A sharp crack splits the room. The doorway tears free of the wall and hangs in mid-air, a jagged, glowing frame. The hall beyond stutters, then reaches back, like the house is trying to swallow its own exit.
The Stranger
Well. That is new.
The Stranger raises his weapon and steps half a pace back, eyes fixed on the floating threshold. Beau Blumenthal goes very still, then smiles as if he has just seen a door unlock.
Beau Blumenthal
There it is. The seam gives when it is pressed hard enough.
Wolfie
Wolfie watches the frame and the room tug against each other, then asks what breaks the whole thing.
The Stranger
Not the door. The will behind it. Stop the one feeding the house, and the dream loses its grip.
The walls answer with a deep, hungry shiver. Frosty light crawls over the floorboards, and the cracked threshold pulses once, as if waiting for a decision. Beau lifts one hand toward the hovering frame, ready to push the transformation deeper.
✓ Quest Accepted
Stop Beau Blumenthal from feeding the house
“Yo... stop it *yawn*”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +4)
Wolfie lifts the silver dagger a fraction, then lowers it again. The room stills around that quiet refusal, as if the dream itself is listening.
Wolfie
Yo... stop it.
Beau’s raised hand falters. The hovering doorway stops pulling, its glow tightening from a wild shimmer into a thin, obedient pulse.
Beau Blumenthal
Oh. There it is. You are not pushing the shape, you are naming the rule.
The frost-light on the floorboards recoils from the threshold, then threads itself back into the cracked frame like water finding a channel.
The Stranger
Hah. He heard you.
Beau’s smile turns sharp with interest. The doorway steadies, no longer tearing outward, and a narrow passage opens where the hall flickers brightest, clear enough to step through if Wolfie chooses to press the moment.
Quest Complete
Stop Beau Blumenthal from feeding the house