Hobby RIFTS THE FIREHOUSE.

[MAGONIA]

poking around asking questions. i.e. how long has this purple webbing been here?

 

[Arnold Schwarzwald]

“First noticed it yesterday morning,” the baker tells Elwin. “Just around that lower hinge. Thought something had gone mouldy.”


She points to fresh scrape marks in the mortar.

“Cleaned it yesterday. Again this morning. Keeps coming back through the same crack. The trays only get it after they've been in the oven.”

Along the workbench, the purple strands cling to the used tray. The clean trays stacked beside it have none.

“The heat started yesterday too. That's when I shut off the fuel.”

The baker looks at the gauge.

“Hasn't dropped since.”

 

[MAGONIA]

Roll 1 Logic
help me understand what im supposed to do here
Roll 2 lore
what exactly am i dealing with here

 

[Arnold Schwarzwald]

Roll 1 Logic
help me understand what im supposed to do here
Roll 2 lore
what exactly am i dealing with here

OOC: You don't need a roll for a starting point. I'll call any checks we need; those came through on the PF / Open Legend roller.

The evidence points toward the oven as the source. Clean trays stay clean. Trays put inside come out threaded. Scraping the outside hasn't removed whatever keeps producing it.

You haven't identified exactly what's causing this yet. The purple webbing alone isn't enough to name it.

A useful next question is what changed before yesterday morning: repairs, new fuel, anything unusual put into the oven. You could also examine the affected tray away from the worst heat. If you want to investigate psychically, tell me which power you're using and what you're targeting.

 

[MAGONIA]

Was anything unusual put into the oven? What have you tried already?

 

[Arnold Schwarzwald]

Was anything unusual put into the oven? What have you tried already?

“Bread,” the baker tells Elwin. “Same flour. Same yeast. I shut off the fuel, scraped the threads out and left the door open overnight. Came back to a hotter oven and more threads.”

Her brother starts backing toward the shop.

The baker watches him.

“What?”

“Nothing went into the oven.”

“What did you do to my oven?”

He points at the brickwork beside the lower hinge.

“Replaced a firebrick.”

“With what?”

“A firebrick.”

“Where did you buy it?”

“Off a guy.”

The baker takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes.

Her brother looks at Elwin. “He sells furnace parts. It wasn't just some bloke holding a brick.”

Behind the purple threads, one brick is darker than the others. Its edges have been chipped to make it fit.

The baker steps away from the doorway.

“There's a crowbar under the bench. You're welcome to ask him more questions first. Apparently I should have.”

 

[MAGONIA]

i see his aura

 

[Arnold Schwarzwald]

The brother’s aura shows no sign of magic, psychic ability or possession.

He glances at his sister, then back at Elwin.

“Is something wrong with me?”

“We're here about the oven,” the baker says.

 

[Amor Fati]

A loud noise appears at the bakery door. Crashing in without invitation or warning, a masked figure appears in front of the mangled remains of the doorway, startling everyone inside. It is unclear what his intentions are or whether he means any harm. @MAGONIA stands on guard, weapon in hand, in readiness to the potential threat.

 

[MAGONIA]

I think it might be dogmen i look for exits.