At the battle of the bandsTry and materialise a holographic armor suit for myself. Set his guitar on fire using the magitar, while playing Through the Fire and Flames.
"You might want to drop that guitar."
As you both start playing you can hear the audience go wild. Lovebody seems to have a following, but you can clearyl hear a big group of them shouting your stagename [+1 for rolls]
You play a little riff, trying to make yourself some magical armour, while Lovebody plays a very energetic flamenco tune. [L:3]vs[you:3+1] You manage to make yourself a holographic pink helmet, but nothing more. Your lack of armour doesn't truly become a problem, becaus Lance completely fumbles his piece, failing to produce anything.
"Gah, how am I not able to summon the flames of passion at a time like this?!"You immediatly attempt to riposte, playing like a madman. Lance sees what you're doing, and also begins to play. [you:6+1 audience+1 fitting song] vs [2] Lance completely fails to do anything against your killer guitar skills. The sounds of your flaming solo make Lance's guitar burst into flames. Lance, however, doesn't drop his guitar. Mostly because in his panic he can't seem to get the strap loose.
In a forest, next to a smoldering pit. Natasha looks into the smoldering crater where the dome once stood. "...Anyone still be down there? Hello?"
Yell into the hole.
((In my own GM'ing experience, I've had to deal with setting certain locations and events up, only for my players to make drastically different decisions than what I had previously predicated. Such is the magic of RPGs. I commend you on allowing me the freedom to take an alternate route.))
((Hey, I'm all about freedom. And I can't really get mad about players picking a different path, because half of the time I don't set up a location until it's necessary. I mean, Harry&co's vegetable quest only came into existence after Harry had Nosegay examine the cult whose name I made up as a joke.))
You look into the smoldering pit and yell to see if anyone has survived. You don't hear anything except for the soft crackling of tiny fires. Looking down into the hole, you see that mostly everything was burned. The floor looks sturdy enough however, and what little that you can see from beyond the second staircase seems to indicate that the hall beyond that is in a better state than what you see now.
Moskar Byal sat up where he awoke on the roadside, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.
He grimaced in pain, noting the state of both his busted arm and the appendage that had replaced the severed one, but he didn't particularly wish to dwell on that for the time being. Better to focus on keeping himself alive, he decided.
With that in mind, the lizardman crawls over to the dead wizard with a hiss of pain, grabbing a fistful of the man's robe with his strange new arm.
Tear off a good-sized strip of the wizard's robe (I'm assuming he has a robe? He is a wizard, after all) and use it to bind my wounded arm. Tear off more of the robe for use as bandages as necessary, and then if I haven't lost consciousness rummage through the man's stuff.
((Oh yeah, whenever I call someone a wizard you may absolutely assume they've got a robe. Even if I describe them as not having one, they'll just have one in their hammerspace. Can't have a wizard without a fancy robe, after all.))
You crawl over to the wizard, who by now is laying cold and lifeless on the road. You rip a bunch of strips from the lower part of his robe, since the upper part is far too bloody to be of any use. You get your wounds well dressed and have enough cloth left to put your ruined arm in a sling. You feel rather woozy, but binding your wounds has at least stopped most of the bleeding. You rummage through the wizard's belongings finding a number of interesting things. You find two runestones, inscribed with the ice rune. You find a pale blue gem that feels icy cold to the touch. You also find about 250 gold coins.
Not in Uskaria anymore"Would you look at all these treasures!" Nosegay says, inspecting the weapons.
Take a closer look at the weapons littering the ground. If any look suitably exotic, steal them. Then follow Seanna, making sure to keep my distance from the crazed angel.
I shoot lightning into the air and shout: "We come in the name of vegetables!"
Seanna pushes Angus off of her and sets off to the village.
While angus shouts at the top of his lungs and shoots bolts of lightning into the sky like an overexcited tesla coil, Nosegay inspects the weapons on the ground. They're mostly just crude shortswords and spears, with a couple of flimsy bows strewn over the field, there doesn't seem to be anything special amongst them.
Both Nosegay and Seanna walk over to the village that's close by. It's clear that the village has seen better days. There are piles of vegetable snippets and crude weapons in the streets, like the field they just came from. The biggest building in the town, which you can assume is the town hall, has completely burned down. The door to the smithy has been broken off of its hinges and the windows to a shop which only has a sign with a drawing of a set of dice and fireworks on it have been smashed
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