In the home of a mage of some kind...Luke feels an endorphin rush coming on! Time to go all out!
[Intelligence roll: ?]
It worked the first time, why not just bullshit something again?
[Pink magic roll: 1-1-
1]
As he bullshits as intently as possible, he feels the very strands of time begin to unravel for himself! He wields ultimate power! Yes! He is a GOD! Hahahahah! Now he'll just reverse time and everything will be all fine again and he will...
Wait, now he's not a god anymore. He's a pink vortex. He feels his feet disappear, his speed, size and flux altering several times over the course of a second! He then proceeds to uncollapse and reform into a giant clump of pink mist! What is happening, he doesn't even know! What the heck is going on! When he once again begins to shrink to a small size, he cannot take it anymore!
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"And he stops! Time, noticing what the hell is going on here, immediately rights itself, intent on never letting anything like this happen again! Luke proceeds to become a pink explosion of mist, spreading out along the area!
[Will roll: 5-
2]
As he envelops the town, spreading out to an uncomfortable degree, he stops just before he is totally insensible! He has a vague idea of when he may be, but not the where, why or the what exactly. It is incredibly hard to think or concentrate with all these sensations around him. The houses, the ground, the sky - it all results in sensory overload. Luke is barely conscious, a faint whisper hanging in the air, an odd tinge of pink to the area around.
Luke is now a
Town-Sized Pink Mist.
In the streets of Emlocke...Noting an odd faint pink shade about the air,
Tom realizes how terribly unsafe this place must be. He opts to search for a weapon to protect himself from harm.
[Will roll: 1+1]
Wait, which way was right? Or left, for that matter? Not to mention north and south? Dear gods, all the streets look the same to him! He is frozen in place at an intersection, unable to see a way out of his predicament!
In a populated basement...Mark, not a big fan of being experimented upon by mages, brandishes his halberd!
[Mage reaction roll: 3]
"Oh dear. He looks aggressive.""He seems to feel comforted by his weapon.""Indeed!"[Erin magic roll: 6]
Mark's halberd turns into a metallic serpent as the woman in the red robe makes a deft movement with her hands!
[Grappling: Serpent vs. Mark: 5+
1 vs. 3+1-
1]
The serpent wraps around Mark and brings him to the ground as it sweeps his legs out from under him with its tail, keeping his skeletal body in a tight hold!
"Right then! Let's make him ours!""Okay, let me look at my book."The golden-robed man produces a book from his robe and starts to leaf through it.
"Not a bad showing, Erin. Impressive, even.""I know, right? Didn't think that would work!"Meanwhile,
Yorinnsud stands outside, minding her own business.
[Yorinnsud perception roll: ?]
It sounds like Mark has things all taken care of down there. That thud was surely the sound of his enemies' heads hitting the ground. And the hiss was probably the death scream of a killer cyclops or something that Mark effortlessly killed. No reason to get involved, at any rate. She's having an enjoyable break, after all.
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 562887 times)