Turn 72
"How unfortunate. At least there's more slaves to be had." Try again.
CMP [6]
POT [2+2=4]
LUCK [3]Raman refused to venture forth without at least some demonic enchantment, calling again for a general deamon to be used as a boost. This time, results were more impresive, but not by much. One that he summoned was traped within daemonollogists right leg, coloring it sicly purple, yet resulting in absolutely no other changed properties.
shape the cube into a short sword.
HEY YOU WITH THE BIG SWORD! WHATS YOUR NAME?!
CMP [6+1=7]
POT [2+1=3]Despite Flares' atempts, steel refused to take up a shape of a proper weapon. It changed form into a hexagon, which was kinda closer to a shape of a sword, but still not realy usefull and still with razor sharp edges. Could it be that fate prefers maces? The guy with proper sword did not react to ferromancers shouting, maybe he was lost in thought, maybe he was just too far to hear.
First James uses 6 shards to increase his endurance stat.
Then he walks up to Azenfar and says
"Hi. I'm James, sorry about our introduction. You look like you could use some healing."
"Alright. If you're willing to offer anything in exchange, that would be great. Maybe one shard?
I'll heal you either way."
Fully heal Azenfar.
Then craft 2 more healing essences.
CMP [4+1+1=6]
POT [2+1+1=4]
CMP [2+1+1-1=3]
POT [6+1+1-1=7]
CMP [6]
POT [1]
CMP [5+1+1-3=4]
POT [4+1+1-3=3]Deal made, James got to work. It was surprisingly rarely that he had a chance to practice benevolent side of his skills in this place. He began by fixing gaping wounds in Azenfars' chest, as he was close to bleeding out from these. The spell was almost enough to fix the damage, but not quite. Second spell had a bit too much power and slight lack of control, resulting in any wounds Azenfar had being quickly closed off by cancerous cells. Oh well, if he wins and acends, then he won't need to worry abaut such things as cancer. Neither will he wory if he get's killed, but James remained positive.
Don't let him get away! One more strike and since he's running away, aim it at his back.
Abomination needs to quit playing around and end him. Two more aether essences.
BECOME A PORTAL TO THE WARP, ALL SHARDS USED TO DO SO
Time to run. Away from the iron man.Once I can feel magic again and if the iron man is still near me then steal Density from his armor and apply it into my arms.
SPD
[5-1=4] vs
[6] vs
[2] vs
[5]STR [2]END [2]END [2+1=3]STR [2-1=1]END [4]CMP [3]
POT [5+2+10+5=22]
LUCK [1]
CMP [4+1=5]
POT [6+1=7]
CMP [3]
POT [4]Crimson struck again, and once more Ishin shruged off the punch with no damage. Was it because he now moved slower and couldn't get the momentum? Was the null field affecting his metalized body? Even though his opponent was in too much pain to move, Crimson could not inflict any reasonable damage.
Despite Jases' encouragment, abomination continued smacking sorceror just hard enough to hurt. It would prove to be it's undoing, as Romanticarnus realised something. Even it this damned silence, there was still a source of power. Even with his body mangled, it still had a use. Sacrifice. He began by igniting shards he had with magical flame, shaped the purpose of the spell, and then threw his own soul into the mythical flames. Dormant chaos energies of essense he had once coaxed from warp portal burned too, but they were diferent. Crafted from power that once belonged to Malal they rebeled, distrupting purpose of the spell and transforming it all into raw destructive power. Burning power instantly burned both abomination and Romanticarnus to ash, but as it spread outwards, null field took efect. Two spells of great power fought violently before both dissipated, destroying eachother uterly. Unnatural silence dissapeared, as Crimson regained his wings and tools.
{!Null field gone!}Continue the travel. May the luck be with me this time!
SPD [(3+1)/2+1=3]
LUCK [4]Kahel continued his trip back, once more fairly uneventfull all the way to the end. As he stood next to the shore of blood filled lake, he noticed that something huge and invisible was burned away by a pale flame. Few mages were located near this anomaly, and likely would be able to tell more.
No, the warlock of Untherkan entered the arena. Some would make jokes abaut is name. They would usualy soon notice that somone was looking at them, a cold unblinking gaze. Few would survive five minutes after noticing. Rest would actualy have time to feel regret.
Poll
19 (46.3%)
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