"Damn, so how do I make complicated crap, then? The water was supposed to be inside the damn lump. How hard is it to get that right?"
Continue grumbling about wasted opportunity, hacks, and wanting the password to the Rcon console. Try to make some decent clothing. Think Generic Word with the intent to actually do something. If thinking doesn't work, say Generic.
((I think you know what word I have in mind.
Decent Clothing: Tuxedo with black silken bow tie. A top hat that is at least two feet tall. Well-shined dress shoes. +2 to sexiness modifier.))
((If I know a word as useless as Cloth, I can at least look like a God among peasants.))
"If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna look good doing it."
Edit: Wait! I have an idea.....
[pot:3+1]
Several bits of black and white cloth pop into existence and flutter to the ground in front of you. Oh.
Yaah!
Scramble back onto solid ground, and hang close to the floor.
"Stop it no stop it stop it no no no..."
Cowering next to the rickety bridge, Sanya looks about in fear of everything around her. So far she'd seen a guy possibly try to hurt her, who she tried to protect, and then die because of his own spells. Already she'd had to dodge near certain death, and her own spells seemed to do absolutely nothing.
"I don't care about power... but... but I don't want... I don't want to die like this! I... I have to fight! I have to... kill...
If anyone attacks me and they're close by, return with "GASTORPIT". Scream it with a point gesture and a fearful tone. If anyone attacks I can't reach, continue cowering. If anything else happens, continue cowering.
You scramble across the bridge and onto the ledge on the far side, hiding on the stairway.
((Kill stealer!))
Thrakor had a working spell now, and a tendril of additional power. If he wanted to get out of here, he'd need a plan.
And he had one.
Move to edge. If Target Theta is valid, execute Shardstorm. If not, hit Target Epsilon with it instead.
[Pot:1]
[end:5]
You speak your words, staring down at your target. A single shard of crystal appears in front of you but, rather then firing forward, it jerks violently back into you. Cutting a gash in your left upper arm straight to the bone. You stagger back,away from the edge, cursing as blood pours from the wound.
Spot garth, point at them and do !!MAGIC SPELL TEST 1!!
You speak your words as Garth charges toward you finishing them just as he reaches you.
[pot:6]
The air in front of you darkens black and you hear the sound of metal rending as something forms within the inky miasma in front of you. A moment later it drops to the ground with a heavy, metallic thunk and sticks there. It's a cleaver, a massive one, it's blade a foot and a half wide and 3 feet long with a handle large enough for two hands. It looks to be made of a greenish, semi-corroded looking steel shot through with black tendrils and baring a terrifyingly jagged edge. A shroud of thin greenish black mist pours slowly from it and drops of black fluid drip from it's jagged blade and hiss on the ground.
"OOH, A PERR-SON!" Garth hollers as John lands on the ground.
As Jamie appears, he quiets down a bit and whispers "Ooh, anozer vone! Better give zem a varm reeception!"
Sneak up to person, garstorpit.
You skid to a stop as the cloud that the new guy summoned fades and reveals the cleaver.
"My my, Vats a nice trick." You say before shouting Garstopit at him.
[pot:1+2]
[jamie dex:2-1]
[jamie end:3-1]
The cloud is weak this time, a thin mist of green that brings Jamie to his knees, eyes watering and coughing, but seems to do little else.
"Did Goldarm just bite the dust? I think he might have. Damn." Kin was thinking of his possibilities. He could keep lying here and work out what words might be useful, form an alliance, or just crawl back to one of the stairs and ambush anyone unlucky.
Kin went with the first choice. No sense exerting himself more than necessary. "So..." If "Hael-ton" was something that formed an image maybe one needed another word to keep it intact. Goldarm had a word that made his arm gold and I think I heard him say some word before his other hand turned into metal. "Shareeb" i think it was.
Kin tried it out. He first formed an image of how his left calf had looked before being severed and also imagined as being as flexible as a real calf even if it were of metal. He then imagined it attached to were his severed calf had been. Taking a deep breath Kin said "Hael-ton Shareeb".
[pot:4]
You speak your magic words, still laying flat on your back and a moment later a fairly normal looking steel meat cleaver pops into existence a few feet above you and lands on your stomach. Luckily the blade is pretty damn dull so it just stings a bit.
"STILL NOT HELPING!"
You're starting to feel dizzy from all this bloodloss.
"Hey! That was magic right there! So I guess that the book isn't a lie then. I'd better look through it a bit more then." Lepus looks through the book a bit more, and is horrified to find a drawing of Garth surrounded by black clouds and skulls. Wait a second! That guy's right below me now, trying to kill that new guy. But the new guy's practically glowing with magic energy. I bet that he could say at least six words in a single go. Well, I don't want to be on the bottom floor when that fight breaks out, and it looks like everyone is running like hell from the third floor, because of something going on on the fourth. So I guess I'm in a pretty good spot now. And I think that the other guy here with me is in some sort of coma. Well, maybe he could be a good test subject later, but I've got bigger fish to fry."
Lob My Spell down the northern stairs, trying to hit the people fighting at the base of them, and run over to the 7:30 position on the second floor.
[pot:6]
A giant globule of water appears a few feet in front of you, is shot through with violent electrical discharge, and then bursts and water floods down the stairs you're facing. Oh. You run around the ledge until you reach about the halfway point between the west and south stairs.
Sorry this is so late, guys, but real life issues are going to keep me off-line for some time. As such:
" I can't take this!"
Joe will run up to to top of the pit and jump off.
Thanks for letting me join this RTD piecewise. I'll probably be back when things settle down a bit.
(No problem, And thanks for letting other people have a turn.)
Joe forfeits his life in a swan dive. His power goes to no one.
Adam Potter appears next to the east stairs on the second level, clearly on the run from copyright lawyers.
Sanya:Green: Pool:2/3 [Third floor, on west stairs]
Adam: Red: pool:1/1 [Second floor, right next to east stairs]
Garth(5) : Blue: Pool:1/2 (a few metal marbles) [first floor, Near Jamie]
Possibly: Orange: Pool: 2/2 (some cloth. Soaked in water.) [Fourth floor, hiding behind a rock on west side.]
Lepus: Yellow: Pool:2/2 [Second floor, between south and west stairs]
Thrakor(2): Purple: Pool:1/2 (Bone deep gash in left upper arm. Left arm useless)[Fourth floor, North east side]
Kin : Light blue: Pool:1/2 (severed left calf: movement hampered. Gash in shoulder. Bleeding)[third floor, center platform]
Jamie: Dark red: Pool: 2/6 [First floor, right next to northern stairs]