Turn 266
Time to see if I can use this dagger to blink away while grappled. If not, try tearing this thing's lower jaw off.
SPD [5] vs [2]
LUCK [7]
END [1]
Another kill foiled by divine interference. But Cuberac didn't have time for such thoughts, he had to escape and he had to do it right now. Dagger cut through space and Cuberac moved forward... but some bits of him seemed to want to stay with the hydra. The cloak he had looted stayed entirely, and the hat was lost somewhere halfway, but some other, more fleshy parts of him were somewhat more indecisive. In parts where the hydra's teeth had gripped him Cuberac's skin was removed entirely, with some minor muscle tearing at the center. But he was outside of the blast radius that claimed the undead army.
"Well then gentlemen, take me to your boss."
Go with these glorious heralds, onward to a fate unknown.
As Ilium moved forward with the lesser angels, things began growing grim. Corridor walls began shifting in strange colors punctuated by flashes of light. Echoing laughter came from nowhere and everywhere, growing louder and more twisted with each step. Soon, the path ended revealing a massive figure watching what seemed to be an theatrical performance. It too was dressed like a clown, but not a friendly circus one but a menacing theatrical one and all of it's apparel was impeccable. It wore a porcelain mask that was shaped in a menacing grin.
"Greetings, wizard. You will know me as the Laughing God. I shall be brief. Everything is going sideways and your talents might help it fall slightly straighter. You shall serve for the rest of your life, and afterwards, well, we'll see how well you do." It had a booming voice, eerily reminiscent of the echoing laughter.
"Ah, but worry not. You have been quite amusing so it won't be as bad as you fear. Where I'll send you, nobody knows the kind of magic you do. You shall be free to mess with people, it will be your job even. Push the fools into nice angry piles. For now, sit here and have a look at the scene. You will be working with them after all! "Agreed. Been nice working with y'all."
If there are any threats, have the stiletto stab them. To death. Give Skelliborn my ring in an attempt to help stop the ... boiling. Once he's better, take it back.
If this is the real end, set off in search of new horizons.
((Well at least I survived.))
Final? Action: Aid Gambler in his search for new horizons.
Before Skeliborn can use his sword on the portal, James turns the omnicube back into a cube and pulls it out. Then Skeli can attack the portal if it's still there.
James also fully heals any lingering injuries anyone has.
"We made it. A few of us. What a sad waste of lives that tournament was."
Seal (Destabilize?) The Portal Using Vortex Bane
Gambler moved his healing ring on Skeliborn to stabilize him while James began actually healing him. It took some effort, but Skeliborn recovered well enough, unbearable pain being a common occurrence to wizards meant that mental damage was minimal. The blood curse would leave him more vulnerable than what he was when he entered, but there were ways around that. Once he recovered, Skeliborn and James began looking for the portal exit but found nothing. It seemed to truly be a one way thing, possibly due to magic dictating the rules of the tournament. Once out you were out forever.
The mages split up afterwards. James returned to healing people, wandering the land wherever his call would take him. His powers to heal were augmented greatly by his newfound ability to call objects to him. No he was able to deal with causes of harm as well as harm itself. In time, he would be declared a holy figure, a saint that pushed away injury and raised the destitute, always having just the right thing that was needed to help. Many religious missionaries followed his trail, wishing to meet the legend, although none succeeded and he passed knowing of neither his sainthood nor his fame.
Skeliborn still had tasks that were undone, debts that were owed to the God of Crafting. He would spend his life building wealth and favors to launch an expedition to recover the items that the God had tasked him with recovering. But only two of three could be found, the third piece was destroyed and Skeliborn disappeared alone, carrying only his blades and the two pieces of the unknown construct. None heard of him again, but adventurers soon reported a mountain of blades appearing in the dessert. Within the mountain was a blade of teal glass and gold with a head sized ball of ruby in the center. It was said that it was the result of Skeliborn building the third part and this was the new form of the God-Machine. The God remained, silent and over time, the story of the mage of blades was forgotten.
Gambler and Sharrin went towards the horizon. A mage without magic and a wolf with sorcery. The two became fairly famous, for the short days they'd spend in civilization before venturing out towards the unknown again. Maps made by them were among the rarest and most expensive objects an adventurer could acquire, detailing places that were lost to the knowledge of mankind, or even never known in the first place. Kingdoms rose from exploiting the information that they brought in, with a hundred legends for each of their travels. Some were even true.
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