Gwendolyn, the Bizarre's page

Gwen says a few words of magic and then her eyes glow the color of octarine.

She studies the newt for a moment before the glow in her eyes fade, and she says: "Um. Well, it seems to be a sort of baleful polymorph effect."

"Put him on the floor and I'll try."

dispel magic: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 **POOF!**

"Your friend can probably stop hitting the ravid." says Gwen looking dubiously at Alia as every few seconds she "applies the anesthetic." "We probably just need to move it outside. And maybe away from the glassblower's shop."

"I'm Gwen, and this is Juno. And this place is a mess! Where's Javers?"

After a while, during which Gwendolyn has her assistant apply another jar of the salve to the surprised statue of a man out in the showroom, and she herself slathers the last of Illthirs jar upon the owl ("Don't worry, It's just some chipped feathers, and she won't be able to see them up there.") Gwendolyn explains to the group what she surmises happened. That Javer's the local busybody brought the strange, senseless, one-legged, albino alligator/ravid (which she can verify is what it is called) to her shop knowing that she was knowledgeable about such things. By the time she got around to going back to see what it was that Javer's had brought the thing had recovered and its aura of lifegiving energy had opened most of her menagerie's cages, where upon she was surprised by the cockatrices.

"I wonder though... where did the invisible stalker get to?" says Gwendolyn (who when she introduced herself said you could call her "Gwen"). She looks around nervously.

"Kidding! Just kidding." Gwen says smiling.

"Oh yeah, that sounds right..." Illthir pokes the spongy stone and then clacks her fingers together. Brr. It felt really odd - not quite unpleasant - but unnatural. And a bit funny.

"Let's get the mistress back then! Someone will have to clean up this mess ..." the skald took one of the jars to the statue. With a fistful of goop she bit her lip and inspected the statue. "Does it matter which end we start at? Might not be very fun if her head is fleshed but lungs are stone ..."

Psst! The owl!

Hopefully though the magic of the jars would have been designed to deal with such issues. But she couldn't imagine that the first batch ever made worked perfectly! Oh well. She started rubbing the statue with the goop - as directed or not. "Here we go!"

The moment that Illthir covers the last bit of the woman's robes the statue makes a makes a sharp noise. **SNAP!** and a long crack appears, running from the robe's hem straight up the statue's front to its crown. With another loud **CRACKLE!** the crack widens and branches in all directions over the surface of the statue. With one final **POP!** the entire facade shatters and falls away leaving the woman it had depicted unharmed beneath and struggling to maintain her grip upon 50 pounds of granite owl that the former statue had been wielding in her extended fist like a crude bludgeon.

"AH!" **CRACK!**