Turn 228
Doktor Diabolical:
"At this rate, I'll break my record for longest streak of no safety loss."
Doktor Diabolical continues... and says a quick prayer with the intent of contacting the nearest luck god or goddess. Because seriously, what the heck.
CMP [5+1=6]
POT [5+1=6]
LUCK [10]
{Ritual power:47 Of it chaotic:8 Sacrifices left:4}
Doktor continued pouring power into the aether matrix and it continued being stable. This was really weird. He even tempted fate by talking about how lucky he was. It was about time to contact proper authorities. A short prayer to gods of luck later a jinn appeared with an outrageous mustache and a massive ledger.
"Doktor Diabolical, due to some error in paperwork you were assigned excess bad luck three years ago." He looks at your uncomprehending face.
"Remember when you were trying to make a machine that allows you to have toast before you toast it? Yeah, that was it. So you are getting some extra good fortune now to compensate. Oh, and you also should get a minor gift as an excuse for inconvenience. There you go." With that, he snaps his fingers and disappears. You can feel the aether matrix strengthen.
+1 Ritual sacrifice.Chorkinaan looked suspiciously at Markus, eyes squinted with judgement...
I've got my eye on you. This had better not turn out to be another dragonman incident, because the moment you misuse even a single 'bot out of that mass...
Well, suffice to say, I know how to make gray goo a lot less viscous. And when that happens, what hope do you have?
Chorkinaan exits the gates, shooting cautionary glances back at Markus every few steps, and plots a course for the mysterious giant mushrooms he saw from the craggy area in which he met his not-victim. 3 essences along the way.
Wait, dragonman... That's literally exactly how that enormous prismatic dragon ended up destroying the last island, isn't it? Mimic heart and all, I bet. Ugh... Well, history repeats itself.
SPD [(4-1)/2+1=2.5]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [5]
CMP [6]
POT [4-1=3]
CMP [4+1-2=3]
POT [2-2=0]
Chorkinaan gave Markus benefit of the doubt and left. Looking back all the way of course, he might not be planning to destroy the island but he did not make that ax to cut trees, that's for sure. Grass was replaced by gravel which was replaced by sand. The mushroom land shouldn't be too far away.
Let's look for some artifacts, then. Or explore a little more. 3 Essences.
LUCK [4+1=5]
CMP [2+1+1=4]
POT [5+1+1=7]
CMP [1+1+1-1=2]
POT [3+1+1-1=4]
CMP [4]
POT [2]
Magus continued wandering through the Tower's corridors, looking for something to catch his attention but the Tower seemed strangely dormant. No strange doors were found, no strange illusions appeared and no strange monsters emerged. It was somewhat disconcerting.
Retry, adding 2 +1/+1 essences and 1 chaotic +1/+1 essence.
CMP [2+1+3=6]
POT [2+3=5]
LUCK [8]
This time, with some extra force added in, Cuberac was far more successful. Three beak plates split into hypercubes,mixing hard sharpened edges and elastic, damage absorbent insides. Instant swarm, just add magic.
3 essences
CMP [3+1+1=5]
POT [2+1=3]
CMP [2+1+1-1=3]
POT [4]
CMP [3]
POT [6+1-2=5]
Skeliborn continued gathering power. It would be useful one way or another.
Another 4 essences
CMP [1+1+1=3]
POT [4+1+1=6]
CMP [5+1+1-1=6]
POT [4+1+1-1=5]
CMP [6]
POT [6]
CMP [2+1+1-3=1]
POT [4+1+1-3=3]
Gambler continued gathering power and waiting for others to gather. This was taking a while, but tthen again he'd need time to prepare anyways.
Go down the ladder, crystal phoenix first as before
There is more mud downstairs, reaching up to Seva's knees, but it was both thinner and without strange properties of mud upstairs, keeping it traversable. There were two exits from this room, along with whatever this thick layer of mud could hide. There was a lot of dirt to uncover.
Main portal flared to life again, depositing a new mage into what was supposed to be a meatgrinder. His name was
Urghe-Ongho, a man of brutish features and great innate magic talent. Despite his lack of any formal training he struck fear into hearts of enemies of his horde. Now he came to strike fear into hearts of mages that gathered here. He left immediately towards nearby mountains, not willing to stay in the exposed plains.
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