I don’t have much time, so I’ll have to make this quick. After regrouping outside, Andrew found that Ives was having his construction workers redirect mine shafts. We found out later that it was to try to find a path to Jotunheim or something. He also used some trick to let us track Ives, and we went back into the building after him. He was down an elevator shaft into the mines. And I had to put up with a bit more bitchiness from Claire on the way in…which is getting annoying.
Anyway, Cindy opted to charge down the mineshaft again. This time…she came to regret that decision. Turns out Ives is, was, a Wendigo. And he hit her badly before she had a chance to react to his presence, pretty much tore her up and dropped her right on the back. Just as more thralls came charging in. But Ives was our first priority, and we combined to just obliterate him with one concentrated volley of gunfire. After that the thralls were defeated almost as quickly as the last group. One of them tore a water line in his death throes and the tunnels started flooding. Not a problem for me, since I can breathe underwater, but it would be problematic for most of the rest of them. I wasn’t sure if Cindy would be able to pull that trick either, being unconscious. So we carried her back out and up the mineshaft.
Once we got outside we called for medical assistance. MIST sent a chopper with the Director and…Idun, of all people. The third got I’ve met, then, and the second from my pantheon. I could probably come up with all sort of questions; hopefully I’ll have time to ask them to her later. Anyway, she healed Cindy right up with some sort of paste. Healed the little bit of damage Lexi had taken, too.
Meanwhile Claire was talking to some troll…or something, on Skype. But he was apparently nearby, tagged her on the back of the head with a paintball or something. Apparently he left something behind too; Kennedy noticed it when she scanned to counter-snipe.
They had a bit of information for us too, about Ives. Apparently Wendigo don’t die that easily, at least not permanently. Ives left some sort of ice heart behind. And if we wanted him to stay dead we’d have to boil/melt it and those who participated in killing him (pretty much all of us) had to drink what was left of it. So…we did. And it was horrible. Not that it necessarily tasted bad, wasn’t much of a taste to it. But it just…froze in the throat practically on the way down.
Ives was also an original habitant of the town. Apparently MIST engineered the disaster that hit it decades ago to prevent people from trying to find an entrance to Jotunheim, and because of a Wendigo epidemic. Ives was a survivor that they kept on as an informant. But the Wendigo curse reawakened in him and apparently lead him to do this. Also, there are apparently more Wendigo in the city we’ll have to take care of.
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