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Search the land for anything of interest. The flares are clearly attracting nothing for the time being.
Duritarum decided that if interesting things would not go for him, he would have to search for them. It took surprisingly little time to discover that one of the cracks in the ground was uncharacteristically deep and lacking in gemstones of any sort. It was wide enough for a man to fit in comfortably, but depth and darkness would make getting down a bit complicated.
Activate the chair. Make 2 essences.
CMP [5+1+1=7]
POT [3+1+1=5]
CMP [3+1+1-1=4]
POT [5+1+1-1=6]
Gambler tossed a spell into his throne winding it up again. Unseen gears began turning and whirring, bending probabilities around it. The sounds became stranger and more impossible until the noise simply stopped. The throne was ready to capture chances again.
"17 mage souls, ready for consumption.
No? I figured that would be too much to ask.
I wish for an endurance more capable of withstanding the blows of a mage."
Asking for more points in endurance, unless a request for a game-winning amount of soul shards would be fulfilled.
"As you command" The genie looking blood elemental faded into a mist of blood that quickly dispersed. Cuberac wondered if it would be worth to wait and see if the creature could actually kill seventeen mages. Probably not.
2 Essences for now.
CMP [4+1+1=6]
POT [1+1+1=3]
CMP [3+1+1-1=4]
POT [5+1+1-1=6]
Surg exchanged news with Ilium and looked over the goods he had for sale. There was little else to do while his leg healed, but heal it did and quite quickly. he could feel bones returning back to their places, and it would take just a minute more for the flesh around the bone to heal.
Two shards a bottle? I'll take eight! ...Or I would, but I only have three shards. I'll take one, please. And yeah, the skeletons were coming out of these odd crystal towers in the eldritch valley north of here.
Chorkinaan trades with Ilium Skydepth and then casts a spell to cap off one end of his magical tube, then creates two essences.
"Crystal towers, eh? It all fits in...interesting."
Ilium pauses momentarily, seemingly distracted by his thoughts.
"Tell you what. Since you've been so helpful, I'll make you a special offer: I'll throw in an extra bottle in exchange for a single shard and a simple favour to be determined in the future, such as assistance with a spell. What do you say?"
If Chorkinaan agrees, exchange 2 bottles of invisibility potion for his 3 shards.
CMP [4+1+1=6]
POT [3+1+1=5]
CMP [6+1+1-1=7]
POT [2+1+1-1=3]
CMP [1]
POT [4]
Chorkinaan capped off one of the ends of his pipe, creating a long and thin can. It was not particularly impressive now, but it would become an extremely nasty part of a weapon in the future. The present, however, involved entirely non-nasty business with Ilium about invisibility potion. Shards and bottles were exchanged, hands were shaken and two people filed each other under "suckers" in their memories.
Well then. Change my designation to 'Hello. Nice tower.'
CMP [4+1+1=6]
POT [3+1+1=5]
Ignoring the strange mage that just walked out of the wall magus changed his designation again. There was a slight stop to Tower processes as it tried to handle the new tag, but magic is a whole lot more flexible than code, and filed magus under "miscellaneous". There was no way to know what consequences this would have.
PMed action!
Damond, Your Soon To Be Doom:
"Firebird? Get out of the way."
FIST. PM sending.
Grab Easter, fly up with him, burning any wings he may have off
First things first. To protect my body: Make a thick tree bark grow over body and staff. +1 CMP and +3 POT.
I would hate calling in the favour from gods for different purpose than originally intented, but my life is in danger. A little tornado with me being in the eye of storm would be nice. Maybe strong winds would snuff out that fake phoenix. And I would love to see how one can punch a wind away.
((I can get that much of help from the promised favour, right?))
SPD [3-1=2] vs [2-1-2=-1] vs [3] vs [2-1-4=-3]
DEX [autosuccess]
STR [6]
LUCK [2]
CMP [6+1+1+2+3=13]
POT [1+1+2+3=7]
STR [4+1=5]
END [2]
LUCK [10,1,5,1,8]
END [1+2-1=2]
END [2]
END [1+2-3=0]
Seva attempted to capture Easter, but his augmented reflexes allowed him to escape fearsome claws of the phoenix. He swiftly retreated back to headless corpse of Jackson, gripped it firmly and flew high into the air. In his haste he shook the corpse too harshly, causing the treasure - the ten shards that were on the body fall to the ground. This gave Damond an unique chance that he was not going to waste.
Damond rushed towards the shards, grabbing them while barely even slowing down. He rushed towards the true prize. He consumed the shards to empower his skills and leaped forward, rolling and rising in a swift motion. In his left hand rested the staff of Shias. He planted the staff firmly in the ground, raised his right fist, charged the fist with magic and struck. It is unknown if he misjudged the power within the staff or his durability, but that did not matter. The power leapt out of the staff, focused and pointed by the strike it flew towards Shias, the blast too wide to dodge. It sent ghost of Shias flying away and causing his chest to melt into ectoplasm. But it was where the trike flew afterwards that was important. For just behind Shias was the gate to the Plane of Fire. Energies of the strike and the staff met with the gate and exploded.
At first, it seemed as if this whole mix of magic would implode relatively harmlessly, but then unknown forces were overcome and fire flooded out. Easter and Shias were too far away to be affected, while Seva cared little even for harshest of fires. Damond was neither far enough nor immune. Fire seared all of his skin into ash within moments. Then the energies of the staff began expressing themselves and Damond's body was pierced by countless shards of wood, accelerated to speed of sound by the explosion. As the whole structure began taking shape, flames were blocked from going certain ways. Damond stood in a place where all of this blocked off fire was focused. Not even his bones survived the heat, and he saw no more.
For those from further away the magic was still continuing. A shell of wood began building around the fireball, focusing fires through long vents that grew on the shell. At the bottom of this shell there were four vents, each for one cardinal direction, each larger than any vents above. Amber leaves sprouted on the smaller vents as the whole structure continued to grow. Finally, the top of the structure spun in onto itself, blocking off the last direct sight of the flames, and morphing into a gigantic bud surrounded by dazzling aura of sparks.
Some distance away, Shias ghost got itself back up and experienced a second tragedy within this minute as he realized that his body was most likely gray and powdery by now.