<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/f4/de/d0f4de6a4845487f09521cf442c2c0b8.jpg)</div>The slime's mirror image, of course, copies her movements, though there's more than one moment where the mirror-Mazz nearly knocks over a glass or bumps something off the table. The image copies perfectly, irritation on her face as she swallows the first mushroom, then as she hurls the second against the mirror, and a small moment of victory as the glass cracks. Her face brightens along with Mazz's and she grabs the suckling boar lifting it up. Oil drips down her arms, splattering onto her face before she hurls it at the mirror. The shouts of "DINNER TIME" is heard in the foyer, admittedly as they are already beginning to deal with horrors of their own.<br/><br/>Mazz watches her copy throw the boar and glass shatters out towards her for a moment, floating and slowing in the air as she sees shock on her own reflected face. The world bends and as the glass flies away, she sees the room beyond where the mirror was, now filled with Lords and Ladies in fine dress watching her. They push themselves to their feet and hold out their hands, copies of the mirror Mazz who just threw the boar.  The shattered glass of the mirror flies past Mazz, harmlessly around her until it stops in the air behind her. Reality seems to turn, gravity suddenly seeming to be tilting towards the mirror. Mazz begins to fall towards it, along with the furniture in the room and large sharp glass blades flying down towards her.<br/><br/>From the foyer, the Delvers will hear and see glass shattering, catching in air, and hurling back, but the room shows no sign of turning on it's side. They'll also, of course, see Mazz beginning to fall towards the now missing mirror, but they have some issues on their hands as well.<br/><br/>When Mirwen casts at the mirror, there's a moment where it wobbles and quakes like disturbed water, huge tentacles as wide as her arms crawling out from them. The tentacles drip with wet ectoplasm, leaving trails of slippery goo down the wall. It is difficult to even get a visual bead on them, the shadows they are crafted from tricking the eye into thinking they could just be shadows floating strangely in the dusty glass. Mirwen's attention turned to a series of mirrors, the dripping slithering shadows moving towards her before her spell begins to take shape. All around her reflection the tentacles squirm moving out towards her until light begins to glow from the mirror.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/04/09/a60409e470fb057a24152e5aeea8c787.jpg)</div>Light bursts from the mirror, sending tiny spiderweb cracks through the surface that forms elaborate spell-runes, as if the magic weaved into it's surface abruptly is showing in cracks. Mirwen stands for a moment, the rush of her spell passed through her and seeing her own reflection. Her face stares back at her before a heavy fog passes across it for a moment. A woman with dark full lips, cheekbones that cut, and a corsetted dress stands staring back at her. Her mouth pulls into a scowl for a moment, looking Mirwen over before she reaches, touches the mirror, and it quickly reverts back to a simple reflection.<br/><br/>Were it as simple as a single spell, the Delvers would be victorious today, but the elf is correct that this is not the only mirror crawling with beasts. Scarlet's hand wreathed in flame, she moves to a position to guard the mage. Her hand grabs hold of the tentacle and flares with heat for a moment, the shadow withering and turning to ash that falls to the ground. No match for flame, it appears.  However, by this point the tentacles have spread and grown, sticking out from mirrors in all directions, closing in on Mirwen and Scarlet as well as the slightly separated Nin.<br/><br/>As Scarlet finishes off the tentacle she has grasped, she finds herself in the midsts of a flurry of lashes, one catching around her wrist as another slaps hard across her chest (<em>Scarlet, please take 1d6 damage</em>roughly knocking her off balance and clinging to her breast. In a moment of adjusting her stance to deal with this pulling, another wraps around her ankle and suddenly the immolator's dress is pulled halfway up her thigh by shadows grabbing at her leg.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, things are getting pretty chaotic now.<br/><br/>Mazz, if you want to avoid falling into the mirror, roll to Defy Danger.<br/><br/>Scarlet, you aren't restrained enough that it will prevent you from moving or fighting, but there's definitely resistance from the tentacles.<br/><br/>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>