She looks around the house for a long few seconds without understanding. Strange. It was a fairly normal... OH.<br/><br/>Kala broke into a big grin.<br/><br/>She<span style="font-style: italic">remembered</span>this place. In fact, she'd been there when it burnt down. Since it was obviously no longer real, none of this was real, which meant that the ghosts were directly messing with her head. That made Kala... displeased. "I grew up here," she rumbled. "It was owned by merchants. Then my tribe killed the merchants and claimed it for a temporary home to raise the kittens. We burned it when we did not need it anymore, because a true tribe is not bound to the land like a group of farmers." She looks at the picture, a handsome black-furred catfolk, and laughs. "And him! I know not what sorcery gives you pictures of the dead, but all that matters of him is here," she caresses one breast. "He mated me and then I ate him, because I was the stronger. His soul resides with me, as is proper for a hunter." She withdraws her giant axes, still grinning... well, in point of fact, her fangs are beared and her lips pulled back. It's kind of like a grin, but in truth meant to keep her lips clear of anything sharp if she has to tear a throat out with her canine teeth. "I reject your illusions." She says simply, before swinging her axe as hard as she can at the kitchen table. The fake furniture is broken into two pieces with a thunderous crash, and Kala brings the axe up to a ready position. "You will leave my mind, impostor." She states simply.<br/><br/>[[Full round action, so no attack roll needed! Power attacking the nearest large furniture to demonstrate her displeasure at the mental intrusion.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/319553">Damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">17</span>. That'd be enough, after some other mods, to shatter the better part of an inch of stone, so I think she just fucked something up.<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>That backstory didn't make much sense for a plains barbarian, so I tried to salvage it!]]