@Xyvol
Malichor, you go to the PUMPKIN PATCH in search of the shovel or some evidence of its whereabouts, having assumed that since your host is a HEDGE MAGE he must have put the tool to use in the garden. You are quite surprised by the pumpkin patch upon your arrival; many of the gourds are TALLER THAN A MAN. As you wander in, you feel the air around you swirling. Closing your eyes, you sense wyrmholes of DARKSPACE connecting various sections of the pumpkin patch. You can't tell if this is intentional or the backlash of another spell, but the wyrmholes all seem to be drawing matter in towards the center of the patch.
You hear a shout in that direction. Do you brave the darkspace to reach the center of the patch?
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@mrz84
Zataka, erring on the side of caution you stay your blade until you can identify the creature. It is a WEREWOLF, dressed in the garb of a MAIL CARRIER and is carrying a watering can. What is this beast doing? Tending to the crop, it seems. Is it under some manner of enchantment? You are disturbed by this, but knowing that your sword does not have a silvered edge you fret that you won't be able to battle this monster. You haven't faced a werebeast before and you don't know which rumors are true. Can they only be harmed by SILVER? Can they not cross moving bodies of water? Do they change back into human beings when the sun is out? Do their wounds heal unnaturally fast? Is the ailment contagious? You decide there are too many unknowns to risk a solo confrontation, so you set out to distract the beast instead.
You slash open one of the GREAT PUMPKINS, hoping that the LYCANTHROPE will pause there as he passes. Much to your shock, you catch a peek inside the gourd as the seeds pour out. There's a MAN, suspended by the lining of the pumpkin, within. He appears to be alive, but comatose. He's human, pale with a white beard. He has no possessions.
Your gasp of shock has caught the attention of the beast. It lunges at you. What do you do?
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@TheDarkOne
Sancireph, you sever the WRAITHWOOD and then set fire to its roots. Much to your surprise, the flames lick around the roots and harden the rootball into a rigid CANDELABRA OF SPIKES. You attempt to break this... thing... apart with your sword, but it appears to be HARDER THAN STEEL. Could this be why the plant is such a desired commodity? Your parents never mentioned this property; perhaps they did not know. The top of the tree is still intact; you might be able to shape it into a dagger or shortsword and then harden it with flames. Or you could keep the pointy CANDELEABRA as an effective (but clumsy) tool of war.
Heading for the toolshed, you see MALICHOR depart for the PUMPKIN PATCH. After he enters, you hear a shout. What do you do?