Bob Robertson
You take a running start and leap into the air, slowly gaining altitude. It takes you a few minutes to get to a suitable altitude to clear the mountains easily, and you proceed to scout out the area outside the site. It will likely take you between 15-20 minutes to get a clear picture of the area, then followed by another period of 10-15 minutes of sketching the map out. Or at least it would, because suddenly, it starts hailing, forcing you to take shelter in a cave to prevent damage to your wings. All four of your heads look towards the mouth of the cave at the falling hail, wondering when it is going to let up, before making sure your wings are not too damaged. An inspection finds that your wings haven't been too badly damaged, and you will still be able to fly, but there are some puncture wounds that are bleeding. Nothing too serious, though.
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Tal Mi Awl
You take your time, a few minutes being spent on sizing up the others, determining who would be the best target for you to strike your scroll against. You finally decide upon your target to be Vaclav Sykora. He's the most 'normal' around here, and you don't really like to see normality too much. Remaining careful so as to remain hidden, you sneak up to the point where you can cast the scroll, annd read off the runes. The hail begins outside, providing the perfect mood for what is going to happen, in your humble opinion. You watch as the sleeves of his robe tear under the stress of the growing feathers, as he writhes in pain, but not emitting any sound. You observe him gain enough will to yank off the leather boots and the legs transforming into tarsus of an hawk, but maintaining a partially human internal structure. Your target's hair falls out are replaced with the feathers of a Red-tailed hawk. You leave just as the beak is coming in. You have other things to do, like expand your distance so that things can at very least somewhat cool down.
Scooby
You travel over to the ruined tower, and begin attempting to excavate a portion of the structure, attempting to find something akin to an entrance to an underground superstructure to explore. Much of the rock is too large for you to manipulate, but that which you cannot manipulate you manage to find ways through. A few minutes and a few scrapes later, you head over to the partially collapsed tower instead, reasoning that it would be easier to search than the one that is totally ruined. As you approach the tower, it begins to hail, so you sprint inside, narrowly making it into the structure before being hit too much. After nursing your pains for a short while, you decide to have a general look around, since you had primarily been interested in the main structure earlier on, and hadn't had the time to explore this area too well. Careful to remain under the remaining sections of the roof to avoid the hail, you don't find too much. However, you do find something interesting after picking up a couple silver coins. A small crack in the wall to a hidden alcove inside the wall. There appears to be rubble inside, but there might be just enough room for you to fit inside.
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Alisine
You proceed to work upon the next scroll. It should take around 10 minutes to complete the various runes, bindings, and incantations to finish the scroll. After around 4 minutes, you hear it begin to hail outside, but you don't pay it much mind and continue on with your spellweaving.
Vaclav Sykora
You proceed to wander around the premises of the building, before heading to the bedding area to claim where you will be sleeping. You soon feel a twinge of magic, before doubling over in pain. The spell has rendered your vocal cords unable to produce a sound. You feel the back of your sleeves and the upper seams of your robe parting til the belt, tearing in someplaces, and something proceeding to fill out in those areas. You begin feeling the tingle of magic in your legs, and you ignore the pain for long enough to yank off the boots you had brought. You stare shocked as your legs take on a partially avian appearance. Soon, the hair upon your head begins to fall off, something else growing in its place. You nearly cry out in pain at the feeling of your facial structure rearranging itself. You become even more scared, if that was possible, when your bones cut through your lips and nose, causing bleeding for a time before it hardens into a beak-like structure. As the pain subsides and the transformation finishes with something growing, which you believe is a tail based upon the rest of your transformation, your voice returns. As you look yourself over, you see that the feathers you have grown appear to have the appearance of a Red Tailed Hawk. You feel lighter, probably from your bones hollowing out. You make a note to be even more careful in exerting yourself when you do anything, so as not to break a bone, during which you take note that your vocal chords have shifted in pitch. A quick check confirms that your ears have changed to a more internal structure. You take a look at your arms, and find that you still have a humanoid hand structure, but you note the wings that have grown down from your arms, going from slightly beyond your hands to shoulder to waist long feathers. You feel as if your skeletal system in your arms has shifted to better accommodate movement, probably for flight. Overall, you feel a great deal more agile, but weaker and more fragile.
Jule Orien
You find yourself along a derelict pathway leading up into the mountains. You had gotten lost when you were heading back home from the college, and were attacked by a group of bandits. You ran, expending the precious few scrolls you had to get away, losing your staff that you had trained with for some time in your hurry out of there. For some reason, they had stopped following you when you started to run up into the mountains, but you just kept running to get away. Now you are even more lost, and most of what you had to defend yourself with is now lost. You begin mentally reviewing if you can replicate any of the scrolls, but when your mind tries to think of the runes, they fade into obscurity. You silently wish that you had increased your magic affinity so that the magic within scrolls could be reproduced more than five times, and after the one hour period of time that the energies of a spell had to fade. As you search for a physical weapon, it begins to hail. You run through the hail, getting pelted multiple times, before you come across a cave. Without thinking, you rush inside, going fairly far back into the cave. As you catch your breath near the back, before a passageway that leads further in, you hear something land outside. Something big. You hurriedly rush deeper into the cave, to the point where whatever it is cannot see you from the outside. You hazard a glance around the corner whan you hear whatever it is turn around, and you quickly press against the wall, a short distance away from the bend. You think you just took cover in the shelter of one of the rare winged hydras.
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Sorry if the colors are hard to see.
Hachnslay, you don't need to post an action this turn, your character is busy making a scroll. The reason it didn't take two turns last time was because everyone was making a scroll.
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