Storm The Castle

"SHE DOESN'T EXIST"

"LIES!'

"YOU NEED A THERAPIST FOR MADE UP GODS"

"THOSE EXIST? That sounds like an extremely niche market. "

"No they exist I know one personally, he lives right next to the F@#$ING BOTTLE OF DRUGS YOU TOOK TO MAKE UP A GOD"

"I took no drugs A4%hole, the cloak goddess is alive and well!"

"UP YOUR ASS"

Felix throws the plate of quesadillas at Lydia.

Lydia easily dodges the plate "Your aim like your goddess SUCKS"

Felix flings another plate of food at Lydia.

Lydia swats the plate out of the air but still gets covered in cold fish toppings

Felix, failing at holding back laughter, points and starts laughing loudly.

Lydia wipes food from her clothes and produces a hunting knife
"I have one question for you. How would you like your remains displayed?"

"Shaken not stirred." Felix says, readying his spear for a fight.

Meanwhile, outside, snow is falling heavily despite the lack of clouds in the sky, the wind stirring it up into violently blowing storms of frigid cold at the ground level.

Lydia puts herself into a stance that slightly resembles a animal crouching for attack

Felix reaches into his cloak again, looking for anything and finds, (surprise) another plate of quesadillas. which he promptly flings, disc style, at Lydia.

Lydia expertly cuts the plate in half, right out of he air

"Wait a minute, who is even on the other side of that door anyway? " Felix asks, lowering his spear and for some reason, the smell of chocolate starts to waft from hos pack he was carrying.

"I don't know" Rudolf said, apparently disgusted by the childish games of his party members.

Lydia smells the chocolate as well "I have no clue who's behind that door. How about we pause this, until we can knock down that door. Deal?"

Felix reluctantly holds his hand out for Lydia to shake. "Deal."

Outside the wind howled, whipping up a furious barrage of snow. Inside it was perceptible by the hollow rushing sound of the wind blowing past the icy walls of the palace and the noticeable drop in light as the snow blocked out the sun.

Lydia takes Felix's hand and shakes

Starting from the door, a wave of...some sort of energy spread across the ice, blue sparkling motes traveling in a line. Where the line passed the ice turned opaque,a thick layer of frost coating the stained-glass surface. The light level began to drop rapidly...as did the temperature.