Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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[dendarii]

[ Well that's always comforting. Suppressing a shiver, Miles goes to investigate the book. Maybe opening it if he can. ]

[angelcage]

[ The book opens, and more ink heaves forth— whatever was there is now unreadable. His hands are stained black where he touches it.

And above the desk, there's a mirror. An old mirror, where your frightened expression moves on its own, both you and Mordred stare straight ahead rather than down at the book ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles makes a face, trying to wipe this stuff off on his clothing. As he does, he glance up and sees the mirror too... ]

Well at least the mirror isn't calling me a mutie.

[angelcage]

[ The ink on his fingers is drying into words— words the Mirror Miles has written on his too.

The reflection writes on the mirror, carefully, so it will be readable on your side:

THIS WILL HELP

And passes through an unlit package of dynamite. ]

[dendarii]

[ UM. Well. Miles is taking that shit if only to keep Mordred from holding onto it. ]

... That. Certainly helps.

[angelcage]

[ His reflection smiles back at him, as does Mordred's

And then both of them ripple, and all at once are simple glass. His reflection, no different than normal stares back at him. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles salutes back then, and heads out to the east. ]

[angelcage]

[ The door is difficult to open the madman that follows you slams his hands on the knob and has been struggling against it since you entered the library.

He's gotten it wrenched open just as you turn to head out that way.

Continue to the Junk Room. ]