Subject: The scout reports

What are you talking about? Mund's already playing an evil campaign.

Subject: The scout reports

Salix goes underground unhappily. All these adventures they had been going on seemed to always take him away from his first love and focus, the great outdoors. He knew that there were living things under the ground, but the wide open sky, the blowing wind, the pounding rain, those were what he lived for.

(With apologies to Karl).

*** As they eat, Salix tries some of the roast beef, but piles it high on a bun, and then takes it over to the fire to warm it up. MMMMM, toasty.

Subject: The scout reports

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Subject: Mirror, Mirror

Before Ally heads off to the corner he asks Mund and Ran to join him. The two fighters look a bit confused at this request but join him any way. He sits them down across from the the table he has set up as his work space. "The more I know about this mage the more chance I will have of finding him with my magic. I know you have told me what you remember, but sometimes things get lost in the telling. Would either of you mind if I looked into your thoughts? To see what you saw, as you remember it? There might be some detail that will help me locate this enemy." He looks expectantly at the two.

Mund's answer is immediate "Sure, little brother. You can poke around in my noggin all you want if'n it'll help catch that creep. I still got some toasted skin where he baked me." Ran agrees as well, although with a bit more reluctance. Ally assures him "I will only be able to see your surface thoughts, so concentrate on what you remember about when you fought the mage, both of you." The mage pulls out a couple of small copper pieces, chants his spell and hands them to the two. When they pick them up he pushes his will out and into their minds.

Suddenly he sees with their eyes, their memories. Bits and pieces flash before him. The cut of a robe, the angle of a nose, the color of an eye brow. It does not take long since the fight did not last very long. Within a minute Ally pulls back into himself, blinking. Mund looks at his brother "So when is you goin to start lookin?" Ally smiles at his brother "All done." Mund does a double take "Why that didn't hurt none at all." Ally nods. "Can I ask you two another favor? This next spell is one of the most complicated I have yet tried. The preparation takes almost an hour and I can not be disturbed. Can you two keep watch and make sure no one bothers me?" The two fighters nod. Ally moves further into the corner and starts his prep work.

He takes his bag of holding from his waist and opens it up. Gently, he reaches in and thinks of his silver mirror. His hand clasps on something smooth and cold and he slowly starts to pull the mirror out. It just barely fits through the opening and he keeps pulling until all four feet are out of the bag. He grunts with effort and sets the mirror down on the floor. He then pulls out a piece of polishing cloth and silver cleaner and starts polishing the mirror. It takes him almost half an hour, all the while he is chanting the beginnings of the scrying spell. As he moves the fabric over the smooth surface he starts to loose himself in the shinny finish. Keeping an image of the mage in his mind, he lets his mind fall into the silver.

Ally finds his spirit is now in his image in the mirror. He sees his body staring into the piece of metal while his hand automatically wipes the gleaming surface. When his image turns in the mirror he sees that the background has opened up before him. With a thought he launches himself into this mirror world, the image of the mage still at the forefront of his mind. As he flys he feels the winds of magic push him in one direction. At first he tries to resist but then realizes that it is the spell working, moving him to his target (Will save DC17, 5+?=?, fail). Faster and faster Ally's mirror self flys. He seems to plunge down into the ground and through the ground. Suddenly the sense of speed stops and Ally finds himself in a large stone room. In the room is a man.

The man is changing his clothes. He is removing torn and bloody robes and gingerly touching a recently healed gash in his side. He is just about 6' tall, dark hair going grey. His brown eyes show a keen intellect. He seems to be mumbling to himself as he moves about the room. He puts on a clean set of robes and then sits down at a table. Ally can only see for 10 feet around the man so most of the room is out of focus. The table is wooden and looks to seat 4 easily. There is a silver urn and 4 silver mugs on a silver try in the center of the table and the man pours himself a drink.

Ally watches for several minutes while the man seems to just sit at the table, relaxing. He seems to respond to something that Ally can not see and a bit latter moves to a door. Opening the door he picks up a tray of food, still steaming and hot. He takes it to the table and starts eating. Suddenly Ally is flying back the way he came. Almost with out transition he switches place with the real Ally and he is back in his body.

OODM: Commentary or anything else before I go on?

Subject: Mirror, Mirror

Not from me.