"Agh! Bloody hell! Wrong way, you blasted shard!"
Hide, and bandage the arm with my shirt.
You pull off the rags you call a shirt and tear them into strips with your teeth and your good arm before tourniquet your left arm and bandaging up the injury as best you can. It's not pretty and your arm is still useless, but at least you're not bleeding out.
Garstorpit garth, then hit them with the sword.
So, we've figured out how to summon weapons eh? I'd say mine was an overshot but that seems obvious. It wasn't QUITE was I intended. If anyone finds a word for life and/or healing, let me know. We might be able to trade later.
((I can guess one word that went into that badass cleaver.))
I figured it was pretty obvious. I only used spells we already knew things about already because I didn't quite trust random magic with my life yet.
"Vell, it appears ve must doo-el like zhentlemen!"
Garstorpit the fellow again, then stab him with the sword, utilizing my superior maneuverability!
[ Jamie dex:4 -1]
[Garth dex:2]
[jamie pot:6]
[garth end:1]
Garth opens his mouth to speak but Jamie is faster, shouting a Garstopit right down his throat. The air burns green and tendils of darkness lance through it, tearing into Garth for several long seconds before the cloud vanishes. The man left standing there looks mummified, darkened skin hanging tight against bones. He takes a single step, his ankle breaking as he does, and crumples, exploding into ash as he strikes the ground.
A glob of light the size of a billiard ball rises from the ash and sinks itself into Jamie's chest.
[Garth is dead: Jamie Gains 5 points.]
"Interesting. So I can still perform magic without a tongue or an intact jaw. In fact, I could possibly make the laws of physics my bitch while comatose. Good to know. Still, useless spell is useless..."
Drape black cloth over my shoulders. Continue experimentation, continue lamenting the unfairness of the world, this time, say Generic while facing a pillar slightly away from me, concentrating on damaging the pillar.
"Oh Come On! I can't make a damn sprinkler, but an enchanted massive cleaver is created on complete accident?! -continue whining as such while working-"
((Time for guessing the contents of that cleaver. There were five words, so Shareeb, Garstopit, Kelio, Tarocal, and Hael-ton. I know that Shareeb and Garstopit were two of them, but that's like saying salt and pepper are two of The Colonel's eleven herbs and spices.))
You drape the largest swath of black cloth over your shoulders and shout your magic word at the rock.
[pot:1+1]
A gentle bit of wind seems to stir the dust near the rock, but nothing else happens.
Quietly peek out from the ledge.
"Umm... Hey! Hey! Down there! I want to ask something!"
"I'm not totally defenseless, but... I'm weak, and I'm curious. I don't want to die yet... I could do something for everyone, like figure out words... or... maybe if I could summon weapons? I'm willing to work with people..."
Shareeb, Garstopit, Kelio, Tarocal, and Hael-ton.
Hmmm.
Shout "Hael-ton Shareeb!" while imagining a lightweight, lustrous blade.
[pot:3]
The air in front of you solidifies into a...well it's sort of like a steel cleaver but it has no edges, everything is rounded. This isn't going to be very useful...
"Driven to suicide... Damn. He must have seen some pretty crazy stuff here to make him do that. But that cleaver... I don't think it's safe to touch, with all of that poison and all. But maybe with a bit of spellcrafting..."
If someone approaches me with hostile intentions, do Spell A. If not, then do Spell B.
[pot:4]
You speak your words and notice, out of the corner of your eye, that Adam shimmers and some sort of phantom protuberance you can't quite make out appears near him. It vanishes a moment later.
Kin tries not to panic but he can feel his life fading as he looking for a new word. "C'mon, c'mon..."
"I'll put my life on the line on this one. Haon-cael!" No matter the result, Kin will pick up the cleaver and then tear some of his rags and make a makeshift bandage around his calf.
I don't know for how long I will live but I will not let my knowledge fade away. You who inherit this book will now know of:
Kelio: A vague shimmer that rockets of into the the distance.
Hael-ton: Creates a vague image of a cleaver.
Shareeb: Creates a lump of metal.
Kelio Roth: Seems to create a bullet of air that shakes violently. Should maybe be used with Shareeb for a denser and longer lasting effect.
Hael-ton Shareeb: Creates a cleaver out of metal.
[pot:6]
The air in front of you seems to shimmer with the image of a thin membrane or plane and then vanishes. You groan and tear your shirt apart, using it to bandage up your leg and shoulder, cutting off the bleeding but not helping in the walking department.
"very funny guys..." Adam stop talking when he notice he talk to thin air and the book of a teenage who go to a magic school feel heavier. looking at the book he see it changed.
"somebody wrote in this. Mmh let try this."
Adam think of a spear and thrust his arm forward saying GWP target wall
[pot:2+1]
An amount of water roughly equivalent to a half full water balloon dribbles out of mid air and onto the ground. Huh.
YURF appears standing in the Second level's south stairwell, clearly torn from his favorite back alley, seedy bar or den of ill repute.
Sanya:Green: Pool:2/3 [Third floor, on west stairs]
Adam: Red: pool:1/1 [Second floor, right next to east stairs]
YURF: Blue: Pool: 0/0 [second floor, south stairs]
Possibly: Orange: Pool: 2/2 (some cloth. Soaked in water.) [Fourth floor, hiding behind a rock on west side.]
Lepus: Yellow: Pool:1/2 [Second floor, between south and west stairs]
Thrakor(2): Purple: Pool:2/2 (Bone deep gash in left upper arm. Bandaged but Left arm useless)[Fourth floor, North east side, hiding behind rock]
Kin : Light blue: Pool:1/2 (Blunt cleaver. severed left calf: movement hampered. Gash in shoulder. Wounds bandaged)[third floor, center platform]
Jamie(6): Dark red: Pool: 2/6 [First floor, right next to northern stairs]