Turn Seventy EightFlail away from the fire stoically. If possible, extinguish self.
Gervedder Vietzo, even the most casual observer might agree, isn't particularly pleased about his current situation.
"It would seem that I am on fire now.”His head is, indeed, on fire.
"And somewhat cursed."He is, indeed, inflicted with a curse that makes him liable to fall over at the slightest flail-attempt, which is somewhat worrying given his position on a steep and rocky mountainside.
"How very unfortunate."And it is indeed, quite unfortunate. If only he'd been standing on a fireproof rock like his wise companion Medha Correo the Great, Wise, and Most Beautiful Curse Crafter! He realises the excessive heat near his brain is causing a rapid-onset mental illness when he thinks this last thought, or at least the honorific part of it, or at least the last part of the honorific part of it, and he stoically smacks himself about the head in a bid to regain his senses as he makes a desperate dash for Medha's rock.
He flails at his face and hair with his hands,
...extinguishing his burning headlump like a veteran of self-inflicted fire-related calamities, and charges joyfully towards Medha.
...He jumps, he stumbles, he just manages to land on his feet, and he stands there, still for a good minute, gasping, wobbling,
...and setting his toe on fire.
"Bother."Fire Acquired: Gervedder Vietzo:
Burning Toe!Action: Dispel the unfashionable curse from myself by PURE WILLPOWER. Use Ravena's ear! Oh yeah DON'T FALL DOWN I'LL BE DIED
Lady Foxglove is less pleased than Gervedder was both before he extinguished his burning head and after he ignited his burning toe – curses are
so last season, and she'd rather be burning than... she spits...
last season.
Although, the thought occurs to her, perhaps on this strange world curses are actually in?
The moment of doubt threatens to ruin her attempt at dispelling the offending and repulsively coloured curse with merely the power of her pure fashion sense, but at the last second of mental combat she realises:
she's never seen an image or statue of Ravena wearing a curse! It's normally like some fetching earrings or something else expensive, and never in a clashing colour...
...The almost religious epiphany saves her, and Lady Foxglove saunters about in the air, floating above the burning scorching mountainside feeling quite smug and, even more importantly, super-presentable once again.
She'd probably feel more shame if anyone had
seen her wear the awful thing.
Or perhaps make a stone curse using said rock and some of her accumulated blood.
...Fire is raging all around her, but Medha is a professional. She doesn't let things like intense heat and burning comrades put her off: no! She sits down on her rather warm rock, fetches some of her blood out of the depths of her inventory, heroically chips a flake of rock from under her backside, and concentrates.
She's fairly sure that her invention is unique – not even her mentor had ever crafted something quite so... crafty as this. Behold! she thinks, holding a small vial of prepared curse liquid up to the light – a Curse of Being Stepped Upon!
Someday, somewhere, some fecker of a rock is gonna be taught a lesson, and get really stepped on.
Curse Prepared: Curse of Being Stepped Upon!Extinguish all my burning parts, and move away from the fire..
"Well," chortles Whiz, hopefully, amused at finally acquiring burning hands,
"At least the plants are dead."He thinks things over for a second.
"Ow!"...He beats his hands with his hands, whilst screaming fire! fire! but unfortunately he's trying to put out his burning hands with his burning hands, and all he manages to do is transfer one bit of burning to another bit of burning, and once he's finished all he's got is some right-sided flame on his left hand, and some left-sided flame on his right. The flames feel briefly disorientated, but Whiz just feels still-burning.
...He decides to move away from the fire, which is surely something easier to do than extinguishing fire with fire, but fire is
everywhere, and he just walks into some more fire, and acquires some more fire, this time on his head.
He really feels quite warm.
Fire Acquired: Whiz el Whiznificento:
Burning Head!Activate Rage Flight and uppercut Tackov out of the hole, kicking my legs to propel myself out of the hole. Dump Tackov on the ground and continue rising. Once I'm at a good height above the battlefield, rocket down to the plants while still kicking my legs for the momentum bonus and lightning punch them. If no plants available, choose a random target.
Oh, and vomit all over my own face to extinguish the fire.
GNOGDAMMIT! screams Bukkar, in a nearby hole,
I HAD A WORKFORCE GOING HERE! GET OUTTA MY HOLE!The menace in his voice – and the instruction, in fact – is kind of ruined by his immediately exiting the aforementioned hole,
...flying perilously close to Tackov's chin as he does so, so perilously close that Tackov can smell the burning stench as the air whooshes past him. Bukkar shoots directly up powered by pure anger, reaches a height of several hundred feet, and comes storming enragedly down, fist outstretched.
There's some kind of voice in the back of his head telling him to
aim for the plants! aim for the plants! but he soon ignores it when his surprisingly-competent-for-this-time-of-the-day front of the head tells him there aren't any plants, just flames, fire, burning, and burning colleagues.
Oh well, mutters the middle part of his head, and he screams down,
...punches Gervedder Vietzo in the face with an electric fist, lands quite daintily,
...and then proceeds to vomit what seems to be distilled alcohol all over the particularly unfortunate messenger. And himself.
The distilled vomit immediately bursts into flames.
Damage Acquired: Gervedder Vietzo:
Damaged Face!Fire Acquired: Gervedder Vietzo:
Burning Chest!Fire Acquired: Bukkar Crangrom:
Burning Guts!Give Bukkar the rocks. Don't get hit too hard. Self-extinguish.
"Errr... sorry?" shouts Tackov after the departing – and now even more burning – Bukkar.
"Have these rocks?"He's not sure how it might possibly make things better, but it's probable that that train of thought never actually left the brain station, so he picks up a bunch of rocks and starting launching them out of the hole he's apparently rendered so awful for the poor Bukkar.
...He'll never know if Bukkar is mightily touched by being very moderately touched by a bunch of rocks, causing some mild shin bruising and some less mild cursing, or if Bukkar is in fact terribly enraged; he never even gets time to think about it, because he suddenly remembers his face is on fire, and not only is his face on fire,
...but it seems that in the time it's taken Tackov to throw a dozen large lumps of stone forty foot the fire has spread to his chest.
Still, at least he hasn't vomited for several minutes.
Fire Acquired: Tackov Cedtry:
Burning Chest!snip
snip
Well. I don't know how that happened.
Anyway - Lady F is still flying. Tackov is in his burnyhole with a bunch of dead kobolds. Medha is on a rock. The other three are on fire.
Please ask question if necessary.
Name: Tackov Cedtry
Class: Level 3 Gusty Wind Mage
Status: +1 missile defence. -1 to melee. Naked! -2 to moving 1 more turn.
Health: [HP: 30/60] |
The Vomiting! |
Severed Guts! |
Facial Fire! |
Burning Chest!Abilities: Magical Typhoon I,
Wind Blast I,
Wind Blast II,
Wind Step I,
Squishy,
Sissy Slap FightInventory: Minor Mana Potion x1,
Scroll of Beginner’s Fireball x1, one memorised use of:
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Mouldy Wizard Hat, bits of guts (own), You Bastard the Mangy Donkey,
Cloak of Camouflage, 1 Green Farthing, Several heavy rocks, Some ribs, Scroll of
Airfist I,
Cureall.
Name: Whiz
Class: Level 3 Whiznificent Whiz Wiz(ard)
Status: +1 to lower leg defence. -1 to social interaction. +1 to balancing. -2 to moving 1 more turn.
Health: [HP: 35/85] |
Giant Rat’s Tail! |
Burning Hands! |
Burning Head!Abilities: Red Carpet,
Shield I,
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast II,
Obviously a Powerful Wizard,
It’ll Make You Blind!Inventory: Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver,
Raider’s Dress of Shin Protection, 37 Yuros, Fancy Clothes,
Middling Mana Potion x1, Cutlass, Three daggers,
Minor Health Potion x2, +1 Bolt of Accuracy x4, +1 Bolt of Burning x3, +1 Bolt of Paralysis x2,
Middling Health Potion x1,
Carrying Serf x0 (not currently mounted).
Name: Medha Correo
Class: Level 3 Alchemist Curse Crafter
Status: +1 to gut defence. +1 to chest defence. -2 to moving 1 more turn.
Health: [HP: 30/85] |
Draconic Ribcage!Skull Spider Health: [HP: 25/25]Abilities: Craft Curse Grenade,
Opportunistic Attack I,
Curse Crafter,
Curse of the Fool,
Wandering Asshole,
Curse of the Curse CrafterInventory: Dagger, Half a dress, 73 bandages,
Neckless of the Ribless, Dagger, Lock picking kit,
Iron Cuirass, 211 Yuros, Crossbow,
Brittle Jagged Groinbone Dagger of Good, 4 vials of human blood, 6 vials of kobold blood,
Grenade of the Fool x0, Serpent's Benediction plant x1, Faery-weed x1, A Shiny Stone, Bottle of Dragon Blood, a six foot plank of wood, a rune dagger,
Curse of Being Stepped Upon!.
Name: Gervedder Vietzo
Class: Level 3 Damaged Opportunistic Messenger
Status: +1 to gut and chest defence. +1 defence if moves. -2 to moving 1 more turn.
Health: [HP: 45/85] |
Burning Toe! |
Damaged Face! |
Burning Chest!Abilities: Just a Brainflesh Wound,
Nimble Feet,
This Messenger Delivers,
Make Way for the Messenger! Important,
Stop For DirectionsInventory: Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver, 2 bandages, 2 Yuros,
Iron Cuirass, Crossbow, Gerald the Mule, Two weeks rations and a bedroll,
Apprentice Herbalist's Manual,
Herbalist's Containers x5, Large Cork x1.
Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III
Class: Level 3 Glamorous Ravenhaired Crusader
Status: Extra-presentable! +1 to head, chest and groinbone defence.
Health: [HP: 85/85]Abilities: Ravena’s Ear,
Silent as a Raven’s Wing,
Opportunistic,
Honeyed Tongue,
Vain,
Self-RelianceInventory: Minor Health Potion x2, Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver,
Masterwork Helm,
Flying Warsquid,
Lance, Sword,
Mercenary Squidrider Uniform,
Masterwork Poledancing Pole,
chainmail lingerie, 34 Yuros, 10 bandages, Decent provisions (day) x5, Live eel x700,
Grenade of the Fool x1, Red dragon-scale vest.
Name: Bukkar Crangrom
Class: Level 3 Sprayin' Ragin' Mage
Status:Health: [HP: 45/85] |
The Vomiting! |
Facial Fire! |
Burning Guts!Abilities: Rage Flight,
Rage Lazors I,
Ass of the Flaming Foot I,
Lightning Fist I,
Always Looking For a Fight,
Always HungoverInventory: Sword of Severing! Crossbow, 400 Green Farthings,
Large Sealed Bling Barrel, Large Cork x1, Dragon Body Parts Covered in Bodily Fluids (quantity-small), pick.
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