Indecisive, you glance back and forth, finally deciding to go left from the entrance. The slope is steep, and you struggle to gain ground, eventually turning so that you are climbing at a diagonal, Basin swirling along at your heels. As you go, you look back over your shoulder,
"Basin, would you like me to make something to carry you in?" He quivers violently for a moment, darting away from you. With a sigh, you continue,
"I guess that's a no, then." Maybe, given his origin, he doesn't like the idea of being confined?
In an effort to keep your mind off of the occasional pain in your arm and your growing hunger, you tuck your wand away, calling the third, still-untested power into your good hand. Rather than trying to bend it to a specific task, you concentrate solely on the feel of it. In the depths of your mind and soul you can feel it, weaker than the other powers, but still there, a warm stench. It isn't unpleasant, exactly, simply unfamiliar. Your thoughts drift toward the things annoying you at the moment. You barely see the ground ahead of you, so closely are you focused. The
power flares, a burst of purple-orange smoke erupting from your left hand. Coughing, you try to wave it away, only to step back in surprise as something speaks from within the thick cloud.
"Whatcha want, lady?"Health:
Body: Heavy bruising
Right arm: Fractured (crudely splinted)
Power: 3/6
Power: 0/1
Power: 4/4
Equipped:
Black robes
Red leather armor
Worn leather boots
Candletree wand (lit)
Inventory:
A few small rocks
Wrapped carnizelle meat
Small brass & iron amulet
3x small silver coins
7x small bronze coins
Steel & flint
Small Quiver
-6x Steel Bolts
Red leather left bracer
Pale flower
[] "Hello? Who are you?"
[] "Bend to my will, weakling!"
[] "Your aid, please."
[] "Undying loyalty."
[] Remain silent.
[] Attack the smoke, along with whatever is within.
[] Run away.