#baronyofthesilverwolf

A mighty blast of cold hits the Golem! Ice frosts on the outside, but heat battles from within. Sylvi can see cracks forming as the elements fight...

Sylvi glances at Connor and then at the golem...and sings out, "There must have been some magic in that pointed hat he wore/for when she knocked it off his head, he fell onto the floor!" She adds hop-and-kick to the tune, bunking to get herself up to that hat with a hopscotch.

"Hey big guy... I Honor you... but there's no glory in tackling you when you're injured... How about we talk next summer. Maybe get a gazelle together?" the Satyress asks

Nadeen mmm pleased "Forgive. Fine, we both sttay here"

Connor catches on to what she's doing, and adds his magic to give her an EXTRA boost!

"There's No Place like Gnome!" And Sylvi flies up towards the head of the Golem! It is lucky that Dagmar has half frozen the beast, even so the heat is fearsome as she faces it's head.

The smell of heated stone, of baking - not bread, not roasted meats, but cooking clay, transforming soil into form.

She gives the hat a firm high-kick, intending to send it flying!

Dagmar, meanwhile, is aiming up like Paul Bunyan, to strike at on of the cracks where the giant is at tension between extremes of hot and cold. Maybe it will shatter like Pyrex?

Sylvi's foot makes contact, but rather than going flying, the hat shatters inward! Heat rises, and the thin pointed top of the creature was the thinnest and most Fragile... as shards of clay go flying, and Dagmar deals a matching blow below! Bereft of it's chimney to vent the steam the Golem's cracks widen and steam starts to hiss at the seams dangerously.

Leo stares at Delorean with eyes that are briliant stars, and in a few leaps, limping, returns back to the sky.

It vanishes... and she sees a woman made of stars, sitting quietly, glimmering softly, holding a set of scales. The scales tip towards Delorean, and Libra points the way to a building whose windows are lit from within with swirling lights.

"My thanks, Madame!" And off goes the satyr

"SYLVI! GET DOWN!" She scoops up Connor.

Sylvi lands safely, thanks to the cantrip, but the hissing is a bad warning sign, she knows that much. "RUN!" she shouts back, and seeks cover herself...fallen log, maybe?

Running!

Trees! Logs! Much cover!

Hissing like an angry tea-kettle, and then a... not the boom that is expected, but a POP! A LOUD POP!

And sparkling clay dust, like glitter, rains down in sheets. Oh, so much glitter. Rainbow sheen!

Gwen follows Ivan still

Sylvi manages to duck mostly under a log, but is dusted. Dagmar protects Connor from the indignity, but has a rainbow spray pattern of sparkles on her back and through her hair!

A cough, and a laugh.

"Chimera, man."

Sylvi carefully touches the dust...is it safe, or is it sharp little bits of glass?

It seems safe! A steaming lump of something remains where the mass was, but much smaller, only about the size of a bowling ball or so.

Gwen followed her smart and wise and silly pooch - right now, 100% business, as he races through the streets and leads Gwen to her... Friendly Neighborhood Library! The windows are lit from within with flashing and shining lights!

"Well, that's one down..." She gets up, brushes herself off, and goes over to inspect the, um, lump.

Dagmar follows!

It is a roundish ball of clay... greyish brown, but with streaks of rainbow sparkles through it. Still hot to the touch, but cooling.. and soft, pliable.

"Congrats, Ivan, you're now a support animal" And in GWEN goes petting him and acting like she's soically awkward.. .

Sylvi frowns. "If I go poof into nothingness, apologize to folks for me, okay?" and she reaches down to pick up the lump, hot-potato-ing it between her hands if necessary.

"We'll track you down. We're annoyingly clingy..."

She does not vanish or melt, the clay is actually very pleasant to the touch... smooth and pliable, aching to be formed...

"This...this is cool. I mean, warm, but...y'know...neat."

When Gwen opens the door to the Library, all heck is breaking loose! If a Bookwyrm lived here, it would be FURIOUS as magical winds swirl and blow.

The center of the maelstrom is a slight figure, short, slender, and wearing thick-rimmed glasses. His precious notebook is fairly shredded, pages fluttering loose and flying about him in the air, as bright stars and meteors flash around Arty, pulling at his hair and tearing at his collar.

Poor Arty - but perhaps not Poor any longer - still short, but now slender instead of Scrawny, and filled with the backbone of nobility. Thin hair is flowing and silken, and his eyes glow like stars themselves.

He turns to see Gwen, and a flash of recognition!

"You! You cannot take this one from me! I have found my host!" Arms up - but in defense!

"Yeah, that's furkin' right! You back off! Just because you're a Knight doesn't mean you can kick people around!"

A voice from the OTHER side of the library, and Gwen sees a second figure!

Pale skin whorled with rainbow colors that flash and shift on her cheeks like a rainbow moodring! Right now, flaring bright yellow of surprise, and tinged red with anger!

Katrina puts up her fists, sparks flying around her as well, with heat and splashes of color! Ready to fight!

She keeps her spear by her side "I am Gladiolas of Silverwolf. I was just protecting one who was a GUEST" that seems SUPER importannt, even if he wasn't her boyfriend, you protect your guest. You.. Gladiolas takes a breath "Arty? Katrina? Oh .. oh wow. I'm.. I'm here to help you this time. To take you to haven."

"Haven? You flung me into the cold..." He seems uncertain.

"Gwen? Did it get you, too? What the furk?!" Katrina exclaims.

"I lacked control and once my guest was safe, all went seeking you..." Arty is gorgeous. That's so wron.. then she hears Katrina speak... "Ah, Katrina? It's complicated. You both come with me and I'll straighten it out."

"Gwen you're a furkin' ROCK!"

"A glome with powers of a paroseme?" The boy is intrigued, despite his wariness. "No, you are not..." He tries to cling to the thoughts, and memories, as they start to fade, even as he settles into the new body, making it a home instead of just a coat...

"Oh, you're right Arty... is that pottery?" The spirals shift blue, and Katrina approaches to poke at Gwen's skin.

"i'm not a rock I am stone skinned but I'm... " She kneels before the sidhe hoping no mortals are watching

He follows along a step behind the Nocker, examining Gwen. He has a firm grasp over himself now, and the sparks and stars are dwindling, escaping through cracks and windows.

and she makes SURE no mortals hear her, and says "I am a troll, a guardian. LEt me protect you and get you to the haven where you can meett others of the shining host"

And as she kneels, he straightens up, in habit.

"No, that's flesh beneath..." poke poke

"You...." Delicate brows rise together, as he seeks his memories. "You are known to me. To him. You spoke for us in the past. As did you." Arty nods to Katrina.

"Katrina.. uh.. personal space?" this is surreal

"Arty, you're talkin' funny." Now she's got her hands on Gwen's voile. She... has she LOOKED at Arty?

"Yes, I helped your .. your host when he was in danger." She tells Arty