Hila keeps snapping her jaws at the dragon.
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Percy wakes up to OH HOLY IMBREX THE PAIN! She groans and casts a healing spell on reflex.
As Sigrun and Hila continue to wail on the (now seriously-injured) dragon, it abruptly morphs back into Alexei and attempts to dive out the nearby window!
At the same time, Neverhome and Silence eliminate another spirit. The only one left is 'ghost Alexei', who shrieks and continues its relentless assault on Neverhome.
Dragon: 182pts damage
The respite from Percy’s healing is short lived before it is robbed by the spirit, causing Neverhome to roll his eyes before continuing his assault.
The valiant warhorse tilted his head almost smirking at the dragon turned alexei. He had been outside hearing the fighting going on inside with no way to aid.
"Where did the dragon go?"
He heard from inside his rider call out...
Moving forward to flank the ghost Alexei his blade lashed out in a series of cuts.
"Where did the dragon go?"
He called out loudly his tail lashing in agitation and challenge to the ghost alexei.
Hila takes a bite out of the dragon as it leaves.
Hobbes will continue to heal Percy.
Percy concentraties and pushes the last of her most powerful magic at the dragon!
Neverhome and Silence deal a great deal of damage to ghost Alexei as Hila almost catches dragon Alexei's ankle as he dives out the window. Mule instantly realizes that 'Alexei' smells more like Logrivich than Zsestrian, but the surprise at his sudden appearance prevents his hasty bite from connecting.
Ghost: 100pts damage
Dragon: 182pts damage
Quickly turning to strike at the fleeing dragon's back, before focusing on the ghost, using the additional reach to strike.
Sigrun's hammer smacks dragon Alexei squarely in the small of his back, and he lets out a grunt of pain as he dives out the window. He's clearly been severely injured and is likely close to death - hence the hasty exit. Sigrun's follow-up attacks against ghost Alexei fell the 'spirit,' leaving the room silent ... except for the whimpering of Anastasia.
Dragon: 203pts damage
"Can anyone explain what in the inferno just happened here?"
Percy shrugs. I think I messed up a nefarious plan? Maybe?
"Hobbes, do you think you can tag the fleeing one?" Sigrun asks quickly, looking toward the window.
Hobbes nods and runs towards the window, bow in hand.
Hobbes takes aim and fires at the dragon, hoping to finish it off.
Hobbes' second shot catches dragon Alexei in the small of the back, and he topples to the ground. Fortunately, Anastasia is too distressed to notice.
Looking about for any other enemies or ghosts the Samurai peers left and right....
"Anyone see anything bad yes yes?"
He asked spreading out just a small amount.
There are no other apparent threats in the room, but there are a few closed doors, and there's no telling what lies on the other side.
Percy goes about determining what's up with all the magic.
Percy finds some interesting volumes on the various bookshelves.
Greater Book of Extended Summoning (evil)
Aurora Consurgens
Book of Eibon
De Praestigiis Daemonum
Dictionnaire Infernal
Key of Solomon
Liber Ignium
The Book of Lies
Le Livre des Mediums
Wow. I've seen people ignorant of magic, but this is impressive. Precy mutters as she goes through the books. Only one of these is legitimate. One of these even goes into a hierarchy of demons! Ha! As if they had any hierarchy other than "I can kill you, but you can't kill me!"
Mule pauses and does a thorough horselike examination of Alexi before biting the scruff of his clothing and dragging him back.... meanwhile confident that no further threats are about for the moment he takes a seat and catches his breath... glancing at his precious snowglobe to get a glimpse of his beloved.
Hobbes will heal Alexei to stop him from dying. "No dying today kid. The living aren't done with you."
The cowering Anastasia looks up as Silence pulls out his snowglobe. Her expression grows interested, then fascinated. "My heart used to know. There are things it yearns to remember."
He tilted his head at the girl confused at her words at first... He was trying to discern it if were some form of poetry.
"Have you seen one of these before miss Anastasia? This one is magic i think... sometimes when i look into it I can see my bel..."
He paused glancing about slightly embaressed. it was a good thing his fur covered his blush.
"It shows this rugged and valiant warrior I am enamored with."
He finished peering into the swirling snows looking for a certain Winter wolven lass.
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The swirling snow settles to reveal Greta looking directly into your eyes and smiling. After a moment, she turns away and begins donning her armor. On a nearby shelf, you see a small tea set.
Anastasia cautiously asks, "May I see?"
He smiled warmly at the sights pratically trying to memorize everything when the Anasasia spoke. There was a moment of paranoia that ran through his body but finally he nodded simply. He hovered near he to catch the magical item if need be.
Percy tucks away the books, then waits to move out for Silence to stop staring at his ball.
Anastasia clutches the snowglobe in both hands as if her life depends on it and stares deeply into it. The snow inside swirls harder than it ever has before and then settles. The girl's eyes close, and she begins to slump forward before abruptly catching herself. "I remember...."
Still holding the snowglobe, Anastasia slowly stands up straight and looks all of you in the eye. In a proud, regal voice, she announces. "I am Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov, daughter of the Tsar and sole heir to the throne. I have been unwell as of late, but thanks to you, I am once again whole. Russia owes you a great debt."
"That I did not expect. So can you tell us more about what happened?"
"It's all a bit fuzzy, I must confess. I remember the Bolsheviks who captured us. I remember my family being executed. I remember a gun pointed at me ... a muzzle flash ..." She shakes her head in some distress. "Then I woke up. Our friend Grigori was there ... alive! He said his piety had kept his spirit stitched to his body, so the assassins sent to kill him were bound to fail. He said he needed my help if the World Anchors failed. He's a good man, but I've seen monsters in the camp. Dead things and demons with knife-tipped fingers. Grigori says they're here to protect me, but I sense great evil in them."
He tilted his head to the side and frowned.
"You are the who of where friend Anastasia yes yes?"
He began glancing torwards hobbes and the others and sort of giving a huhwhat look before letting his demeanor return to its normal placid state.
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"Do ya know where he is now?" Hobbes asks as he tries to make sense of what the girl has said.
Anastasia shook her head. "He said he had work to do in the 'Place Between Worlds,' whatever that means. Viktor might know, but I haven't seen him since Grigori woke me up. He shouldn't be hard to find: one of his legs is metal. German mine during the Great War."
"That sounds bad. What do you know about this Viktor fella?"
"He's an electrician and inventor."
He gently took his magic snowglobe from the suddenly more aware of herself he put the device away.
"A metal leg? An lectrition?"
He said the first with a simple conviction and the second with some confusion. The idea of a metal appendage didnt seem to worry him... but an lectrition sounded ominous.
That's... unhelpful. Anything else?
D3
The blackened remains of a long wooden barracks building threaten to crumble into ashy ruin the the snow. The haphazard pile of burned timbers resembles a mound of charred and blackened bones. The smell of burnt flesh is strong here, and the skeletal remains of many people can still be spied among the ruins.
A Large, jackal-headed creature is shuffling through the debris, gnawing on the burned bodies of those consumed by the flames. As you watch, it begins to pick its teeth with a metal appendage ripped from a nearby corpse.
Let me guess. Our information has been devoured. She sighs without even a hint of effort given toward stealth.