Turn 215
((Out of curiosity, is Mista J's clone mucking around in the castle still?))
Doktor Diabolical:
"It will not be long now... MWAHAHAHA!"
The ideal factory-bot has three main components: transmutation, part fabrication, and assembly. Though Doktor Diabolical's intent was to create the transmutation component, he instead created the assembly component. No matter. Using a +1/+1 essence and a +1/+2 essence, Doktor Diabolical assembles the recently created parts(0 because using materials) into a robot assembly(-1?) robot that obeys his orders(-1).
Afterwards, he uses 2 +1/+1 essences to assemble(0) the pile of generic parts into a scout drone(0 or -1) that obeys his orders(-1) and sends it to investigate the corpse of the totem guy who committed suicide up north.
((Doktor's master plan, you say? No, I'm not telling you that, though I will tell you some rejected plans...
1. Magical Borg.
2. Convert the platypus or whatever it is on now into a robot.
3. Creating an anti-god weapon, then fabricate shards, killing the gods that try to interfere and taking the shards from them.
The plan Doktor's using is a bit more feasible and sane.))
CMP [2+1+1+1-1=4]
POT [3+2+1+2=8]
CMP [2+1+2-1-1=3]
POT [5+2+2-1=8]
{The clone has long since evaporated.}
Doktor moved forth with his diabolical plan and assembled his robot assembly. Automation! Given parts it would make robots. It could even make specific robots, although usually it would just make whatever it had parts for. There wouldn't be any spare parts for it just yet though, as that pile Doktor had was all going into a scout drone. It was a clunky looking thing that belched smoke, and once activated, spat out enough fire to scorch dirt before flying off like a missile. It didn't explode once it hit the ground, probably because all explosives had already burned up.
Retrieve the dark cube and form an essence.
{Do you mean the glass cube? I'm asuming you mean the glass cube.}
Cuberac looked around like someone looking for their keys in a mildly clutered room. There should had been an entirely dark cube somewhere around here, he clearly remembered dropping it here. Alas, it was nowhere to be found. Had someone found it?
Skeliborn was focusing power. There was little else to do while waiting for his friend to return. He was thinking about swords, and how sad it was that he could only wield two of them at the time.
((Did I not say to respect royalty...))
4 essences
CMP [5+1+1=7]
POT [2+1=3]
CMP [1+1+1-1=2]
POT [3]
CMP [2]
POT [1+1-2=0]
CMP [2+1+1-3=1]
POT [4+1-3=2]
Skeliborn was focusing power. There was little else to do while waiting for his friend to return. He was thinking about swords, and how sad it was that he could only wield two of them at the time.
"The... cord is very... nice.
ouch
Thank you for your... business and/or ow assistance."
With that, Viznor commands the ethereal string to wrap around his arm (or simply wraps it manually, if even that is too much mental effort) and stumbles into a nearby wall, shielding his eyes against the purple glow of the Tower.
He emerges in the general direction of Easter Sunday, give or take several meters.
"You... wanted a bow, right? I can... make one. Not right now, though, because ow."
Possible PM action as well.
"A bow would be nice, but armor would be preferable. If you can't make armor though, a bow would be fine. What would you want in payment?"
If he can, Easter Sunday tries to make 3 essence. If not, he orders the Queen Wasp to carry on laying eggs.
Viznor moved through the walls of the tower, the hand with the string dragging like a ball and chain, until he found himself in the general vicinity of Easter Sunday. The wasp mage was lying on the ground, slightly oozing some strange and slightly acidic substances. Both attempted conversation and both found it rather difficult, deciding in the end to pause for now and try again when they felt a little better. Finally, Easter recovered enough of his muscle control to roll his tongue back in his mouth and sit up. He saw that the summoned queen was doing its job well, creating a nest with at least a dozen cells.
{Easter Sunday, lingering poison -1END}
Pocket the needle, carefully. Then make 4 essences.
CMP [2+1+1=4]
POT [2+1+1=4]
CMP [1+1+1-1=2]
POT [5+1+1-1=6]
CMP [2]
POT [5]
CMP [6+1+1-3=5]
POT [2+1+1-3=1]
Gambler carefully pocketed the needle, embedding the sharp end in the cloth to avoid accidentally poking himself. This was not something to be taken lightly and he knew it better than anyone. This done, he moved about carefully to test if the needle wasn't pointing ot anywhere. It wasn't. This should be safe enough, though it was still no better than carrying around a vial of nitroglycerin.
"Interesting... Tangible reality and Lumui power... So very interesting."
Try to pick up painted compass. It could be a valuable clue to the puzzle and a good instrument of orientating oneself in many Tower halls. Follow its directions to see if it actively leads somewhere or if reality changes to match it.
Ao followed the compass on the paper while also mentally holding a map of where he went. This was arguably a futile task with the Tower's unstable geometry, but he did it anyways. And it seemed that the compass had some trouble with the Tower as well as it went in something that was like a circle. More of a square really, but that was probably part of the road. And at the end of the road was a room and within the room was a cauldron, seemingly partially sunken into the floor.
3 more essences
Try to feed the crystal bird a non-chaotic +1/+1 essence, trying this since it was originally created by a collapsed essence near the crystal
CMP [1+1+1=3]
POT [6+1+1=8]
CMP [2+1+1-1=3]
POT [2+1+1-1=3]
CMP [5]
POT [1]
Just to see if it works, Seva attempted to infuse more semi-raw magic into his crystal bird. It seemed to work out okay, as crystal bird's feathers gained more detail. The stony origins were still clear to see but the feathers now looked as if they had actual hairs.
Three more Essences.
CMP [2+1+1=4]
POT [3+1+1=5]
CMP [3+1+1-1=4]
POT [4+1+1-1=5]
CMP [4]
POT [6]
Magus N.A. continued focusing power.
Chorkinaan returns to the forge room and revisits Skelliborn.
I've got it! With Viznor's help, I've cracked the code. Royalty is able to morph and extend in such a way because it lacks a state of matter, and therefore is unbound by the traditional laws that govern form, adhesion, cohesion, and structural integrity! The best part is, I'm fully capable to recreate such a material! I call it Subcolloid. Anyway, I think I aught to use my next few minutes cleaning up my mess.
Three essences, survey the damage I caused whilst getting ahead of myself in testing Royalty's capabilities.
CMP [2+1+1=4]
POT [2+1=3]
CMP [3+1+1-1=4]
POT [4]
CMP [3]
POT [1+1-2=0]
Chorkinaan returned to Skeliborn and shared the discovery about the nature of Royalty. Also, since he now had the time, inspected the damage. Really, most of the stuff he had cut apart was decorative or optional. Except the anvil, it was really not that great now that it had been cut in half. And it was kinda important to the functioning of the smithy, if anyone used it ever again.
Name: Markus
Affinity: Nanobots
Description: A mage in a dark cloak and hood. His face is hidden in shadows, but he has dark eyes and blonde hair.
STR= 0
DEX= 3
SPD= 1
END= 1
POT= 3
(Shout out to @Whisperling for the recommendation)
Get to the tower and make four essences afterward.
CMP [2+1+1=4]
POT [6+1+1=8]
CMP [2+1+1-1=3]
POT [4+1+1-1=5]
CMP [3]
POT [2]
CMP [6+1+1-3=5]
POT [1+1+1-3=0]
{Actions should be
bolded. If you want some different color for yourself, just say.}
Portal flashed with otherworldly glow once more and delivered
Marcus, lord of the smallest and most populated kingdom. His mastery of forging the tiniest of spells allowed him to forge undetectable poisons and all devouring swarms that couldn't be harmed by neither blade nor fire. Bravely, he ventured towards the glowing purple tower and conjured himself some power once there.
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