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[javierpwn]

Well..... I hope you never learn the word for body.....

[piecewise]

"...Huh, that prayer seems to have helped. HEY, POSSIBLY, TELL ME HOW TO DO THAT SOMETIME!" (Via PM)

Say words.

[pot:5]
The wiggling, living lines of the magical tattoo's appear where your left hand should be, jerk about randomly for a minute, and then vanish.

Aw.

Head to first floor using stairway system(or at least 2nd)
Say Garstopit to Phil if I see him on the way down

You take the nearest stairs down to the first floor. Oh, right, there's a giant metal bear down here. Perhaps...perhaps not the best place to be.

"Zzeralthonth Rosha-halel!"

Altar cat, here we come. It's like something from the internet.

Spoiler: Known words (click to show/hide)

Karenthar: Flesh
Garhantel: Cylinder
Zzeralthonth: Cat
Rosha-halel: Illusion alter?

[pot:3]

A shimmering mass or lump appears in front of you and then vanishes.

Hmm. We now collectively know the words for flesh, bone, and blood, and "make golem".

I want to make one, but really, I just want a new hand, and to not die from blood loss.

(If possible take some of the cloth bed from earlier and wrap up hand)

You struggle and flail around in the dark till you manage to get some cloth and use it to stop the bleeding from your missing limb.

CAINTHALSAZ SHORBITAEL!

[pot:4+1]
A burning, rapidly colorshifting aura of arcane energy flares around you, coating your entire body in an other worldly power. Strange curling streams of living energy drift off you like smoke off a fire and a slowly rotating magic circle appears behind your head, like the halo of a saint.

Nice trick.

Who was that aimed at?

The Michelin Man.  Let's see what we can do about that, hey?


"Oi!  Stop bouncing around when I'm trying to kill you!"

Do some magicy stuff.

Nice trick.

I gotta say, I totally called you attacking with the lightning ball again. I also expected the rubber's bounciness to be useful. I love that turn. So very, very much.

"Oi, cripple! I'm the Scottsman around here! I say 'oi'! Now come down 'ere so I can shred yer other arm!

A solid dome of steel, a foot thick, materializes around you and Tamara's cuddle pile. It is absolutely fucking pitch black in there and there aren't any exits. 

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I'm still partial to fuck nest, shame hut, or Pile-of-'Love Fluid'-Stained-Rags.

Michellin Man, away!

((Sorry about holding the RTD up, I was a tad busy with finals week and all. I should be more available for the next two days. Also, this isn't the first time my life has been saved by polymers, it probably won't be the last.))

Nice trick.

Who was that aimed at?

The Michelin Man.  Let's see what we can do about that, hey?


"Oi!  Stop bouncing around when I'm trying to kill you!"

Do some magicy stuff.

[thrakor dex:4+2]
[possibly dex:3+1]

Thrakor takes flight again, rising up to the fifth floor area and taking aim at Possibly in mid-air.

[pot:6+1]
[dex:5+2]
[possibly dodge dex:4+1]

Thrakor says his words and points at Possibly, who is running for cover. A red glow pulses over Thrakor and a magic circle appears at the tip of his finger, followed by another, larger one, and then another. The three circles spin rapidly and then, in an instant, stop. A beam of red arcane energy, 10 foot in diameter and crackling with crimson lightning, explodes from the largest circle. Possibly, the rock he's jumping behind and 15 feet of solid stone behind him vanish in an instant and all that remains is a glowing, molten trail where the beam lanced down. Hovering over that molten stone is an orb of light bigger then a basket ball. It zooms up and disappears into Thrakor's chest.

[POSSIBLY, THE ANCIENT, HAS DIED. THRAKOR GAINS (9) POINTS!]


DERM APPEARS ON THE FOURTH FLOOR, NEAR THE NORTH STAIRS!









As Possibly vanishes and Derm appears something happens down on the first floor. The clawed Homunculus sitting under the gazebo stands and walks to the exact center of the area. With out pausing he draws his arms back and plunges them into his chest. Blood pours from the wounds as he tears open his own body, breaking open the ribs and tearing out the heart. He places it in the center of the floor and then falls back, crumbling to ash. The pool of blood on the floor moves and flows of it's own accord, forming itself into a magic circle as the heart floats a few feet into the air and is engulfed in brilliant, multi-color flames. The magic circle glows bright and the heart falls, flaming, into it's center. The circle becomes hole opens in the ground, a black pit covered by a new, glowing, golden magic circle that slowly spins. Out of that hole rises a man.

He's is dressed in Blue and white, his head and face hidden in cloth and arms much the same. He wears a pack on his back with what looks like great scroll or roll of paper strapped to it like a bedroll. In one hand he holds an arming sword which glows  with throbbing red runes. He lands softly and shrugs off his pack, setting it down against one of the pillars, before walking out of under the gazebo.

"I am Null, The Sealer, And the pit has brought you here to kill me. One of you has the souls of 20 men inside you. When you are ready, Come and face me. Win, and you shall gain my throne and all I have, all which lies beneath." He points at the hole he came from. "Lose, and you will die. Do not keep me waiting long."

With that, he turns back to the gazebo and walks under it. He points at the ground and gestures upward. The stone rises and forms a throne, which he takes a seat upon.






 


Tamara Volk:Tsuchigumo550: Pool:2/4 (broken bone bow. Slightl glowing fungus kneepads.Left hand gone.)[first floor, north stairs, hiding in cloth]

Phil(2):Greatwyrmgold: pool:1/2 [obsidian left arm, hand blown up.][second floor, bottom of south stairs]

Grin:Ironyowl: Pool: 4/5 (Left leg broken)[First floor, north stairs. Hidden in cloth.]

Derm:Derm:Pool:1/1 [fourth floor, North Area]

Susan(2): satan: Pool:1/4 (Body of living steel)[fourth floor, south stairs area.]

Thrakor(22):Toaster: Pool:1/4 (Bone deep gash in left upper arm. Bandaged but Left arm useless.Right hand made of electricity. Crystal-lightning staff. Torso marked.)[fourth floor, west side]

Javier:Javier: Pool:2/3 [first floor, west stairs.]

Talos: Spinaltaper: Pool:2/4 [Fourth level, north section.]


_{If you were wondering, search the thread for "(20)".}

[Tsuchigumo550]

Think. Come on, of all the words I've used, I should know something... able to get through metal...

Damn, I need one more pool for both my plans... Well, can't say this isn't damn good protection. I just wish we had some light.
"Not that we need any... of course..."

[GreatWyrmGold]

Dammit, Onyx, you shoulda let me mercy-kill you when I had the chance...

Grovel at Thrakor, and Null, too.

[Wwolin]

((Holy mother of god... I hope Thrakor having all four of his pool points is a typo, because if that spell has no cost, we're doomed))

[piecewise]

((Holy mother of god... I hope Thrakor having all four of his pool points is a typo, because if that spell has no cost, we're doomed))

Fixed that.

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Holy mother of god... I hope Thrakor having all four of his pool points is a typo, because if that spell has no cost, we're doomed))

PM me that idea you had for an eavesdropping spell, okay?

[Wwolin]

((Holy mother of god... I hope Thrakor having all four of his pool points is a typo, because if that spell has no cost, we're doomed))

PM me that idea you had for an eavesdropping spell, okay?

((I had one of those? I've had ideas for just about everything else, and they work roughly 90% of the time, so I'll see what I can do about eavesdropping.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Holy mother of god... I hope Thrakor having all four of his pool points is a typo, because if that spell has no cost, we're doomed))

PM me that idea you had for an eavesdropping spell, okay?

((I had one of those? I've had ideas for just about everything else, and they work roughly 90% of the time, so I'll see what I can do about eavesdropping.))

((Eh, I'll PM you the appropriate PM.))

[kisame12794]

((My god. The Light Of Judgement. Thats it, Thrakor is now a maniacal, omnicidal jester.))

[Dermonster]

((Right. I have six power and one point of magic in a room full of people who can shoot giant lazer beams and what looks like fifty words.
 
I have one, and it's on my other computer.
 
Hopefully I don't just die in two turns again, because I am basically fucked.

*Thinks*
 
Can I make an entire action a PM?))

[piecewise]

((Right. I have six power and one point of magic in a room full of people who can shoot giant lazer beams.
 
Hopefully I don't just die in two turns again, because I am basically fucked.

*Thinks*
 
Can I make an entire action a PM?))

People already do, so go for it.

[javierpwn]

Say word, do not wait for materialization JUST RUN

[piecewise]

You guys noticed that whole thing with Null right? The thing at the bottom of the last post? I only ask because no one has even mentioned it yet.

[Onyxjew944]

The Being of a Thousand Titles, Reaver of Souls, Sire of Kings and Prophets, Lord of the Seven Hells, Owner of Wealth Beyond Count, and Divine Being, looked down upon the shred of soul that remained of the creature known as Possibly.

Denizen of the Pit! It bellowed in the voice of all that was or will be. The volume would have rendered his audience deaf as a newborn pup if not for their ethereal nature.

What has brought you before me, again?

The same. An unfortunate mistake, a bungling of a routine task, a simple yet fatal mistake. The soul said with a sigh of resignation. Defeat plain in its tone.

You wish to return once more. It was a statement, as it always was. There was never a point to asking questions when all that ever was or will be was laid before you as plain as a map in the mind's eye of a wizened cartographer. Questions were only for the benefit of the visitor.

No. I lost. Fairly, for once. I have a different desire to beseech of you.

Speak.

I ask for a son. To carry on my lineage.

And. Impatience had begun to penetrate the being's voice. Barely noticeable, but in a land where time meant nothing and space was a theory, there was never a lack of time to ponder the simplest of things.

A barrel of Dwarven Ale, to send me off to my final rest. Grant me these things, and you will never see me on your plane again.

So it shall be. The distant sound a grandfather clock's gears shattering into a thousand crystalline fragments resounded throughout the grand hall. Possibly was whisked away on a phantom wind with a barrel of ale toward his rightful resting place.


Possibly awoke in a grassy vale. His barrel was standing upright beside him. The sounds of birds in the trees and rustling in the foliage surrounded him, but Possibly paid them no mind. He rose to his feet and rushed to the barrel. When he tried to pry the lid off, it would not budge. The forest fell away into a white misty fog. Only to return as the inside of a sanitized clinic. The barrel was taken from Possibly's hands, none of his magic worked in this place. A woman in a white dress-suit came up to him.

"Hello and welcome to the Happy Memories Drug and Alcohol Recovery Sanctuary. I'll escort you to your room." She said sweetly.

Gods had never been this cruel.