"Baldur, time to separate! Jane and Texan have gotten the coordinates of three of our opponents!"
The chaos magician said as he played with a clay bottle containing mountain ash and a bloody chicken feathers on his hand. He used the feather to draw markings on his face before dipping it into the pot, staining it with the ashes before spreading it into the air.
The ash serenely combined to form a large chicken with a bald human head. Not something I would have thought, I would say, today!
"Ka Ka KA!" The bird thing brought his head in front of Avarace, who then petted it on its smooth skull.
"Kaaaaa!" it purred endearingly as it scratched the snow under its feet.
The rest were baffled but resisted the urge to ask. Well, the father-son duo were surprised. Ron, not so much.
"I and Chucker! That's your name, right?"
"Uhm, yes! How did you-"
"It's imprinted in you!"
"What?"
"Magick stuff, you won't get it!"
"Ok!"
