She growls and attempts to chop Jojo into bits with her very large sword! He stays well away from the blade and continues beating her up, since it's having some effect.

Garrus has been concentrating for a few seconds, and finally looses the arrow he's had nocked. It glows, and it passes through her breastplate before re-solidifying in her chest.

     She starts to click her heels together in the manner of someone activating a magic item, at which point another arrow sprouts from her face. She topples to the floor.

"Thank you, thank you," Garrus mutters, "I'll be here all week. I think that might have been the same one from the cave? Let's check her for mirrorbits."

They can search the giant drow lady. Hopefully if the mirrorbit is also larger than usual that won't complicate fitting it together.

Fortunately, the magic growth fades after her death, as does the invisibility. She had not one but three mirror pieces!

"Thank the gods no one has ever heard of redundancy," Garrus comments. "Hey, wizard... apprentice... guy... d'you have a name?"

     "Etrin," the apprentice says faintly. "Is that usually what, um, combat is like?"

"Yeah, approximately," Garrus shrugs.

     "I'm very glad I cheated and got my levels by magic."

"Nice work if you can get it. Though you can also do the summoning balors thing, it's a perfectly respectable way to kill people."

     He shivers. "Ideally I will never have to summon a demon again."

Garrus coughs. "I think we have all of the mirror fragments now. Did you want to do your bird thing?"

     Etrin nods. "I... suppose that is our best chance. I will need an hour to prepare the spells."

"We can stand guard while you do."

"Why'd you summon a demon if you don't like it?" she wonders, mostly to herself since he's about to be busy.

"Thought it might help me with soul magic," he says as he gets out his spellbook. "Apparently they don't really specialize in that."

"Pity. I guess."

Standing guard standing guaaaard. Peeping at his notes occasionally.

His notes are mostly in Auran. He prepares the spells, muttering occasionally to himself in the manner of someone who has recently gained a new spell level (or, in this case, several of them) and isn't familiar with his repertoire yet.

Then he snaps the spellbook shut and breathes in and out. "Alright. Let's - let's do this, I suppose."

"D'you need help or anything?"

"No. It's just extremely scary."

He goes over to a nearby cage and releases a dove, which perches on his hand and nuzzles his wrist. He sets it down in a clear space, inhales deeply, and casts Polymorph Any Object.

The bird transforms into a near-exact nude duplicate of him. (Slightly better cheekbones, pearlier feathers, clearer skin. The sort of things you fix when you construct a new body for yourself.)

While the duplicate twitches on the floor, Etrin casts Magic Jar. His own body falls to the ground, a nearby gemstone glows red, and the duplicate sits upright. "Now for the moment of truth," he says, grabbing a bag of diamond dust. He casts the dust into the air and casts Permanency.

The dust shimmers and vanishes before it can hit the floor.

The gem shatters.

Etrin's original body starts to twitch.

"It worked," says the naked Etrin with an awed expression. "I mean - it worked."

"Oh good for you! Please put some clothes on before your old self loses sphincter control and ruins them."

"Yes, of course -" He casts Minor Creation, putting a robe onto his body. "Now. The mirror pieces?"

Deekin hands them over, frame included.

Etrin concentrates -

the fragments glow -

and the mirror is whole once more.

The twitching Etrin-clone sits up. "Guh?" he says hazily.

"Oh, good," Wizard Etrin says with some relief. "I hoped that'd happen."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm you but better in every conceivable sense," Wizard Etrin says, waving a hand. "We can get into it later." He goes to the window and looks out. "Gods, I missed the sky. It was only a couple of weeks, but the Underdark sucks."

"...that makes sense but I'm now realizing we did not formulate a plan for getting back where we were, seeing as we were in the middle of something."

"I prepared Greater Teleport too," Wizard Etrin says. "Possibly we should get the mirror back to Queen Shaori first, and she can reward you, and then I can get you back where you were going?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

They take a convenient elevator down.

Just outside the tower, they're greeted by a slightly out-of-breath Queen Shaori. Etrin kneels immediately, but she waves him impatiently to his feet. "The mirror," she says. "Where is it?"

Jojo offers it up. 

Shaori stares hungrily at the artifact. 

"Get that fucking thing off my mountain," she grits out. "Please."

"Uh, sure. You wanna tell us how to operate it under less cursed circumstances?"

"You look into it and it lets you scry pretty much indefinitely, use True Seeing, spy on other planes... It's pretty intuitive. Also, addictive. I recommend giving it to someone with significantly better self-control than, apparently, me." Her hands twitch slightly, and she digs her fingernails into her thigh. She removes a pouch from her robe and tosses it to Deekin. "Gemstones. From the treasury. No diamonds, we've got a lot of dead to raise in the next couple of weeks, but - thought you deserved a better reward than 'thanks, have the cursed mirror that fucked us all over.'"

She sighs. "I'm gonna have to get used to being a queen again. Uh - We thank you for the service you have performed for Us and Our subjects. Take these stones and Our blessing, and sincere best wishes wherever your quest may take you."