"Well, the more we understand... the less we understand. Maybe this explains how Na..." he stops himself before naming the demon. "The demon came to this area to begin with. That Uncle Alek may be trapped in the Abyss.... That is not good. But doesn't mean we should give up on him. If anyone can survive that place it will be uncle Alek.." this last statement sounds more like he is trying to convince himself than anything else.
"Ryan, how long before we can head back. I've picked up a Giantish dictionary that will help if we meet any more similar inscriptions."
"Do you think I could grab a meal with Sara?"
"I wonder if those circles around that throne have something to do with these numbers?
"They didn't seem like they were there just for decoration."
Ryan listens as Ruphus tells of the siege, "Whether Alek actually issued the challenge or not remains to be seen. We fought creatures from the mirror realm, according to JJ. The creatures looked just like Alek."
Walking with the others towards the front door, knowing they would be on their way to Bluecrater Academy, Ryan stops them. "I'd like to use the same grace on you that was used on Kikinnin and Maxim, I'll know how you are throughout the day." Cast Status on the 3 of them as well
Waving bye to them he turns back to Ruphus.
"Ruphus, I have a lot of research to do within the library at the Cusp of Sunrise if I can gain access, leaving here I'm going to ask my uncle to sponsor me. Can you find some well trusted initiates to join yourself in seeing what if any references we have in our own Church library for the spell weavers? Six-armed creatures"
"I'm sure after some of Tessa's home cooking and an evening out with Sara, my mind will be much more focused on the task. All those books are making my eyes swim."
"W-well, it's a lot b-better than what we had to st-start with," Marigold remarks, blinking her eyes a bit as she finally closes the book she'd been perusing. "M-maybe once we m-meet back with Kikinnin and M-Maxim tomorrow they'll be able to help us m-make sense of these coordinates."
Though she can't help but smile a little as JJ begs to take his leave for the rest of the evening, the little halfling has no plans to call on Anafa or her brothers and sisters at the orphanage - not tonight. Maybe she'd go pay the Temple of Sarenrae a visit, instead?
"If we've d-done all we can do today, then I g-guess we're free to go about our own r-respective business until tomorrow m-morning," Marigold nods. "I think...I think I m-might go visit the temple of S-Sarenrae b-before I go home. Should we m-meet back up at Ryan's r-room in the m-morning then?"
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Maxim nods gravely at Kikinnin's thoughts as he passes back the flask;
"Words as deep as the earth itself bror. Keep fergittin' all that wisdom rattlin' around in that anvil-head o' yours!"
He flashes a hard grin;
"Still can't lose the itch that we're patsies fer powers unseen from either side. Hell's Teeth I know there's things nefarious that need puttin' down, but ain't trustin' the plays o' Celene nor this Chisel mob..."
The gun-mage fishes out a stogie and sparks it up;
"Presumin' you ain't fer a stogie?"
He puffs on the cigar and mulls his next words;
"Hear ya on Davked. Old boy's been got at by one of our puppet masters... We need to cut them strings or take him out if needbe. Iffen it's the latter we got a passel o' problems unless we can expose his corruption."
The information on the spellweavers is sparse and obscure, but after your findings on Jzadirune, a spellweaver Vault it seems Jenya has gathered some books in the matter. With Rufus help you are able to uncover the following facts:
Spell weavers are mysterious six-armed beings with an uncanny control over magic. They are exceptionally rare and mysterious, typically encountered only when they appear to steal magic items for unknown purposes. Spell weavers usually act alone, but on rare occasions, small groups of spell weavers perform highly coordinated raids to achieve their objectives, using magic to hide or disguise themselves in humanoid society.
Spell weavers never speak, except to utter a strange language of whistles and clicks as verbal components when they cast spells. They speak only with their own kind, through a silent combination of telepathy, sign language, and the shifting colors and patterns of the chromatic disks that all spell weavers possess, allowing them to convey hours of conversation in mere moments. The only communication spell weavers make with other races is the occasional cryptic, rambling written message left for other races to find after their raids are complete.
Spell weavers with class levels are fairly common. Most take levels as sorcerers, almost exclusively favoring the Arcane bloodline. A few also take levels of rogue or fighter so as to enter the arcane trickster or eldritch knight prestige classes. Divine spellcasters are unknown among spell weavers, as their race is strictly atheistic.
The history and motivations of the spell weaver race is unknown. The very rare cases in which spell weaver communications have been deciphered hint at an ancient empire that vanished mysteriously, and those who try (and inevitably fail) to make telepathic contact with spell weavers sometimes tell of visions of great step pyramids, hundreds of feet tall, amid the temporary insanity induced by the spell weavers’ alien minds. Bas reliefs from ruined ziggurats of ancient Ninshabur depict six-armed figures that some sages identify with spell weavers; these beings, called the annunaki in the Ninshaburian language, were believed to be a race of gods who helped lift Ninshabur out of barbarism and taught them the secrets of building pyramids. Finally, though the lost continent of Sarusan is a mystery to sages everywhere, the veil that prevents magical scrying of its location has briefly parted at times, giving diviners passing glimpses of a great triangular structure somewhere in the continent’s vast, arid outback. What any of these clues might mean, none can conclusively say.
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"Still can't lose the itch that we're patsies fer powers unseen from either side. Hell's Teeth I know there's things nefarious that need puttin' down, but ain't trustin' the plays o' Celene nor this Chisel mob..."
Kikinnin hears Maxim out, wondering what position he takes on Celeste. "The Chisel is men, mostly, but there's something... other... with the strange woman. Not like JJ gets all twitterpated over her, it's just that she seems to have a deeper understanding of events. Maybe she's waiting for us to demonstrate our worthiness, I don't know."
The black beard shifts uncomfortably in the seat of his armor. "The angel we just met- we certainly have eyes on us from the greater powers. For the work we do, are you prepared to pass into the Boneyards, in doing it? Feels like we might be asked to give our lives for something larger than we can see."
When Maxim offers a cigar, Kikinnin puts a hand up in polite decline. "Far enjoyed his tabac, but he always smoked at the dinner table. Felt like it tamped down my taste, just chewing the air around him. Mor also complained that kissing him was like licking the ashtray." The black beard wrinkles his nose with a snort. "Figure I'll need all the help I can get courting a female, I don't need to give 'em excuses not to go nose to nose."
"It feels strange, not having the others right at hand, but it does give us the opportunity to jaw about 'em. We at all concerned about Marigold, and her Mark? Haven't come to a decision about JJ jumping to drink from the Fountain, and the kind of risks he might take without thinking, come what may. At least Juraan and Ryan seem to have their heads on straight. And Marigold, of course. She's our check on JJ. I just don't know if we need a check on her... You know anything about the symbol, and what it means?"
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Ryan thanks both Ruphus and Jenya for their help and foresight. Taking his notes he goes to meet the others.
"What did you guys find out? It seems that the spellweavers always needed a chromatic disk device for their casting, perhaps we need one too to operate the mirror correctly. I wonder...perhaps one might be found at Tygot's place.......Oh yeah sure JJ, go see Sarah, just remember we're not here for a date, Kikinnin and Maxim are waiting for us. Be back here by midnight. Watch your back."
Looking towards Juraan as both Marigold and JJ express their intent for their next stop. "Care to join me at Tygot's, perhaps one is there. Won't hurt to look anyways and we can find some more supplies for the return trip."
With a grin on his face, JJ heads off through the streets. He spends a bit of time looking for flowers as he goes - talking to people and trying to get a "feel" for Cauldron. How do they feel about the attack on Redgorge? What is the current feeling about the taxes and the riot? Who are "people" blaming for the recent disruptions?
Once he gets to his old house JJ nervously climbs the stairs and tentatively knocks on the door.
"O-oh...s-sure, I c-can go with you Ryan," Marigold nods. "W-will we know this chromatic d-disk when we s-see it?"
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Maxim flashes a hard smile as Kikinnin declines a cigar;
"No worries bror. Yer Far was obviously the sophisticated one in the family... Har!"
As the holy warrior offers his slant on things to come and their companions the gun-mage sits, puffing thoughtfully throughout;
"Reckon ye have the right o' it... There's no doubt we're in a game o' power, just all the main players ain't revealed their hands... yet."
Kikinnin's direct question on sacrifice gives him pause;
"Huh... Ain't thought 'bout it. Angels, devils, eye-tyrants nor chisellers... They don't, an won't, own my gun, but I'll stand with my friends and their judgement... Even iffen that means a trip to the Boneyard I reckon..."
The wizard strokes his beard, allowing the weight of his words to soak in before continuing;
"As fer our erstwhile companions - Lil' Miss is my biggest concern. Marked she is - but fir what purpose? Will it unlock potential within her or mean she's destined for the proverbial cookin' pot? Hell's Teeth wish i knew... but we need to keep her close. As fir Surabar - boy's head is full o' heroic ballads and tales o' valour. Whatever that water did to him, it sure didn't dampen that fire... Worried he'll barrel headfirst into somethin' he can't fight his way out o'... or worse that we can't. Lads close to Lil' Miss - means he's an easy piece to predict on that board. Predictable ain't good..."
"Presumably this Chromatic disk is round and metallic. Which isn't much to go on.
"After that, I'd like to pop by Shensen's place to give her my regards!"
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You visit Tygot's Old Things, his old dog receives you with a blink and then licks your legs willing to play. After you present your search to Tygot he starts to think for a while "Well, well... I had no idea that was spellweavers' technology but I think I have something around that fits your description..." he starts looking around a lot of unordered stuff until he comes back to you " Where did I left it... was it inside the Otyguth Box of Tentacles or on the Jiskan case of many scrolls? Have you been playing with the disk Lepook? Ah! Here you are!" Tygot presents a large disk of smooth surface "I found it in Karran-Kural during my adventuring days. That was a spellweaver's tomb so I guess this is the disk you are looking for"
Smoke and liquor and good conversation is all the dwarves find in the mirror room. Everything keeps calm after half day.
You can teleport back in the midnight, provided you first take an 8 hours rest.
You feel the dwarves status is fine so far.
You find a flowers bouquet and talk with the citizens who are tense on a potential war with the old times allies of Redgorge. Most of the people complain about the Chisel who is trying to make inestable Cauldron's Government through roguish tactics.
The door is open by Sara who goes from surprise to jumping on your neck with a hug " You are back! I am so happy nothing bad happened to you. I was going to work. Would you walk with me to the tavern?" she touches your shoulders then looks at your eyes " You seem changed. Are you ok JJ?"
"Oh! I th-think that's just what we were l-looking for," Marigold smiles as she pets Lepook. "Um...h-how much are you asking for it?"
Ryan absently scratches the dogs ears as Tygot searches through the miriad of treasures he has accumulated over the years. A small grin creasing his lips at the elder adventurer talks to himself.
"Why Master Tygot I believe you may have found just what we are looking for. What are you asking for it?
"It's been a rough few days in all honestly. We have been looking for my uncle, and are pretty close. But we have not managed to reach him yet. This possible war with Redgorge is making life all the harder."
He tries to turn the conversation to small-talk as they walk the streets, looking for a break from the stresses of adventuring. "I've got to head off again tonight. This is just a quick visit to look up some important information.." he admits.
"We are all changing. Sometimes I wonder if it is just growing up, or if there are other things at work.." he muses idly.
"We have both had to grow up a lot in the last few months. the boy adds sadly to Sara, acknowledging her own loss.
After making sure she makes it to the tavern okay, he heads back to make sure he is not late for Ryan
Sara breaths deep before answering " It's ok. I know. I understand. I know you will be back soon " the girl kisses JJ's chick then smiles as she disappears into the tavern.
Leaving he'll tell his companions to meet him back at the church near midnight so that they can return to Kikinnin and Maxim
"Y-yes, th-thank you Lepook," Marigold actually grins as she gives the old dog another pet. "And you t-too, Mister Tygot. H-hope business st-stays good for you and that you h-have a nice evening," she adds as they pay for the disk and take their leave from the shop.
The halfling frowns a little as she stares up at the sky. It wasn't yet dark but the shadows were starting to grow long - there wouldn't be a lot of time to visit the temple before she'd need to head back to meet Ryan and the rest. Especially not since she figured that getting in a quick nap before heading back would likely be prudent - the others would probably want to tackle the Mirror straight away once they were all reunited.
"O-okay...there's st-still enough time; I think I'll g-go and catch a q-quick nap b-before we have to meet up again," Marigold nods to Ryan and Juraan.
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It's just midnight already when the Starry Mirror air whirls around the throne. A few sparkles crackle around and Ryan, Marigold, JJ and Juraan materialize just in front of the awaiting dwarves.
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JJ yawns, and looks around the room, glad to see Maxim and Kikinnin unharmed.
"Well... we learned a bit...Mostly about numbers." he starts.
Taking out the plate he points to it, section by section.
"On the left side of the plate, three scenes are depicted. These three scenes should be read from bottom to top. The bottom scene depicts the ogre slaves of the spell weavers toiling to build the planar travel installation."
His finger moves up the plate.
"The next scene up depicts the same ogres, empowered by something called the Amaranth Elixir and granted great strength to aid in their work. I wonder if that is what I drank. It certainly gave me strength."
The finger continues up.
"The topmost scene shows the planar travel installation in its completed glory. The spell weavers' leader is depicted on the right side of the plate; he holds something referred to as the "Starry Mirror" above his head. An artifact able to access the travel installation. A last engraving details quickly that the machine malfunctioned and created the Demonskar on a explosion that destroyed the area and opened a breach to the Abyss. From all the travel sites a single location seemed to remain working. A string of ciphers under the depiction of the Starry Mirror represent numbers, like coordinates of some type. These numbers are, in order: 3, 4, 5, 1, 2, and 3. There are no instructions on how the coordinates work. "
"We d-did visit Tygot's and p-purchased this disk though," Marigold adds, pulling it out to show to the two dwarves. "R-Ryan found out the sp-spellweavers needed chromatic disks to m-make their magical work...so we figured b-better safe than s-sorry!"
Ryan borrows the Hegemonic Plate from JJ a moment to study it. Then turns to study the throne sitting in the middle of the room.
The texts that Jenya had found since we learned about the Spellweavers in Jazridune indicated they always used the Chromatic Disk in their spells, if they used this throne it would stand to reason there's a place to place the disk on the throne, it looks as if something similar is depicted in the picture here at the top on the left."
Now that Ryan examines the throne more closely, there is a disk similar to the one of Tygot in there. It radiates a soft magical gleam, but reisists all attempts to remove it from place. The artifact seems active.
JJ sighs and sits himself down on the throne.
"We've done all the preparation we can. We have to try and use this thing to get him out."
"Show me Alek" he commands the mirror.
The mirror does not seem to respond to JJ's command. Instead it just shows a room with different mirrors of the same colors represented in the room's floor mosaic.
Frustraded, JJ stands up and approaches the mirror itself. Tentatively he reaches out and tries to push himself into the mirror as if it were a doorway rather than a solid surface...
When JJ touches the Starry Mirror he finds that it is actually a vertical surface of cold, reflective liquid, which can be passed through with ease.
The young man boldly pushes himself into the mirror before anyone else can react.
You appear in a pentagonal room. The room is empty and you cannot see anyone here. The ambient light is orange color.
On each of the five walls there is a mirror exactly like the one you trespassed in the Starry Mirror. Each mirror reflects a room exactly like yours but the ambient light is blue, yellow, red, violet, or green instead of orange.
JJ disappears into the mirror without leaving a trace.
JJ looks around in confusion and then takes in the scene. For a moment he thinks about waiting, but then he remembers Alek sitting waiting for who knows how long. Looking around he recalls the diagram on the floor and, staff in hand, steps into yellow mirror.
[ooc]And assuming he ends up in a yellow room, he follows the colours he remembers in turn, green, blue, violet, and if necessary orange until either he finds Alek, something unusual, or he comes back to what he beleives is his 'starting' room.
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"JJ no!" Ryan cries out as he realizes what the impulsive swordsman was doing. [b] "Why bother researching just to jump through anyways" [b]
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"Because he's got more g-goolies than sense!" Marigold exclaims, her face contorted in worry as well as anger. "Damn it JJ, now we'll have to f-find you and Alek b-both!"
She tries peering into the mirror to see if she can somehow see JJ or Alek.
The fifth shows an indistinct image of Alek Tercival sitting next to a large metal door in a stone wall, his expression filled with despair.
There is no trace of JJ.
"It's n-no use...I c-can't see him. Just Alek," Marigold sighs heavily. "JJ, after we f-find you again I'm going to wr-wring your neck!"
Turning to the others, she asks, "D-do any of you have any ideas about the c-coordinates? Wherever he's at in there, I g-guess JJ won't be going anywhere anytime s-soon...so we c-can try to figure things out b-before just j-jumping in..."
JJ scratches his head for a moment. Taking out a copper coin he puts it down in the orange room.
Well, those numbers must mean something. Maybe they refer to colours?
But where to start? He looks around. Gretta always said to start at the beginning, but there was no beginning in a circle... so ... maybe here?
He thinks back to the room he started in.
Right, third color from orange...yellow, green, blue.
He steps through the blue mirror this time.
then.. what were those numbers? 3, 4, 5, 1, 2, and 3
Looking around, he counts again. yellow, green, blue, puple
This time he steps through the purple portal.
Then five..... red. that is easy
Quickly he steps through the red, then the yellow, then green and finally blue one last time. He looks around, hoping to see his uncle and show how smart he is.
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Frustraded, JJ stands up and approaches the mirror itself. Tentatively he reaches out and tries to push himself into the mirror as if it were a doorway rather than a solid surface...
The gun-mage looks on incredulous as JJ heedlessly steps through the mirror, so much so he almost drops his stogie!
As Marigold attempts to locate the young swordsman, Maxim looks to Ryan and his bror with deep frown;
"Hell's Teeth! When's that darned eijit goin' to learn to look afore he leaps! Ain't he been burned enough times to know better?!"
Through gritted teeth the dwur continues;
"Darn sure we ain't all jumpin' in! All that research, plannin' not to mention the rum stocks I lost waitin!"
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Kikinnin spends the rest of the day, conversing with Maxim, then at times, conversing with his Axe. At first, he looks in the blond beard's direction, making sure he hasn't inspired funny looks, though with Maxim, that's hard to tell.
Eventually, it becomes evident that in talking to his Axe, it sounds like a one-sided conversation between a sønn and a Far. It's mostly an accounting of their travels, and some of the black beard's reservations that they'll ever find an end to the litany of evil stacked against Cauldron and its citizens. It comes off odd, though, if the Axe might channel the dead spirit of Kikinnin's Far, that Pocca wouldn't already sense or know exactly what's gone on, as the Axe has never left the black beard's side.
In one obvious instance, Kikinnin speaks firmly, and the Axe begins a different thrumming, and lights up like a torch. It becomes clear that the dwarf's earlier mumblings were more dress rehearsal, for crafting words that might be said better, given the press of time. While his Axe glows, Kikinnin becomes much more focused, and loses any attention to the room, save for what responses he seems to be waiting for. His initial, reserved body language gives way, and he's slouching comfortably by the time his Axe fades to black.
"We're good. We're headed in the right direction, I have little doubt now." Kikinnin smiles tiredly. "Only glad to have the company of you and the rest, because we're aways from finishing our oath here."
Kikinnin takes advantage of a late afternoon siesta, which speeds the time until the other Watchers return, and the team is united in their full strength.
...
Kikinnin almost reacts quickly enough, as the boy stands from the chair, and begins walking deliberately towards the Mirror. "Damn it, JJ, just wait a little whil... Stones Rolling!!" The black beard barks out a call to danger wholly inappropriate for the current change of pace.
He turns to the teleporters. "Tell us you think you understand your research better than Alek did. If you have a set of numbers '3-4-5-1-2-3', and we have a set of colors, and we have a pentagon's worth of mirrors waiting for us, then we have a match: if those numbers don't climb higher than 5, then we're gonna follow an order to pass through a maze of mirrors, is my guess, and the numbers represent a choice we have to make to pick the right one, one after another."
Kikinnin looks at the floor, and memorizes the colors on the floor, in the order they follow one another with the arrows, and he turns back to the others. "Do we think we know which color matches which number?"
The black beard begins to tie a non-magical rope about his waist, turning to Ryan, and tying the other end to the priest's waist. "If we're gonna go, we can't give JJ too much lead time, otherwise he'll hang himself."
When he's reasonably sure he's heard the others out, in terms of unraveling the riddle of the Starry Mirror, Kikinnin walks forward, and presses through the surface of the Mirror, as did JJ.
He does not, however, rush to do it. He waits to hear each of his friends in their arcane knowledge and study, until it appears the well of knowledge has run dry.
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"W-well...I th-think we figured that the c-colors m-match the colors of the r-rainbow, right? M-maybe the number coordinates l-line up with the c-color order you'd s-see in a rainbow," Marigold offers. "That'd m-mean, uh...red, orange, y-ellow, green, blue, and v-violet. So if you m-match the numbers to the colors then the p-pattern would be yellow, green, b-blue, red, orange, and then y-yellow again."
She looks around at her friends. "D-does that make any kind of s-sense?"
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"It does, and triangular prisms are sometimes used to recreate a rainbow effect, they are similar to the piramids the Spell weavers built."
After everyone has its way Kikinnin steps in through the mirror. The dwarf disappears exactly same as JJ did.
You wait until everyone has its say. Then courageously cross through the mirror.
You appear in a pentagonal room. The room is empty and you cannot see anyone here. The ambient light is orange color.
On each of the five walls there is a mirror exactly like the one you trespassed in the Starry Mirror. Each mirror reflects a room exactly like yours but the ambient light is blue, yellow, red, violet, or green instead of orange.
Kikinnin looks down at his waist, checking to see if the rope extends back through one of the Mirrors.
With Orange lighting his current room, Kikinnin doesn't waste time, as he worries he'll need to act as quickly as he can.
Red--->Orange--->Yellow--->Green--->Blue--->Purple--->Red ... Alright, let's do this. We'll see which number is linked to Orange...
Kikinnin picks Yellow next, and moves through its Mirror.
Then Green, then... well, I guess we'll see...
"JJ?! Can you hear me, boy??"
JJ steps back through the orange mirror, looking around for his coin.
He sits to think, remembering the colour map from the floor of the throne room.
Right, that didn't work. So lets try the next option. Those numbers... 3, 4, 5, 1, 2, and 3. Orage and three steps around the cirlce gives blue, then four more yellow, then five more back to orange. Then one to yellow agaain, two to blue and three more takes us back to orange. Lets try that/[i]
He stands, slipping through the latest series of mirrors as he tries to work his way out of the maze.
[i]I can see why Alex was getting confused.
When you step into the orange room, there is no trace of the coin you left behind.
You overhear the voice of Kikinnin coming from somewhere indeterminate "JJ?! Can you hear me, boy??"
There is no trace of the rope that hold you tight.
When you step into yellow you appear in another pentagonal room. The room is empty and you cannot see anyone here. The ambient light is yellow color.
On each of the five walls there is a mirror exactly like the one you trespassed in the Starry Mirror. Each mirror reflects a room exactly like yours but the ambient light is blue, red, violet, orange, or green instead of yellow.
As Kikinnin enters Maxim's brow furrows ever deeper...
"Anvil-headed darned fool! What's in Hell's Teeth is gettin' into everyone!"
When the rope falls slack, the dwur looks to the others with concern;
"Now we got a conundrum... Do we watch until one o' em finds Uncle Alek or do we follow suit an' hope Lil' Miss has got the right o' it?"
"I sure hope Kikinnin can find a way to get JJ out of there."
"I h-hate j-just standing here..." Marigold groans, wringing her hands with the kind of worry that used to be common for her but not so much in recent months. "B-but we c-can't all go in, either...d-do the rest of us wait here and h-hope for the b-best?"
It takes Kikinnin several choices to understand that his initial design on moving from room to room fails to establish a general number-to-color assignment. If Orange was '3', and Yellow was '4', and Green was '5'... then exactly which color would be the '1' and '2'? He backtracks on the assumption that his first color was first number, and establishs Purple as '1', and Red as '2', failing to assign Blue any number at all.
So, Kikinnin makes the circuit, to be sure- Orange, Yellow, Green, Purple, Red, then Orange at the last, wondering what will come of his first foray into dastardly puzzle solving...
"JJ?! You there?? I'm trying out different color combinations as I move room to room, but I don't think I've got it yet. Hold on, and I'll try something different next. JJ??"
"Kikinnin.. that you? I've tried a couple of things and want to try a third. Did you pick up my coin? I'm in an orange room. I've tried just working through the colours. And I'v tried using the numbers by going to just that numbered colour, but there are more colours than numbers. I'm going to try and use them as an iterative manner this time."
Orange and three steps around the circle gives blue, then four more yellow, then five more back to orange. Then one to yellow agaain, two to blue and three more takes us back to orange. Lets try that.
Each time he steps through a portal he'll call out the color to Kikinnin. Starting from his orange room he goes blue, yellow, orange, yellow, blue, orange.
You hear JJ's voice , then enter the mirrors following certain color combination. Each time you enter in a pentagonal room with a color exactly as the one of the mirror you entered. In the end you find yourself back in an orange room.
JJ says " Orange. Blue. Yellow. Orange. Yellow. Blue. Orange. " followed by a few seconds each time.
You hear again Kikinnin "JJ?! You there?? I'm trying out different color combinations as I move room to room, but I don't think I've got it yet. Hold on, and I'll try something different next. JJ??"
You again try a different combination. One color after the other you end in a room like the other ones. When you lastly enter the orange one, the room grows dark, illuminated only by dim light streaming in from the five portals on the walls. The light is normal, colorless.