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"Hello troll! What's your name? I'm James Mackenzie. I summoned you."
((I forgot to give James a last name on his sheet. It's Mackenzie.))
Talk to my new troll friend.
"Here's a shard David. You owe me one."
Give my last shard to David.
Summon a healing pill.
Name's Grundar and oh boss, are you ever a lucky fellow to have summoned me. I can already see that you need some good advice. I mean, just look at the two guys you caught. One is scrawny, no meat on him, and the other is alchemist! Let me tell you boss, there is absolutely no way to fix the taste of an alchemist. All their work has blighted their flesh all the way to the bones. What's worse, there can be afterefects. No, realy. Once I ate an alchemist whole, was realy hungry that day. For the whole next week I was farting fire. But no wories boss, With me here you have nothing to fear. Even that scrawny guy can be of use in a soup, and alchemists usualy burn well. Both meat and firewood are present, we only need a cauldron now. Do you know where we could get one?Riiight. Don't eat anyone just yet. I want to try something.
CMP [4]
POT [3]James focuses his powers in a single spot, and with a loud "pop" a red pill materialises in the air. Not quite the SCP-500, but should help with bruises and cuts nonetheless.
Action one: Gain Enchantment. And enchant my finger for rune making.
Action two: Draw some enchantment runes on the cube and see what happens.
David was meanwhile bussy trying to improve his runecrafting skills with magic he had never used before, by using it on his own flesh. No way at all this could go wrong!
CMP [3-1=2]
POT [3+2=5]
LUCK [9]Davids index finger on left hand flashes with briliant ligh, as it turns from flesh to metal. Short inspection reveals that the finger can still move, yet now has lost any sensitivyti to being touched, making it rather dificult to use in fine art of rune carving.
Bind and strangle the naga with some thrown seeds that will grow into vines.
Trap her like I am trapped! But with more murder.
Hey, how about we don't fight? I let you do whatever you were doing, and I just leave?
"So be it, then. May the blood flow across this lands, empowering me further. Let the reign of death commence!"
I gain a previously discussed Death affinity. And head to the castle gates to bash open heads of those who linger my forthcoming progress in magical arts.
SPD [1]
LUCK [9]
END [5]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [4]
SPD [3+1=4]
STR [3]As Isaac was trying to negotiate, naga was bussy geting rid of diplomatical disadvantage i.e. being in a pit. Remaining five of her swords were thrust in the ground around the pit to provide leverage, and naga almost flew out of the pit, her charge powered by five strong hands. Unfortunately for her, ground surounding the trap was loose, and her mighty leap turned in a fall as the ground under her swords gave in. Only by performing increadible acrobatic tricks (leting away from the blades and grabing onto whatever) allowed the warrioress to remain out of low ground. Now unarmed and angry, naga slithered towards imobilized Isaac.
"Sorry, but I have explicit orders to kill anyone invading the castle. And you... you will not have the luxury of going to oblivion quicly."With these words, naga wraped her tail around Isaac further restricting his movement and raising herself above mages head. Her six hands reeled back and started punding unlucky guy all, over. But by the virtue of vines softening up the blows, and some increadible will and endurance gained from long trecks in the nature, Isaac remained concious and his mind remained coherent enough to cast a spell. Vines that were spun around him grew outwards, capturing and entangling all six arms of fierce assailant.
When Whaz walked out from the keep to check on Mezala he was greeted by most curious sight. His companion and a ball of vines were aparently trying to outbondage eachother.
Continue sleepily to the castle, I need a nap!
SPD [(6-1)/2+1=3.5]Mr.Sandman aproached the castle gates and was greeted with some sort of modern at exibition. Or mabye a carnival, possibly a fair of sorts. A large half woman half serpent had cought a ball of wines with her tail, but her hands were caught by the very same vines.The path to castle was two parts savana one part pit, and over in the courtyard was some guy carying a large, completely black hammer. It could also be a circus act in practice. An escape trick of sorts.
Off we go, then. Fly to the mountain. Once we get there, attempt to summon an aether blade (-1) like a psiblade.
Endure the pain. Follow Jase towards the mountains by flying if I manage to recover. If not, then just walk towards the destination.
END [6]
SPD [(3+1)/2+1=3]
SPD [(6+2)/2+1=5]Crimson atempted to overcome the pain with focusing entirely of geting in the air and moving forwards It works so well that not only the pain fades away, but also any thought of his actual destination and voice of his newfound friend. As he rose to fly, cCrimson did not stop until some way past the last mountain. Jase, unburdened by pain folowed after, usucessfully trying to talk some sense into force mage. When they finaly landed, Aether wielder continued with the original plan, waiting for Crimson to pick himself up from the ground after a long flight.
CMP [2]
POT [2]But it would seem that the flight had tired him out just as well. Feedback from the spell rendered his hand numb for a few minutes, bringing with it no other effect.
frown and try it again. Move to a slightly different location if necessary.
CMP [6+1=7]
POT [2-1=1]
Yet again Rohan tried to craft something useful from the atmosphere and yet again his spell fused amonia with oxygen. This time, however, it fused it in entirely diferent way, creating nitring acid in the bottle. But with all the focus on form, alchemist had forgoten acount for mass, and thus only a few drops of acid were created.
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Thank gods and Salsacoockies for chosing that purple glow. Turns out your base collor is almost invisible in baren hills.
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