Reign of Winter (group two) (Inactive)

Game Master Whack-a-Rogue

"Uhm..of course Lyosha...and you can stop with the Miss Sigrun, Sigrun is fine." she replies with a hesitant smile. "You look like you feel a bit better at least."

"As you wish Miss Sigrun. And I do, physically anyway." Seeing her hesitance Neverhome swallows to steady himself before continuing. "I cannot account for all my actions previously, waking, dreaming, and thoughts are all blurring together and sprinkled with gaps and blanks due to that drink. My brother-in-law Bragi, who was like Hobbes and would collect equal amounts of slaps and kisses would collect mostly slaps after drinking like that. Since what I do remember feels more like thoughts or dreams and what actually happened is barred from my mind by fog I would just like to apologize if I visisted you any dishonor and I take full responsibility for my actions."

"You did nothing dishonorable at all Lyosha," Sigrun says smiling."Your...wife Alma, must be an incredible woman."

Relief visibly spreads across his face. "That eases my blurry mind." Smiling he'll add on "She is, I wouldn't be half man I am today if not for her. She would like you."

"I think you are a lot more than you give yourself credit for." she responds. "Where is she now?"

His smile actually widens at her compliment, before shrinking and growing wistful as he looks to the side, past the room they're in, and far beyond the tower. "Somewhere out there among snows and trees with rest of her family. Erutaki are not for staying in one place for too long. Is not their way."

"How will you find her again?"

Turning back to her with that wistful smile he gives a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I might never. But with you all Fate has brought me back to Irrisen, so maybe I will be able to meet her soon, if not someday. Until then I hold her tightly in my heart and dreams."

Sigrun smiles, an expression while not forced, covers a number of emotions that flicker across her face. "She's a lucky woman."

"I should check on Percy." she follows quickly, turning to walk across the room.

He goes to say something in response but at her abruptness he catches himself and contents for bowing towards her in thanks.

crisis seemingly adverted for now, both with the sister gnome and drunken friend neverhome Silence began to slowly really look hard at their surroundings. Presents and food and that.... sparkly..... tree.

He shook his head to clear it again.

Those things were all well and good, but they... they were on a mission of importance. Stoping the spread of winter in lands where it didnt belong. He wondered how they could get out of this place.

"Don't worry Allie, you didn't do anything bad. Are sure you're okay, you two?" Zses says to the gnomes, thinking back to what just happened. "By the way, Percy, that was something really powerful back there, how did you manage to do that? Soul swapping is usually something terribly elaborate..." the witch starts, half to the gnome and half to himself.

"Soul... What?" Neverhome says flatly to Zses and the sisters.

Zses scratches his head "Well, maybe 'soul' isn't the correct term in this situation. Maybe...'consciousness'? Or something. With all the Chaos magic, First World thingies and what not, what Percy did wasn't a spell per se, like the one you read in books and learn casting (with a lot of time, I'd add in this case). Anyway, if it was somehow similar to the spell, for a minute or two Percy would have been in Allie's body and Allie in Percy's...maybe. The fact that there's also Jerk Allie in the equation complicate things. And by complicate things, I mean 'I don't have a clue'."
Hhhm, maybe there are some books on the subject in that library back in the tower. That, or I guess we could find something on the subject in Whitethrone: Evil Winter Witches are probably experts in spells like this.

Neverhome blinks a few times before slowly nodding his head up and down, quite obviously having absolutely no idea what the raven witch is talking about.

That was magic unleashed. Percy grins. That's what happens when you invite real magic into the world and don't tell it what should and shouldn't be done like witches and wizards and their ilk do.

"Is not witch magic... So is Good magic then?" Neverhome nods a bit more assuredly at Percy's explanation, having come to some conclusion in his head.

Allie continues to look confused, but her sobbing dies down a little. "I don't understand. What other me? Nothing's making any sense. What's wrong with me?" She slinks to an isolated section of the room, curls up into a ball, and begins slightly rocking back and forth.

Sigrun shares a look with Percy at Allie's reaction, though Lyosha's conclusion brings a smile to her lips.

"Magic or no, I must reiterate; I much preferred when I was only miserable person here." Neverhome mumbles to himself as he watches Allie fall apart. He much preferred situations where you could punch or stab whatever was troubling someone.

He didnt like how the little one reacted to the news then again he wondered how he would react if he had something crazy inside of him. With a twitch of his whiskers he carefully closed with Allie and flopped down beside her.

"Its is okay friend little one Allie, there is no reason to set yourself aside. Your sister there cares for you, and none of us will stop trying to figure out what might be wrong. In my lands sometimes people get possesed by tricky spirits, but you know dont you worry about that. Instead... think of all the witches you will burn shortly.

He gave her a big smile wiggling a bit.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Vashti flicks her wrist for a chocolate, chocolate chip muffin with vanilla icing and nuts.

I am going to lose my mind one day, and when I do, I shall not go to find it!

Then, seeing Hobbes on the ground she pulls his bottle away to chug a portion.

Thank you, dear, I needed that...

Before he can say anything to Percy, Zses expression darkens when Allie runs away crying.
Oh...
No longer in the mood to argue with Percy, Zses simply stays silent.

Your surroundings blur, and you once again find yourselves in the Pale Tower. No time appears to have elapsed, your hangovers are gone, and all seems to be in order.

And we're back! :-)

Neverhome reflexively shifts his eyes over the once again familiar surroundings. "Getting real tired of that."

"Oh!" Zses exclaims when everyone reappears in the tower. "Well, looks like it's time to put an end to this whole situation. Let's hope the tower doesn't actually explode when we kill the witch...". Zses's first instinct is to move to open the door, but past experiences have thought him that it wasn't such a good idea. Instead, he waits for someone else the passage to the next room.

Neverhome reflexively shifts his eyes over the once again familiar surroundings. "Getting real tired of that."

"You and me both kid."

Neverhome will wait for the others to regain their bearings and readying themselves before opening the door.

Vashtis arm twitches involuntarily for some reason.

I said I was waiting!

Ered just shakes his head and looks at the blade in his hand.

"This place keeps getting weirder and weirder..."

Sigrun once again hefts her hammer and gives Lyosha a nod.

Looking the group over once more Neverhome will nod back at Sigrun before opening the door.

Big Hitters in the front, then me, squishes behind me, Ered and Hobbies rear guard.

Ered, move in with the rest if we are clear to the rear and hit'em hard.

Look at me acting like I'm in charge and all!:)

Well you are the only one here (that I know of) that has an army on reserve.

Before forming up, Percy goes to whatever corner Allie is in and sits next to her for a moment. She had no idea what to say, so she just spots it out.
I have no idea what's wrong with you, sis. My most powerful Magic didn't help.
So we're gonna deal with this. I have no idea how, but we will.

Ered straightens out his armor and nods, as he gets the better folks into the middle and lets everyone get in place.

Tousling the little firebug's hair, whiskers twitching from the sudden shift back into the tower he rose nodding to Vashti and closing his eyes taking a moment to focus. He would keep an eye out for evil statues, trees and snowmen, and witches too.

Big Hitters in the front, then me, squishes behind me, Ered and Hobbies rear guard.

Girls, I need you to help Hobbies with ranged support please, Percy keep something in reserve in case I can't get to someone that is really hurt.

Hobbies, you watch the girls and Zses, please.

Zses, you make them regret life choices.

Ered, move in with the rest if we are clear to the rear and hit'em hard.

Look at me acting like I'm in charge and all!:)

"Yes Ma'am. Guard the goils, right." Hobbes says saluting before drawing his bow and taking his place in the back.

You've explored everywhere except the two round rooms to the south, and there's no more hostiles on this floor.

Q-10
A bed, desk, and storage locker furnish this small circular chamber. A five-foot-tall mirror hangs on the wall opposite the room's only door.

Q-11
This room appears identical to the other circular chambers. As usual, there's a large mirror hanging near the door.

Just a reminder that you've found teleporters in rooms Q-13 and Q-15. Keys were found with the giantess (enlarge person is a fun spell) and in Q-16.

Is storage locker locked/made of Darkwood/ does the key we found earlier go to it?

It's locked, but the key doesn't match what you've found. And it's made of regular wood. ;-)

Neverhome will begin lugging the obstinate locker to Hobbes for jimmying.

Hobbes will put away his bow and take out his lockpicks.

Disable: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Percy stays by her sister and away from the teleporters until she is told otherwise.

Absentmindedly looking about the room while Hobbes works on the locker like a chastity belt he'll muse aloud for the others. "So do we take one of side mirrors or big one with red carpet laid out for us?"

I have a question... I dont suppose.. breaking some of the extra mirrors might be wise? We have but one key, they may have many. If they seek to overwhelm us. . . He asked his head tilting slightly to the side watching Friend Hobbes work at the lock. He was always.... intruigued by such things.

Neverhome shifts his head from side to side, a disagreeable look on his face as he thinks. "You do not destroy road just because you haven't been to end... If we could even destroy one of them. There might also be repercussions from mirrors themselves if we act against them, Witch magic is based in spite to begin with."

"I would leave them alone for now and take one of the side portals. Left fine by everyone?" Sigrun chimes in

Neverhomes nods.