling to the ground while clutching what must be a very broken nose. The dog begins to bark distortedly and shake, though it remains perfectly stiff and inarticulate while doing so.
And then, the machine explodes suddenly, blowing Timothy quite far backward (right through the wall of the basement and into the earth behind it, in fact) and causing him to drop the crystal, but causing no real damage. When he comes to a stop, he isn't quite sure how far he was blown away, actually.
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