After some brief arguing and weighing of options, the group decides to go ahead and investigate the unexpected kobold threat. Froderick searches for Shaghorn to try to have the curse of only having half a visible head removed, but Shaghorn has used all of his spells for the day. Froderick retires to a bedroom in the mansion, only to discover that sleep can be very elusive when your eyelids don’t block out visual stimuli. He finally resorts to wrapping a sheet tightly around his eyes, and is able to gain some form of rest.
Chickens relaxes in a nice bath, scrubbing himself free of rabies infested bear’s blood. As he’s finally getting out and drying off, his curse manifests itself. Against his will, he becomes his own target. The magic floods over him in an emotional black wave, sinking him to his knees. He is filled with foreboding as he finds sudden clarity in the fact that there is an apocalypse coming to this world. An end to life as all races, both good and evil, know it. Chickens is given the understanding that bringing about this apocalypse is his destiny. It’s the very reason for his birth. Trying to force back the weight of the responsibility forced upon him and trying to exhaust himself to bring about the release of sleep, he practices wielding Headsplasher with a vengeance. Through all of this, the ghostly butler stands impassively, features shifting away from his face just as the mind tries to grasp them.
The magic curse bursts forth again before sleep can claim him. This time, Chickens is able to control the target. Looking quickly about the room, Chicken focuses the outburst of raw magic upon the room’s mirror. With a puff of smoke that leaves a faint taste of oil upon the air, suddenly there are four monodrone Modrons standing in the room. Whirring and clicking, They inspect the room, Chickens, and each other before attacking the mirror mercilessly. Once the mirror is shattered, and seemingly destroyed, they focus their malice upon the shards scattered about the floor. One modron, spotting a tiny piece of mirror on another modron, begins attacking the tiny piece of mirror. Each strike inflicts damage on the other modron. Within moments the room is in complete chaos. The only point of calm in the room is the translucent butler, who stands calmly watching the mess be created that he will soon have to clean. Russellbob faintly hears the ruckus, and follows the sound to Chickens room. When he opens the door he is stunned at the scene before him. Chickens exits the room without drawing the modrons’ attention. He asks the butler to retrieve his belongings, and moves to another room. One last glance back in shows the little round creatures still determined to send every last reflective piece of glass to oblivion.
Russellbob returns to his room, and Chickens manages to locate another without disturbing anyone else. After lying down, Chickens is able to attain a fitful sleep.
Finally gaining sleep, Chickens finds himself standing in the burning plain near Midway Lake. The first figure he sees is Ketanja. Her skin is shriveled, nearly unrecognizable. It’s hard to see life ever inhabiting her body. Chickens sees Vancras, whose twisted and crushed body hobbles towards him. He also sees many Calenthian soldiers, some on fire, and all bearing terrible burns. Every corpse has an arms raised, with a finger pointing accusingly at Chickens as they silently shamble in his direction. Chickens awakens in the morning covered in sweat.
Froderick is anxious to get moving the next morning, and the group exits the magnificent mansion amid the tearful goodbyes of the translucent, ghostly butlers. One in particular weeps upon another’s shoulder, tears falling from eyes that shift and slide off of it’s face. Russellbob waves a cheerful goodbye, which only brings further tearful waving from their semi-opaque host.
Tomas identifies the creatures that were in Chickens’ room as Modrons, and is fascinated that Chickens summoned them. He wishes he could have seen them, and informs Chickens that he could have controlled them.
They find Shaghorn giving the morning services and blessings to some gnomes that will be working on particularly dangerous inventions that day. After sending them off, Shaghorn sees to the party’s wounds, and brings everyone back to full health. Turqeel’s broken ribs and punctured lung are repaired, as are Podmidor’s stab wounds, and Froderick’s chest wounds that he received from Chickens’ curse harming him a couple of days prior. Shaghorn is delighted to hear that they will undertake the quest to find out why the kobolds have suddenly become so…well….bold. He makes good on his offer to equip the party for dispatching the rabid bear by asking them for a list of what supplies they need.