Sera narrows her eyes at the woman, recognition suddenly lighting in her eyes. "Hang on, I know-are you the kikimora of this house?"

"Yes. And you're intruders, as this is Baba Yaga's hut."

Jasun saw something out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, there's a symbol on one of those b-" then the..thing..spoke. "-Whau!"

He waited a moment as the conversation continued. He turned to the group, uncertain, trying to remain dignified, but unsure. Baba Yaga. Is this what you want me to do, T'Vauz? Jezzika? Is this the endgame? You elder gods are so mysterious.

"Is this the part where we battle based on initiative, again?" he asked sheepishly.

"We are not intruders, ya ****. We seek to be of aid of Baba Yaga, as we have been bade by one of her riders; An aging knightly man, or so was revealed upon passing on the charge." The Aarakocra spoke again in a more crass and feminine voice as they sought to step closer to the creature. "But we do require this place to do so,  or so we've been ****'n led to believe. Speaking of belief honey, do you recognize me in anyway?" They asked curiously.

The kikimora is three-feet-tall, outnumbered six-to-one, and holding a broom, so it's safe to say that it's not going to be engaging in combat.

"If I recognized you, I wouldn't have asked who you were or why you were here, now would I?" The kikimora says. "Never mind that. If Baba Yaga needs your help, then you need to find out where she is and what happened to her. This hut should take you where you need to go to find out what happened. If you put the keys (the frost giant beard and the plague doctor mask that the Black Rider gave you) in the cauldron and stir them, it'll get the hut to work for you."

"If I recognized you, I wouldn't have asked who you were or why you were here, now would I?" The kikimora says.

At this remark, Jasun looks at the camera and makes a quick comical face that clearly indicated it was an amusing and excellent retort. He turned back to the encounter.

"We don't have to drink any of that...soup...do we?" Jasun asked, for a friend.

"No. It's not for drinking anyway."

Jasun sighed in visible relief. "Duly noted. Thank you, sir..uh, and..or, ma'am."

The aarakocra huffs, and rolls their eyes. As much as they could argue 'you' could mean any one, they would keep the peace and keep their beak shut for now. Though at the first opportunity to slay the spirit with little consequences....

"I think the world yer looking for is Jack McNasty Fast." They deadpanned, prior ot looking to whoever had the two items and watch them cast it all into the fires of Mordor.

Sera pulls out the keys and drops them in the cauldron, then stirs them slowly as instructed.

Once you drop the two keys into the cauldron and stir the stew within, the room around you shimmers and changes as the hut presumably travels to its new destination. Level up to 7. 

End of Book Two. Reign of Winter will continue in Book Three: Maiden,Mother,Crone 

Towering over the Deeprun Crevasse like three titanic goddesses are the Maiden, Mother, and Crone of Artrosa, the three sacred aspects of womanhood traditionally revered by the witches of Iobaria. Legends say the colossal statues of Artrosa contain wonders and secrets of witchcraft beyond anything known in the world today, but the trinity guards its mysteries well. Some even whisper that the giant carvings represent the Queen of Witches herself—Baba Yaga, the Great Crone who has lived through all three ages and has gained great wisdom and power, but who jealously hoards her secrets.

Book Three: Maiden,Mother,Crone

You experience a strange, almost euphoric, sense of momentary displacement, before the room solidifies with a final shimmer—but it is not the same room that you were standing in just moments before. 

Area A1

A sturdy black cauldron sits in the middle of a rustic room with timber floors, log walls, and a high ceiling framed by long beams cut from whole trunks. A grand cobblestone hearth fills one corner, its dying embers feeding the room with a dull red glow. Various barrels, farm tools, crates, and other miscellaneous items clutter the remainder of the space. In the corner opposite the fireplace, a rickety wooden staircase climbs to a small wooden landing. A shallow alcove off the landing holds two thick oaken doors. 

Sera looks around. "Let's check the bottom floor before going up," she suggests, and heads for A3.

It takes Rose a moment to compose herself after the spell, steadying herself on her staff. She takes a deep breath, then follows behind Sera.

Jirel would have an involuntary growl rumbling in her chest from the sense of displacement. The almost euphoric high that came with it had her flustered but for a moment. One thing was for certain, she was more attentive. And when Sera asserted their direction, Jirel would swiftly follow behind them.

As you exit and set out for your new destination, you walk through a featureless hallway that seems to just go on forever until you reach the door to the next area.

Area A3

A slight chill wafts through this room, carrying the stale scent of carrion and peat. Beyond, an impossible forest seems to have devoured the entire chamber. The walls are woven from tangled knots of black, leafless trees, and fine flakes of rusted iron cover the floor, softly crumbling to dust. A pale light emanates from a fist-sized orb that rests within a nest of black iron branches in the center of the room, turning all forms into ebon silhouettes. Shortly after you enter the room, a raven flies out of the darkness and settles atop the glowing orb, casting a huge, ominous shadow. 

Make a DC15 Perception check and an Arcana check.

Perception: 11
Arcana: 8

Burrception: 11
Barbicana: 20 

Seeing shit: 5

Smart stuff: 16, if fey/fiend/undead related, adv so 8

Perception: 12.
Arcana: 16.

Zaf floofs out seeing the raven, and eyes it most intently! But even as they did, there yet remain room in their heart to listen to the guidance of the local elements.