Hmm, it appears everything is in order, I see that now I serve all of you. How about some refreshments for the trip?
Give some delicious food to my allies. If possible, put a barrier on myself. Get to the dock.
(Ronove aff: 1+2)
(Ronove aff: 4+2)
(Merc 1 aim: 6+1)
(Ronove agi: 5+1)
(Merc 1 aim: 1+1)
(Ronove end: 3-1+2)
(Barrier deflection: 6)
(Merc 1 end: 5)
Being the loyal butler that you are, you rummage through your serving cart until you find six perfectly ordinary grilled cheese sandwiches, and distribute these amongst your allies before erecting a barrier of pure repulsive force the size of a pool-table in front of you and walking towards the dock. As you approach the wooden structure, a troop of five guards armed with pistols walks out of a small shed on the dock. One of them notices you and alerts his friends before firing his weapon, but you merely chuckle as the shot bounces off of your barrier and pegs the man in the shoulder, forcing him to drop his weapon as his arm goes limp. The remaining guards take aim at you, but don't fire after seeing what happened to their friend.
"I don't know, man. This is sum CRAZY shit goin' on."
Murphy makes sure the reed on his instrument is wet, and strolls over to Dock, preferably while playing a bit of smooth jazz.
You put the sandwich from Ronove in your pocket before wetting your reed and following him to the dock, playing a bit of smooth jazz as you go along. Five guards walk out of a shed as you arrive, and one of them tries to shoot Ronove, who laughs as the bullet bounces off of some sort of invisible wall and gibs the man's shoulder. The four other guards see this and immediately raise their weapons, although they are careful to avoid shooting and ending up like their friend.
Time to start shredding, lets see what this baby can do!
Take aim at the nearest clump of trees, start wailing on the guitar and head banging to test my hair magic.
(Arnold aim: 2+1)
(Guitar burn: fail)
(Arnold aff: 6+2+1)
Turning towards the jungle, you begin to shred out an epic solo on your guitar, sending chunks of bark and leaves flying as visible waves of sound collide with the foliage. Several of the bits of debris catch fire as they fly through the air, although they don't seem hot enough to light the jungle on fire, for better or for worse. Continuing your solo, you try to exercise your new magical abilities by headbanging and focusing on your thrashing locks. Your hair immediately grows to nearly the length of a bus, before weaving itself into a massive fist above your head. As you continue to play, the fist slowly extends its index and pinkie fingers, in a symbol that is universally recognized as 'ROCK ON'! Ending your solo with a final burst of flaming sound, you notice something warm tucked into your waistband. Pulling this foreign object out, you find it to be... a grilled-cheese sandwich? Ronove shoots you a thumbs up from over by the dock, where a worried-looking group of men seem to have rifles trained on him and Murphy.
"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!"
Chop at a random plant. Maybe eat some food. Determine how to use my kukuri as a short- or medium-ranged weapon.
(Jason str: 1+1+1)
Wolfing down the sandwich that Ronove hands you, you take a tip from Arnold and decide to murder a nearby palm tree with your new weapon. Standing about fifty feet away, you swing your kukuri at it, the blade passing through a small portal and popping out by the tree to make a decent-sized gash in it, without it ever leaving your hand.
thank you for the food good sir, well just let me test this here spell and well be off.
grab some food for later , attempt to hasten time around a nearby crab to see if its possible
(Rand aff: 3+2)
Taking your sandwich, you find a small crab scuttling in the sand and attempt to accelerate time around the tiny creature. It begins to scuttle many times faster, digging for food in the sand with claws that are almost too fast to see.
"...Right. Where are we even meant to go with this?"
Fire fire rats at the sand. If they burn, begin bloodshaping them together, if they don't, put them in small orbs of magical force and store them for later use.
(Yafnag aff: 4+2)
Taking your sandwich an placing it beneath your hat, you proceed to fire a volley of flaming rats at the sand in front of you. As the rodents scamper around and burn to death, you use your powers to gather their blood into a sphere about the size of a basketball. You're 99.9% sure that somewhere, a member of PETA is crying right now.
Merc 1: Unarmed. Gibbed right shoulder
Merc 2: Celadrix Handgun. Fine
Merc 3: Celadrix Handgun. Fine
Merc 4: Celadrix Handgun. Fine
Merc 5: Celadrix Handgun. Fine
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