On the floor of some sort of dormitory area...
Niklas tries to get other people to help as directly as possible - by simply asking, of course!
"Figures. HEY! HEY OTHER PEOPLE. HELP!" he says, but it doesn't seem to carry over too well, as the people only seem to either gape at him or just leave as quickly as possible. They are, in fact, just as helpful as one might expect people who were just interrupted in whatever kind of sleep they may have been having here.
Some of them seem to ask rather important-looking questions, but Niklas finds it difficult to hear them through all this stone.
In the streets of Mothdale...
Sigmund keeps on rolling through the town, looking for the Artiste - he eventually concludes that somebody who is important like the Artiste should also be in the most important-looking location - simple logic, really. And the most important-looking location is none other than the tower he was tied to earlier during his tenure as airmaster! So he heads that way, eventually reaching the rather grassy space all around it - much to his dismay, the large doors leading inside appear to be closed, and he lacks any hands to open them with. And he felt like he was on to something, too! Drat!
Elsewhere, Mark also searches for various things and people of interest - his searches are rewarded with the rather interesting sight of a dancing man in the middle of the street. On his face is an expression of pure, unadulterated fear, presumably at the pack of dolphins surrounding him, one of which appears rather unusual in its looks. The dolphins look his way and seem to almost sneer. The man also glances Mark's way, but seems rather occupied with what appears to be an actual matter of life and death.
Outside a very familiar-looking house...
Scott, quite interested in the house so much like the one he remembered (even similar in its level of dilapidation!), heads right in and looks for loot, even though he requires constant concentration to even attempt to carry any goodies in the first place. Regardless of this, though, he keeps searching, and eventually finds a rather interesting-looking box in the basement - it looks to be some sort of large puzzle box, with lots of intricate mechanisms worked into its surface. Wonderful workmanship, though it looks pretty damn heavy to Scott.
Outside a ruined tavinn of Blynn...
Timothy isn't really reassured by the lady's reappearance on the horizon - he's got to sort this out quickly, that much is clear, and so floats down and tries to dig out that fellow from the rubble - hopefully there would be something left of him, yes?
[Timothy's telekinesis roll: 4]
He lifts a piece of ruined tavinn off the neighborhood of the table that the fellow was last seen at and, lo and behold, the fellow is there! Very much alive, and though his legs seem to have been rather terribly crushed by the collapsing tavinn, he seems to be in no danger of being otherwise! Hooray! He seems rather surprised and suspicious at being dug out, as well as moved to saying rather impolite words about his predicament. This does not deter Timothy from being helpful, though - in fact, he decides that now is a good time to use that helpfulness power he has. Pointing his finger dramatically at the crippled man, he projects pure helpfulness in outrageous quantities, hoping that's actually how you make it happen.
However, it works out a little differently than hoped, Timothy finds - rather than everything suddenly fixing itself in a reasonable way, a ramp with a railing suddenly materializes at the bottom of the pit, leading up out into the streets. This mystifies the man further - one has to guess that this is a day he will remember as one of the stranger ones.
On the Second Shank...
Morton, currently feeling as single-minded as anyone, finally moves on to the last part of the enchanting process - the actual enchantment. Focusing inward, he applies his thoughts of healing to his own frame in a forceful manner.
[Morton's enchantment roll: 3]
After a period of concentration, Morton certainly feels like something's changed a bit, that his body is now more in sync with his mental image. It feels a bit incomplete, however. Less powerful.
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