Turn 164
Act One. Scene Seven. Mista J...
"More."
Mista J. grabbed a random bottle and chugged it. Again.
Mista J. discarded the bottle of liquid ten year old alcoholism and picked another at random. With a calm that would have amazed anyone who knew him he uncorked the bottle, placed the cork on the table and took a swig. The bitter liquid lost taste in moments after entering Mista's mouth and he noticed that yes, it was because he lost the ability to feel taste rather than the liquid stopping to be bitter. Mista barely managed to force out a sigh as he placed the bottle down on the table.
{Suicidal depression, 2/5, loss of taste.}
{Tipsy: -1CMP/+1POT}
A start.
Harden the orb into a bar, for, among other things, actual portability.
Duritarum focused onto the orb for a moment and down fell a bar of solid blood. It was a bit longer than a bar of metal would had been, it was more of a rod in shape, but that more added to its purpose than subtracted from it. With this area devoid of life, he'd have to find a new hunting ground, preferably richer than this one. But that was not particularly difficult in a place such as this.
Try to find my way to a main hall and form 2 essences.
CMP [5+1+1=7]
POT [6+1=7]
CMP [6+1+1-1=7]
POT [4]
Cuberac took a few left turns, then one to the right and then rose up a set of stairs only to find himself back in the main hall next to the exit. He was quite certain that he had not ever walked down a set of stairs, but such was the nature of magical buildings. His fingers now looked merely broken, rather than shattered.
turn the dove feather into a phoenix feather, and try to find a seed
Phoenix was one of, if not the, greatest mythical birds. Creating one would be a very complex task, heavy in both time and resources consumed. What Seva tried instead was to replicate a single feather. Even such a small part had some almost miraculous qualities. But the exact balance between how much power phoenix feather would require and how much a feather of a dove could contain was delicate and the task found Seva wanting. The feather turned a bright shade of orange, but that was the extent of transformation.
Stay underwater, I still have some time left. Water-spike this damned thing!
((If this is not possible due to speaking issues... I have a blade. Use it in merfolk fashion. Also, why, RNG? What have I done to you?!))
END [4]
CMP [6+1=7]
POT [1+1=2]
END [5-1=4]
STR [5-1=4]
DEX [4]
{I suspect the RNG is getting back at you for all the times you rerolled 1's}
Kahel looked at the flying jellyfish, feeling more hate than he had ever felt towards anything else. He dived beneath the waves and fired off a spell towards the maddening creature. The splash of water caused by the spell was barely noticeable, as a carp swimming past outdid it in magnitude. But Kahel would not let it end here. Fueled by anger and hate, he pushed through the pain and swam towards the jellyfish. He dived from underneath the waves as a shark attacking a surfer, plunging his sword with deadly precision into the jellyfish. It fell into the water and began leaking thick oil, never to rise again. After long last, Kahel was free of things trying to kill him.
Cautiously explore the tower? Look for useful enchantments to copy.
LUCK [3]
CMP [1+1+1=3]
CMP [1+1+1-1=2]
The tower was even more interesting from inside than it was from outside. The halls tingled with symbols that were reveled and washed away by drifting aether fog on the walls. Several auras permeated the air. However, the magic here proved a tad too complex for Magus N.A. He decided to begin with the obvious and began looking through the writings on the walls. The magic extended from them some good distance away, magically speaking, and was astoundingly strange. Magus had never seen aether woven this way before. Only after the mannequin gently but firmly pushed Magus away to repair the damage he had done with his searches hitting dead ends did Magus consider that it was possible the writings were not purely constructed by aether magic.
Go find Viznor and get the omnicube instructions translated finally.
"Take care, I'll be back soon."
Summon a ring of healing and 2 more cure-alls on the way there.
SPD [(2)/2+2=3]
CMP [4+2=6]
POT [4+1+1=6]
CMP [3+2-1=4]
POT [5+1+1-1=6]
CMP [4]
POT [5]
James took flight toward the frozen mountains of northwest. There was only so much guesswork would carry him through the functionality of the omnicube, which meant striking a deal with Viznor. James prepared some medical supplies for that part of the work. However, he did not get all that far on his trip, as he paused to gawk at massive beholder trying to fight off several mages trying to kill it.
((Taser 2-1 Blade Cannon))
"Two down, four to go! Now let me enchant that sword cannon too."
Enchant the blade cannon so the blade shot absorbs electricity from whatever it hits back into the cannon. 1 +1/+2 and 2 +1/+1 essences.
First is CMP or POT?
Woah! What the hell just happened to all the fire? Oh! You there in the fancy clothes! I'm here to help!
Chorkinaan runs to the Gambler and, unless Gambler disagrees, stops his bleeding by capping off his disintegrated arm's stump with physicality material. Chorkinaan readies himself to block anything physical with the "shield" or dodge anything non-physical.
Playing rough, are you? Take THIS!!!
Fire the dakka cannon at the cyan eye!
Skeliborn
Action:
Enchant the dakka-cannon to drain targets magics into a +cmp ward over members of toam
Should 1000 eyes attack me and I can't dodge then block using Vortex Bane
Summon a glass armband that contracts until the bleeding stops, then place it just above the stump.
If absolutely necessary, move to outside the path of any incoming attack(s).
I pray again to my goddess asking for more help and make the wounds the gambler suffered absent
CMP [6+1+1+2=10]
POT [1+1+2+2=6]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [6]
STR [5+1=6]
LUCK [2+2=4]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [5]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [4+1=5]
CMP [4+1=5]
POT [2+1=3]
Mages split into two groups by their choice of action. The first group, consisting of Nihilum, Chorkinaan and Gambler focused on the fact that Gambler had an alarming amount of similarity to a rare steak. The wound on his arm was a clear priority, but it was swiftly solved with Gambler creating a contracting armband and Chorkinaan wrapping the stump up in special made physicality. Nihilum attempted to deal with the general wounded state of Gambler, but there was too much. Between him and the ring of regeneration Gambler had, they managed to deal with burns on his legs, allowing him to doge a bit more freely. To Nihilum's worry, his goddess remained silent.
{Gambler. No longer END roll on DEX rolls, No longer bleeding to death}
The other group of mages, consisting of Jiksap, Eterna and Skeliborn attempted to make use of their heaviest weapon - the Dakka-cannon - by pouring enchantments onto it to make it more useful. Eterna upgraded the ammo to drain electricity from the enemy to the point of local paralysis while Skeliborn enchanted the blades to drain magic, although any further enchantment he might had wanted faded from lack of power. Jiksap gripped claymore trigger firmly and pulled. The blades flew wide, passing by the Beholder, but when the hope was almost lost the seeking enchantment activated and blades flew towards the Beholder as if drawn by magnets. The green eye began bleeding some yellowish goo, but moved out of the range of enchantment before too much damage was dealt to it.
The very same green eye opened up revealing several rows of teeth, just as large and alarming as they had been within the chitin eye. But rather than try to eat them, the eye breathed out a yellow fog over them, covering the battlefield in yellow mist. If there had been grass or animals here, they would had withered and fled, but what were here were wizards and skeletons. Wizards began coughing as poison worked its way into their systems, but skeletal forces marched onwards. There were three large skeletons with two oversized axes each, and they bravely walked into the pool in an attempt to get closer to the Bigholder.
{Poison field. Each turn, all who breathe poison get a charge of Poison strength. Each turn, END roll for poison will be made against twice the poison strength.}
Main eye:On fire(mild) [Annihilator array]
Secondary eyes:
Red Eye:Burns and tears(Basically dead, blood is flamable and is burning) [Spray Napalm,???]
Green Eye:On fire(Mild), Power drain(1) [Poison fog, teeth.]
Composite Eye of Thousand 879 Eyeballs:Minor dammage, On Fire(mild) [Power Unknown]
Chitin Eye:Basically dead, On fire(mild) [Teeth, Poison,
]
Cyan Eye: On fire(mild) [Lightning, Disintegration]
"Shoot. I must've fallen asleep or something. Where's Jiksap, anyway? Might as well go find him."
Hop onto back of my fastest dinosaur and ride them as they track down Jiksap. Also craft 3 essences.
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SPD [(4)/2+2=4]
CMP [6+1+1=8]
POT [6+1+1=8]
CMP [5+1+1-1=6]
POT [1+1+1-1=2]
CMP [6]
POT [5]
Bob thought about Jiksap. Specifically, he thought about how he seemingly ran off somewhere, leaving him behind. This, of course, would not stand. His level of wizardly coolness rendered appropriate by a swift leap onto the T-Rex and he rode out on his mighty steed to find his friend, towards great adventure with a slight possibility of fighting undead and/or eldritch monstrosities. Sometime, somewhere, there would be a Saturday morning cartoon about all of this.
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