>>5535047>>5535051>>5535054>>5535088>>5535188>Flesh to Stone: A spell that allows you to turn a target creature’s flesh into stone. The creature will remain petrified until the spell is reversed by either the caster or another.“<span class="mu-g">Flesh to Stone.</span>” You hold the wand stiff, your fingers numb and bones tight as the familiar rigor of rock takes hold of your wand and crackles out from its end.
Your spell seems to snap the assassin from his brief moment of shock as he tucks into his own robe–perhaps ready to pull out his PLAN B–but he again runs too late. You watch the cold, grey creep of stone crawling first from his boots, his arms stiffening with an eerie creak, and creeping into his shoulders as he shudders to a slow halt.
The assassin hangs still now: though his cloak remains cloth and mask remains metal, the flesh beneath is naught but rock. Your petrification comes not a moment too soon. The mossperson stomps up to the statue, sleeves rolled back and fists cocked and ready to deliver a KNUCKLE SANDWICH.
MOLLY’s knuckles collide with the assassin’s head like a brick through a bird. The assassin’s helmet crumples beneath the sheer weight of her strength as, cloak billowing off into the grass, the newly made statue goes tumbling back down through the sewer duct. You had kind of thought to interrogate him, but..
You peek over the rim of the ledge just in time for the assassin statue to land with a <span class="mu-i">kerchonk</span> into the water, floating for all but a moment before sinking into the grimy black depths and out of your sight. You would say your ASSASSIN problem has been dealt with–at least, for a very long time.
“Well.. thank you, Molly. I’ll make sure dinner’s good tonight.” You pat her back (perhaps a bit more tenderly now that you’ve seen her crumple metal).
You turn your attention to your master (the teacup) still held in your hands. A floral green porcelain trinket, glossy and ornate. You might try to reverse the spell yourself, but that can be dangerous without forthright knowledge of the mechanics–it’s for the best you just wait the half hour for the clock to run its course, the same for your cane fingers.
In the meantime, however.. you can’t help but find your gaze drawn to the assassin’s cloak, and what knickknacks came with it. You’re sure that the fine gentleman wouldn’t mind now if you were to examine some of his goods–or, perhaps reappropriate them in the name of your master before you set off back to the CHAPEL.
>Examine his (now bent) thurible wand.>Look to the note hidden in his cloak.>Examine the cloak itself.>Write-In. 