Turn 170
Continue south to the gemstone towers.
Duritarum decided that gemstone towers were more explorable than murky swamp water and walked off towards the nearest one. It was a tower of amethyst, and skeletons that seemed aflame, but each bearing a flame of different color. Duritarum had sneaked over to the entrance without being seen, which gave him a few options to choose from as to how proceed forward.
Act Two. Scene Four. In which MISTA J. GOES SLIGHTLY BERSERK.
"!"
Mista J. stood up, and started running around the castle, screaming about youth, silencing, insanity, and art... in sign language. Along the way, he gives death glares to every mage he sees. The mage who looks the most guilty or taken aback is promptly strangled.
Mista J. began his wild running investigation through the tower with Cuberac, since he was the closest mage present. He didn’t look guilty. Next up was Flare, who also seemed fairly innocent, although the golem he had with him seemed a bit shifty. With nobody found that could be blamed, Mista J. Began thinking about who could had cursed him without even being anywhere nearby. Then it hit him. Jase, the master of the tower, not only would he be able to cast the fairly complex silence spell but he could also cast anywhere within the tower if what he knew about wizardly sanctums were true.
"Well crap. I'm going to be locked in this tower forever, aren't I?"
Observe newly(?) insane mage, try to enhance my hyperbladecube with antimagical qualities. Use two +1/+1 essences on the spell.
CMP [2+1+1+2=6]
POT [3+1+2=6]
Cuberac watched Mista J. go off to gods know where with both disappointment and relaxation. He knew that the important thing to do was not to flinch and it worked. The madmage went away. His hope of leaving the tower at non-dangerous velocity went away. Not knowing how best to react to this Cuberac went to work and added some ability to resist magic to his swarm of hyperbladecubes.
make three more essences.
((should the essences I made last turn show up in my inventory?))
CMP [2+1=3]
POT [2+2=4]
CMP [1]
POT [1+2-1=2]
CMP [3+1-2=2]
POT [4]
Clownman looked around, taking in the place that had suddenly strung up around him. It had been built up most incompetently. Mountains in the northeast sprung up with no hills before them, it was most unnatural. Water to the west went all the way to the edge, twice unrealistic, as there was a lake that was clearly running off the edge and yet there was water there, and there were icebergs in the water, despite air being rather warm. It was as if this was all built by a clown. Clownman did not laugh at that, clowning was much too serious to be laughed at.
"mmmmmmm........maybe its time to take a break from this. I could always set up a room here instead. lets have a look around."
explore the castle, take my animate metal golem with me.
Flare left the council chamber, although not before some really strange looking mage stared at him for about five strangely long seconds and ran off. The Tower had seen better days, it would seem, even if it had been here for no more than an hour. Flare walked through the long, empty corridors, until he reached one door that was seemingly no different from the others. It wasn't different, really, Flare just decided that this was quite enough walking and gripped the door handle firmly. As he did, magic that was hanging over the door discharged into him, burying itself deep within him to wait for the right time to strike. Inside, Flare found a wizard surrounded up to waist with some sort of gas that spilled into the corridor as he opened the door. It would seem that the room was taken.
{Vulnerability curse, Next time you roll END, you get -3 to the roll.}
Kahel blinked, coming back to his senses. Has he fainted for a bit while leaning against the tower walls? Seems like that. His whole body ached, signalling about various injures and maladies that affected it since coming to this bright new world. Oh well. He only needs to push himself one more time...
Conjure and study magical map. Find James the Healer and walk to his spot, with some caution - who knows what experiments he conducts this time around?
END [6]
SPD [(2+1)/2+1=2.5]
Kahel woke himself out of the pain induced stupor, and conjured up a map. Tower gates were closed, but James was always generous with his healing skills. He wasn't even all that far. Of course, he wasn’t all that far by standards of people who were not recently flayed, for Kahel he was quite a distance away, but he was almost getting used to the constant pain by now. He managed to walk over to the decayed eldritch fields before deciding to take a rest and reevaluating his plan as the map showed that James was somewhere in that huge poisonous looking cloud with a monster that was bleeding lightning sticking out above.
Wait, make (three) essences.
CMP [4+1+1=6]
POT [2+1+1=4]
CMP [2+1+1-1=3]
POT [4+1+1-1=5]
CMP [6]
POT [3]
Magus N.A. blinked a few more times as the remaining blurriness went away. It was quite useful having this healing aura around, and he wondered briefly as to how many seers would had been able to avoid blindness with a ring of regeneration.
The Bigholder is finished, and Jiksap has reached his breathing limit. It was time to leave the scene (temporarily). As soon as he gets a breath of fresh... er... water, there are allies to be rescued.
Quickly exit and re-open the suit ventilation as soon as I am clear of the poison cloud.
...Oh yeah, and escape to the south-west.
You know, I'm really getting tired of you 1000 eyes. However, despite your general lack of skill, you managed to hold on for longer than I would have expected. You have fought well but not even you are no match for the combined strength of the wizards who have assembled in this land . I will now show the greatest mercy I can bestow upon a defeated foe and end this.
Skeliborn deals the final blow to the Bigholder using Vortex Bane.
May your soul find eternal peace.
*Cough cough*
Take a cure-all pill to deal with my own symptoms, then begin a mass poison curing by overclocking the liver and kidneys ritual.
Keep my luck-based indestructible glass shield up for defense from any last ditch attacks.
It's almost dead. Decrease the chance of an ally taking serious damage, to protect against death throes.
Chorkinaan, at the edge of the poison fields, casts a spell targeting a huge chunk of the poison cloud, one which enveloped all the magi fighting the bigholder, and increases the weight of the gas, causing it to sink down and spread out under its own weight, offering the magi some breathing room. All remaining essences go into this.
This can be the bugs' problem now!
END [3]
STR [1+1=2]
CMP [1+2=3]
POT [3+1+1=5]
END [6+1=7]
CMP [2+1=3]
POT [2+1+1=4]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [4+1=5]
LUCK [8-1=7]
LUCK [2+1=3]
END [2] vs [9]
END [2] vs [8]
END [1] vs [9]
END [6] vs [4]
END [2] vs [4]
END [6] vs [4]
Jiksap, deciding that he was already pushing his luck a tad too much, ran out of the poison and reengaged his air filters. Almost immediately he began feeling better as fresh oxygen reached his gills. Back in the poison cloud things were not going as well.
Seeing that the Bigholder was almost dead, Skeliborn caught the hero craze and decided to make extra certain that it was dead and that everyone remembered that he did the most work. To achieve that, he decided to get to the Bigholder and cleave off something important. There were only two problems with the plan. The Bigholder was trashing about, which made holding on rather difficult, too difficult for him, as Skeliborn found out after getting close and being tossed back into the lake. The lake that was poisonous, acidic, filled with tentacles and on fire, which was the second problem. To make matters even worse, his blood curse kicked in, leaving Skeliborn struggling in tentacles as his joints ached, his movements slowed down, and his flesh caught fire.
James decided that having blood curse was worse than this poison and began plan b on dealing with this. He swallowed one of his pre-prepared pills for occasions just like this and began a spell to purify the poison out of himself and his allies. But between renewing influence of poison and complexity of the spell the difficulty proved too much for him and he felt his liver churn and twist inside him as the spell failed. It didn’t do any real damage but it was a delay, and at this point delays could very well be lethal.
Fate seemed to smile on the wizards, as Chorkinaan finished weaving his spell at the same time Gambler did, the poison fog flowing down onto the ground and luck moving about to help them. It seemed that there was little left but to heal the injured and celebrate the victory. Then the bubble popped and lightning bolt fried Eterna's left arm into a crisp, ruining any hopes of it being useful without extensive help. Worse still, popping bubble revealed a new cloud of gas that fell over the wizards.
Fate was often considered to be a genie, as when it gave with one hand it took with another. Even though the last attack was dangerous, Bigholder was unable to keep life in its body any longer. It fell back into the lake, bleeding from all eyes, as power ran in rivulets from its main eye along with the blood. But it was not over yet.
As dozens of potent alchemical substances began mixing within the lake, their effects increased and sometimes enabled by the power Bigholder was releasing, the lake began to bubble. First, there were just a few bubbles here and there but soon the water around the Bigholder began to bubble as if it was boiling. As the dangerous elixir began to spread across the lake, bubbles spread with it, marking the spread. Flames intensified as the bubbles reached them, burning whatever vapors were released. So much spell power in one place that was now running out of control would not end well, or silently.
{Jiksap is no longer suffocating}
{Nihilum and Eterna are lethally poisoned and will die next turn if not helped.}
{Eterna is also bleeding and will die in 5 turns}
{Lake explodes next turn.}
{Skeliborn is suffering Numerous small injuries to everything and gains -1 to all physical stats as a result.}
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