[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]Oh dear. Well, here they were. Steps descended the stairs. The man with the puppet would bolt up from the floor, leaving the task of mending the worst of the wounds on the deceased Markus unfinished once again, and quickly bow at the figure descending the stairs. She was, after all, the lady of the house, and by extrapolation its owner just as well. They were under her roof, and a fair bit of respect was in order. There was no immediate reaction from her it seemed, though once she saw just what had happened to her floor the reaction was... understandable. [color=tan]"Yes George, we ought to...",[/color] the man mumbled, glancing around worriedly. Doors were not a thing to usually run free, they were not. Now they were missing one. Most inconvenient, even annoying.

Slowly approaching the side of this 'Mad Mary', it was left to George and his voice to try and salvage what was salvageable of all this. [color=tan]"Indeed, most unfortunate, George does very much agree. It is with great reluctance that he admits these people who have quite thoughtlessly broken beneath your flooring are travelling companions of his... but he hopes there may be some olive branch to be extended here. Perhaps there is something you would require, he inquires",[/color] the puppeteer explained perhaps long windedly, shaking George just a bit every time he was mentioned in a sentence, [color=tan]"in order to set things right again?"[/color]

[hr][center][@Zverda] [color=thistle]Anala Attor[/color][/center][hr]Before the woman had come into the room, Anala practically shoved a book and the necklace she had picked up into Talran's hand. [color=thistle]"Take these, you could make better use of them than I possibly can, also... you should try this drink it is amazing!"[/color] she said as she wiggled the cup a bit. However, when she heard movement above the hole she made sure Lucian still had a grasp on her before she climbed up with some difficulty. Everything was harder with added weight and while she slipped a few times she managed to pull herself out, leaving the cup on Orhvin's hand seeing as he seemed more than pleased to try it. [color=thistle]"Oh look! Company."[/color]

Anala was being rather sarcastic as she looked around and ushered Lucian somewhere that he would be safe. [color=thistle]"You stay here my little one,"[/color] she said to him, tapping his nose before going over to where George and his puppeteer were standing. She did not exactly feel bad for taking some of the things that had been left to gather dust, but she was a bit on edge now that their exit was gone.

[hr][center][@Irredeemable] [b]Orhvin Yi[/b][/center][hr]Ach. Clearly his new travelling partners weren't fun at all when it came to looting. Apart from a few of them, that was always cool. Just as the Genasi was about to continue looting, his ears pricked up. Wine! Didn't look like the cheap stuff in the shelves either. Taking a swig of the cup, he felt the warmth of the alcohol run through him, smacking his lips. [b]"Yeah, really good."[/b] A few nods and he drained the rest of the cup, idly swinging it back and hooking it to his belt. 

There was more to loot though! He chuckled a little and looked down, frowning for just a moment. He could have sworn that there had been a [i][b]ring[/b][/i] here, but apparently that had not been the case. Or maybe someone else had picked it up... He couldn't tell. Sweeping up the obsidian in one smooth motion, he twisted his way through the air and let his quarterstaff rap upon the cabinet door. Sure, it wasn't anything special, but wine was wine! He stuffed five of the bottles into his sack, and as for the sixth... Well...

[b]"You and I are going to become good friends!"[/b] A grin crossed his face and he uncorked the bottle with his teeth, idly pocketing a few bottles here and a lens there as he glugged down the first few mouthfuls of the rich stuff. 

Just as he was about to be comfortable however, he... Ah, that was an issue. The woman seemed to have been attracted to them, and whilst Mhyrienne had put up an admirable technical defense of themselves, he doubted the woman would see it that way.

Unfortunately, this was a problem he could not punch his way out of. Especially since there was now no door to speak of, and without a door, no way to get out of the building. Ah well. He swigged the wine some more, ruminating a little as he did so.

Before he could really react, Talran found himself with a religious book in one hand and a set of prayer beads in the other. It was immediately obvious what exactly those beads were, but not what power they bore; sighing dejectedly, and glancing over to the unfortunate drunkard as whatever concoction Anala had handed him was chugged down, he placed the beads round his neck and stashed the book in his belt pouch, and began making the climb back up to the ground floor.

On his way up, he heard a lot of things. First, the arrival of Mad Mary herself, and her request for the child. Second, as he hauled himself up to where she'd been stood, the smell of sulphur crossed his nose, and the presence of very many tendrils of something leading out of her back; a manifestation, yet not demonic or undead so far as he could tell, swiftly ended by the nameless puppeteer's action.

[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr]And then the warning not to gaze into the mirrors. A warning his first companion failed to heed. The man vanished, puppet and all.

Talran found himself emitting some wordless noise of horror after a moment, for he didn't even have a name to utter. His climb concluded, he followed Anala over toward the mirror in question, keeping his body out of its reflective form and his gaze slightly averted at all times to ensure the mirror did not steal him away as it had stolen his ally. The wall next to it seemed a good place to look.

In due course, another appeared in the glass. And oh, how Talran was tempted to look upon her, for if she was trapped, and the puppeteer was trapped, then surely others were too? But he couldn't let himself be taken in, and it seemed the Lady had things under control after all. He merely uttered [color=deepskyblue]'Try not to trap anyone forever,'[/color] before stepping away from the mirror and leaving matters to her.

In the meantime, he had other matters to consider. Lucian was well, the matter of Markus was dealt with, and he'd done all he could to prevent a lot of theft. Which meant checking other people's priorities. He could argue that many were at fault, but it seemed to him that the only one with no excuse was...

[color=deepskyblue]'Mhyrienne,'[/color] he uttered, stepping over to her with just a hint of foul temper, [color=deepskyblue]'whilst Lady Anala seeks to free our trapped ally, would you care to explain why you weren't willing to so much as assist a fallen and badly wounded companion?'[/color] He gestured to Egil, still wounded, but much more alive than he would have been if left to his own devices. [color=deepskyblue]'Egil could well have died for your choice to pursue the glory of the kill over his well-being. I hardly feel it would have been worth it, all things considered.'[/color][hr]

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The following items were pilfered (so far):
1 magnifying lens (100 gp) (Orhvin)
6 bottles of common wine (1.2 gp) (Orhvin)
1 book of elvish children's stories (25 gp) (Lucian, given to him by Mhyrienne)
1 disguise kit (25 gp) (Not claimed)
1 book of religious scriptures and prayers (25 gp) (Talran)
10 obsidian worth 10 gp each (Orhvin)
9 chrysoberyl worth 100 gp each (Mhyrienne/Anala)
Carved bone mug with semi-precious stone inlay worth 250gp (Orhvin)
linen necklace with 3 gemstone beads worth 250gp (Anala, given to Talran)
linen robe with patches worth 250gp (Mhyrienne)
Silk necklace with a gemstone pendant worth  250gp (Orhvin)
5 Potions of Healing (Mhyrienne, Orhvin and Anala)
500 gold pieces all over the floor (Mhyrienne, Orhvin, and Anala)
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