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Mortality practically grinned as he brought the woman to the ground. He extended the cord further, and keeping her feet wrapped, he wriggled up her body and began to wrap around her arms, holding them tightly as well.

Though he didn't have fangs, Mort had an odd temptation to bite her...Instead, he contracted the cord further, squeezing the woman's arms and legs with the cord. Aah, it's best to be safe than sorry, right Maya?

"Thanks Mort. I don't know what I'd do without you." Letting her Daemon continue to squeeze the woman, she looked up at Laertes and his Daemon. "Well, I don't know much about milking a spider...I'm sure I can bring some sort of collecting jar here though."

She pulled her the daggered hand from behind her back, and held it up for the creature to see. "So, what's the best way to get your venom?" she asked the old woman, standing back away from her. "You certainly know the answer, I'm sure." Something came out in Maya that never had before. Perhaps it was the survival instinct kicking in, or the paranoia from her family line, but she pointed the dagger at the spider-woman's face threateningly.

"You don't want to go back inside that room, do you? It would certainly be easy to put you back. And, I quite think you'd find a better meal elsewhere in this house."

There was a flutter in the breeze in front of the pair, unrelated to the hand, and then across the white ground came a black object from the horizon. As it got closer it gained shape and seemed to be some sort of canine. It's eyes glowed in the dark, as animal eyes tended to do, but held a familiar lavendar hue. Chandra seemed undisturbed and only paused for a moment before she seemed to connect things. The canine came up beside them, a slim black coyote, and nudged it's nose under Intus's elbow.

The hand inched through the snow slightly again, not in an appealing way either (like Thing from the Addams Family) but it was slow and creepy. It's skin was as pale as the snow around it and it crunched ever so slightly.

The coyote caught a sound, sniffed the air, and faced the hand on it's own, growling.

Maya sighed. Of course this would be difficult. Nothing that the house threw at her would be easy, she could safely assume. Smirking at the old woman, she gave Mort a knowing look. He quickly followed her instruction, retracting the cord and binding her more tightly.

"Must you make things so difficult?" she asked, hands on her hip. She turned to Laertes. "Got any good ideas? Obviously, we're going to have to think of a new technique," she mumbled, hoping he'd have an ingenious idea. Surely the two of them working together would allow them to think of something...

Ethans eyes widened seeing all the jars and containers covered in dust. Oh the possibilities. Magic left for a thousand years, trapped fairies or genies, or maybe just neat stuff. He carefully, but enthusiastically started to dust off one of the first jars to peer inside and get a clue as to it's contents.

Hurricanes mind was filled with the same possibilities, but the opposite reaction. "BE CAREFUL! You don't know what could be in those. For all we know an evil spirit or monster could be sealed in one of those jars." Though her mind voice was electric with caution and worry, she didn't move. She might break the jar with the horrible nightmare inside.

"Relax and calm down. I remember what he said about looking through treasure and possibly magical items. Check the seal first then look for any clues. Do not open unless you know it's okay or have no choice." Actually those were the rules for checking treasure without magical aid.

As Ethan set about his self appointed task, Hurricane waited. There wasn't a way to help, so she stationed herself at the doorway. Niether had noticed that the way back was gone, since niether had looked back. They might soon enough, but after dealing with the room. The room that housed so many wonderful and at the same time horrible possibilities. The room that Hurricane now carefully looked over again, this time feeling a twinge of power. "Ethan, I think there is something in here. I can feel it. It's coming from under the jars in the middle of the right wall." Without the ability to sense magic she didn't feel anything from the glowing jars or the contents of some of the other jars.

Ethan stopped and turned to face Hurr. "What kind?"

"I'm not sure. It's flickering. Be careful.

Flickering? Ethan shrugged his shoulders and started carefully moving the jars and other containers out of the way. There was only one way to find out what it could be, and they needed to know what it was, or at least if it is dangerous. Round ones, tall ones, wide and short ones, all in the way had to be moved to find this flickering power.

There was a high pitched giggle from that direction, whether or not it was what Hurricane sensed, who knows. The tables started to shake and all the contents shifted. Whatever sleeps they'd been in, this thing was stirring them. Scratching came from some of them and others seemed to swirl with inner light. The giggle came again and a plain dusty jar on a far table seemed to have a flutter from inside as if a butterfly or... moth.. tried to escape.

Another giggle and a pale figure melted out of the wall. It was a spirit, a shade, and seemed to be a mischevious one. He was hunched and wearing a dusty offices jacket, a ghostly saber hanging by his side and a powdered wig tilted on his head.

"Lost little one... hehehe.. where are you going? What are you looking for? Do you want to play with my friends in their little prisons? Hee hee hee!" He picked up a jar and shook it. Whatever was inside flared red angrily, the light making his plasm-like body glow on it's own.

The snow around the hand withered and turned into something resembling ash. There was no trace of a trail behind it to hint at where the hand may have come from. Intus was electric; he had no idea what such a small object was capable of, but the danger was eminent. Intus closed his eyes and murmured a short prayer, secretly hoping that something of use would come to him. Nothing really came to mind though. His heart dropped a little at his useless gesture.

Intus ran up and dropped to the ground right in front of the severed hand, and thrust out his own to grab a hold of it. It felt like needles were cutting through his flesh as he got closer to the hand. Almost there.