The Tomtom Hunt

"Quick! After him, stalwart companions! I hear that rascal just ahead!" says Parish. He raises his shovel in the air, like a sword, and charges forward along the trail, his dented armor clanking underneath his warmer outerwear. "I will catch you forthwith, you naughty gnome!"

Parish charges forward along the trail, blundering headfirst through heavy branches and deep snow. Each step leaves another dent in his old armor. Once the knight stops shouting, he realizes he can no longer hear the Tomtom’s clogs. The wily gnome must have gone in a different direction!

Amelie checks over their shoulder. "I might have looked here before, but…"They use FoPTooL’s zoom lens to scan the area.

Yazeba curses, seeing the empty pine cone bucket. "That little...!!!" She clencher her fists.
As Parish thunders forward, Yazeba's anger swells and magic erupts from where her heart used to be, shooting out across the white snow until it hits Parish's shovel. The shovel's head promptly doubles in size, yet not in weight. His dented armor straightens and regains a former sheen.

"I'm losing my patience with this one." She says, following the others.

Amelie’s scan fails to uncover the icy trap before it’s too late. A thin layer of snow gives way beneath their feet, and the robot plummets into a sinkhole ten feet deep! Fortunately, there are plenty of leaves at the bottom to break their fall, but there’s no easy way back up.