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Was the fox worth any shards? I suppose they would go to David.
Summon a minion with 7 shards. Summon bottles with my new summoning magic.
LUCK [7]
CMP [2]
POT [4+1+1=6]
LUCK [10]James crushed seven shards and sent out a call to the void. Violently breaking against eachother, shards decended into the earth, and from that p[oint rose a burly troll. It looked around curiously, identifying it's new suroundings. Mage then turned to weave a spell with it's newfound skill. The result was somwhat less than satysfying, a hollow cube of glass apeared, roughly a cubic meter in size. It's capability to serve as a bottle was greatly hampered by the fact that it had no opening to make use of it's hollow core.
Have the roots of the grasses move dirt to create a pit-fall trap in front of the naga, then when it falls in, cover the pit in plants.
SPD [3+1=4]
LUCK [10]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [4]SPD [6+1=7]
STR [6]Naga, not wanting to enter a field of plantlife that her oponent could controll at will mercilesly cut down grass stalks. In her wild swinging, one of her swords was cought and tangled within grasses, tearing out of her hand and embing into the ground nearby. But that ferocious flailing did it's job, betwen naga and the mage there now was a wide path with not a single blade of grass on it.
Isaac, however, had diferent plans, chosing to go for more sneaky aproach. Just as naga finished clearing the path, his spell finaly finished it's work, diging out a pit underneath warioress who was farr to bussy to notice it. At once, a path of land colapsed, dropping surprised naga a meter downwards. Yet the spell failed to cover the pit, as there were no plants left around to use. Naga was certainly surprised by this move, though judging by how firmly she grasped onto the edges with her hands, this would not hold her for long.
"Hrm... Fresh murder, indeed. But not with this axe, sadly. Well, perhaps another try? A small improvement... Yes...
I use shadows from across the room to weave and create a sharpened dark edge for my axe.
CMP [3+1]
POT [5]Using cube of solid darknes he had summoned previously, Whaz atempted to improve his weapon. Shadows bent and twisted trying to adhere to mages will, yet the ned result was a hammer with only barest reasemblance to an axe. On one hand, it was the closest thing to "success" he had, on the other, it still was not quite what he wasnted. Is this a sign that his art was not curse, or a sign that he should ho bludgeon somone, Whaz did not know. There were ways to find out, some more bloody than others.
((Aww, I wanted to try stuff on that fox.))
"My first couple of tries didn't work so well either. But maybe I can help you out."
Manipulate the aether inherent in the wing spell to enhance Crimson's wings, strengthening them enough to allow him to fly.
Let Jase enhance my not so large wings.
CMP [6]
POT [4+1=5]
END [3]Jase weaved his magic into Crimsons tiny cherub wings, trying to make them greater, a variant of the wings he used. And his success was marked by both growth of force fields on Crimsons back and force mages pained screams. Not only the spell increased the wings in size and power, it also created an ethereal nerve system, causing great pain to their wearer. Crimson fell face forward on the ground, his conciousness being a dubious factor as he seemed to be in too much pain to do anything but scream.
"Yeah, that also happened to me. I think that this might be an integral part of the spell."'Hmm... I believe the best way to go would be the castle, "yawn", buildings of brick and mortar is usually where dreamers lie,"doze off, then snap awake", asleep
((If this is annoying i'll stop.))
Stretch, then walk off to the castle
((It is not annoying, in fact Yay for roleplay))
SPD [(4-1)/2+1=2.5]Mr. Sandman looking for a shade to nap in, decided that the castle was his best bet to sleep undisturbed. Somewhat lazily, he headed towards the castle in a half stumble, half run ending up between two lakes and the castles northeast wall.
((mhm... or I can do this.))
Extending a hand, Rohan begins to accelerate the rate of reaction between hydrogen and nitrogen around his hand, forming a small cloud of ammonia around it. Taking out a bottle from his belr (he is an alchemist, after all), he allows the ammonia to fill it and then puts a cork in it.
N2 + 3H2 -> 2NH3
And yes, both diatomic nitrogen and diatomic hydrogen exist as free molecules in the air around us. Not sure what I'm going to use it for, but you never know.
CMP [3]
POT [5-1=4]
Rohan prepeared a bottle to contain the product and began weaving a spell to make use of local atmosphere. Several gases mixed and merged to create a new compound. Yet within the mix there were plenty of oxygen and the spell was not picky. Within seconds, all of amonia that was created burned away in a pale yellow and green flame.
"Hey guy. Mind lending me a shard and or summoning a writing utensil?"
David borowed a shard from Jmames for some mysterious purpose.
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This kind of troll
Immagine this form, but shadowy
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