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"No indeed my good man but perhaps I can offeryou something. How would you feel about joining Cunningham Magical Goods and Services Incorporated? If fact I believe I see potential real-estate as well as a customer! Onward!"
To the tree house.
SPD [(2-1)/2+1=2]Davids body double, as if led by some mysterious greater force, went off by the ways of his predececor and arrived at the treehouse to casualy observe carnage.
"Ah, hello. I am Jase Blackthorn."
Let's take a moment to recuperate. Maybe meditate and repair the damage to my soul, weaving additional aether into it if need be.
CMP [3]
POT [3+1=4]LUCK [6]Jase focused on meditating, trying to fix the damage his previous spells had caused. But soul is a ficle thing, curents of aether swirled around him, Jase could feel them with his wings, yet they did not bend to the spell and did nothing to help the mage.
Crimson, deciding to refrain from helping since he had no idea what to do, didint quite feel like waiting for answers that would not come and chose to look around insted. Among leathery tongues that served as grass there were small pieces of stone strewn around, some even had partial runic symbols carved on them. Some larger structure seems to have been destroyed here.
"Isn't it intriguing? Whenever I kill one of those mages, my magic works just as I intend it to... Not taking risks now, though."
Whaz glanced at the bloody charred remains of a wizard beside him. Perhaps, his ruined robes could serve one last purpose?
Stop the bleeding with makeshift bandages. Then, pick up an axe, and study a Kirby corpse from some distance - he surely wasn't half-turned into a golden artifact the first time I saw him.
LUCK [2]
Tearing up Ryans robes and bandaging up proved to be an easy task for Whaz, especialy so since the axe proved to be sharp enoug to cut through cloth. Figuring out what happened to the round wizard was somewhat harder. It probably had something to do with how he is chained to this golden throne. Not wanting to be the test rat himself, Whaz chose to poke whizard and throne with his axe instead of trying to touch it. And it proved to be a smart idea... sort of. As axe touched one of the chains, remnants of magic that were in the throne flowed into metal axehead turning it into pure gold. It's better than losing an arm, but having trusty axe turned into shoody maul, made even worse by weight reducing enchantment wasn't that much better.
Kick the firefox, while at the same time healing my foot.
Estimate how much time (in turns) Leo has left.
SPD [4]
STR [4]SPD [5]
CMP [1]
POT [2]
DEX [4+1]The firefox tries to brethe fire again, but the spell explodes inside it's mouth, tearing away the lower jaw. Had it been a biological organism, it would probably had been fatal. Irus, however, simply regrows the jaw using magma from other areas of its body. The trick seem to surprise James just enough for the fox to evade mages quick kick.
which dot am I?
Artificially accelerate the glucose metabolism in Leo's body, final equation C6H12O6 + 6H2O -> 6CO2 +12H2O (or C6H12O6 -> 6CO2 + 6H2O, if you want it simplified). This should cause severe damage to his cells due to the large quantity of heat generated in the reaction. -1 for ranged, -1 for specifying the reaction
Move northwards into the hex right above me.
"Need some help with that fox over there?"
CMP [6-2=4]
POT [5-1=4]
Rohan seeing a man close to death trying to tear out his own throat does the thing every nice and sensible mage would do: ease his suffering. By erasing the guy from life of course. With a chant, alhemist raised the metabolism rate of Leo, seeking to have him roast from inside out. But the enchanted metabolism requires extra oxygen, someting that pyromancer was deprived of for last several minutes. He loses conciousness, and in no time his brain is destroyed by various acids that his body created in absence of oxygen.
{Soul goes to NAV}
Grow the vines to hide myself, or, if anything comes close, get nearby plants to hold it in place.
SPD [2+1=3]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [2]
SPD [2]
STR [1+1]Isaacs experiements with plants were sudenly interupted by a massive snake-humanoid hybrid wielding six swords. Not wanting to test skill of the snake woman or the sharpness of her blades, lant mage used the abundand grass he had summoned before in an attempt to imobilize this newfound quary. By his will grass in the courtyard grew a meter and a half tall, increasing in thickness, forming a wall between the two adversaries. The naga hissed at the mages trick and not wanting to risk going into the brush, slashed at it with one of her swords. Somehow, instead of cuting through the grass, it broke and bent it instead. In some increadibly bizare way, the grasses stuck to each other, capturing and traping the blade. Are you hearing things or did the naga just swear silently?
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Fix'd your formula for you 4mask. You had 12 oxygen atoms more on the right than on the left.
Now for
serious news.
I will be gone to countryside where I will have little access to internet (phone) and no access to computer for the next week. Updates will resume on 28th. If Kaladin posts his action before then, his battle with naga will be inserted in this update (12th). If not, a tragic tale of geting decapitated will be inserted in this update.
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