Words.
[pot:2]
Nothing seems to happen.
Grin gulped. Here went nothing.
Words.
[pot:6+1]
The air in front of you darkens and a shadow grows, swelling and solidifying, taking up a massive space. Vague shimmers become real and a beast not of this world comes to be. It is ursine in nature but massive, four and a half meters at the shoulder, and heavily muscled. It's jaws are filled with steel teeth as long as your forearm and even longer claws click against the stone of the arena as they coming into being. It's entire hide is covered in shining steel fur so thick it might as well be living platemail. A pair of steel wings extend from it's back, metal feathers-sharp as razors- hiss as they flap idly.
The beast turns its great yellow eyes on you and then on Susan. It bares it's teeth and growls, a sound so deep and metallic you feel it in your bones.
Don knee-pads, and should the mushrooms make me start tripping out, embrace it willingly.
In case I don't flip out, rest in the stairs and try to stay away from anyone. If someone approaches the stairs, focus on them and calmly speak "Rothon Talo". If a group approaches, stick to Rothon. In fact, if anyone attacks me ever, Rothon is my go-to-plan.
You put on your knee pads and continue to hide. No one comes to bother your mushrooms.
"Phil, Possibly, you might want to back away from the east stairs. But feel free to nuke the hell out of them! This rock dropping guy can't escape now!"
Fly over the stairwell, and when I'm directly above it, use Word.
((Oh jeez I was away and stuff))
Ormkel's eyes widened, then narrowed with rage.
"Bang bang oongly Celtonothic!"
Shout the above whilst making finger-guns at this flying asshole.
Then dive for cover.
[ormkel dex:1+1]
[Hydrus dex:6]
[pot:5+1]
[ormkel dex:1+1]
You summon a heck of a lot of lava. Ormkel, however, fails to summon any dodging. He does however, succeed at summoning his own death.
[ORMKEL IS DEAD. HYDRUS GAINS A POINT]
Oh man, did I just give myself schizophrenia?
Anyways, the voices told me some magic words. I don't have enough mana to use them at the moment, but one of you could try them for me if you want.
"Zentol Halthel Concoteael Conthal" is what I was told in a private message... Or maybe if you use the spell I used last turn you'll get voices that tell you something new?
Susan tries talking to the voices. Hello voices, she says. Also, Taroth Pouerstol!
You don't hear anything else.
[pot:3+1]
You don't hear, see or feel anything after speaking your words either.
Words.
((I'll get back to science when I finish rewiring my genetic coding.))
[pot:5+2]
A mark appears on your chest, glows brightly and immediately activates. A pair of crystalline wings, incredibly thin, brilliant blue and resembling fine cut glass, sprout from your back. They make strange sounds, like tiny ringing bells, as they move.
Say something cool.
[pot:5+1]
You summon up a big honking lump of wax. Good for you.
BOB BUTLER APPEARS ON THE THIRD FLOOR, CENTRAL PLATFORM!Tamara Volk:Tsuchigumo550: Pool:3/4 (broken bone bow. Slightl glowing fungus kneepads.)[second floor, north stairs]
Phil(2):Greatwyrmgold: pool:1/2 [obsidian left arm, hand blown up.][third floor,south east area]
Grin:Ironyowl: Pool: 2/5 [First floor, Gazebo]
Possibly(9):Onyxjew: Pool:2/5 (some cloth,flesh staff. right arm marked, Right arm living steel.Right hand marked. Fire claws.) [third floor, southeast area]
Susan(2): satan: Pool:1/4 [first floor,south east side]
Thrakor(10):Toaster: Pool:3/3 (Bone deep gash in left upper arm. Bandaged but Left arm useless.Right hand made of electricity. Crystal-lightning staff. Torso marked.)[Second floor, south east area]
Hydrus (3):Wwolin: Pool:3/3 [fouth floor, southeast area]
Bob: Pool:2/2 [Third floor, center platform.]
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