Turn 43: Call to Arms (Cont.)
~Tradebridge Castle~
Rabble couldn’t find any other complete description of spells, but he did find a passage suggestive of one he could manage.
Autoillusion spells are generally considered the easiest both maintain and disrupt. These spells show the caster, and only the caster, something other than the reality before their eyes, and ears. This can be done for personal reasons, to see a lost love, or even just make a friend’s cooking bearable, or for more practical reasons. Among the practical autoillusions, producing light is among the simplest and most common used. It requires little to no preparation and minimal sustained concentration. Autoillusions such as scrying, which shows the caster a distant reality, are much more challenging. Autoillusions can also be extended to those near the caster in many cases, though the resulting spell is always more difficult.
The book went on to describe how different illusions could interact with each other, a problem that didn’t not seem immediately relevant to Rabble.
Cortis finally got his arrows put together, yielding 8 arrows which would be far more effective than the crude sticks he had previously been using.
Xaver continued pushing his men harder. He walked through the ranks and corrected his men where he could. He was working with one pair when, as he walked up to correct the stance of the defending one, the other continued the cadence and struck prematurely. The cut was shallow and would heal quickly, but the men didn’t seem keen on continuing to work with such a real potential for injury.
+1 TeacherLoyalty: Rabble Rall (Content)
Occupants: 3 Castle Staff, 1 Mason, 4 Guards, 5 Guard Recruits, 1 Initiate, 5 Men, 10 Women and Children
Hostages/Prisoners: The Baron, 1 Guard
Food Stores: 16 Barrels of Beer, 4 Sacks of Coarse Grain, 8 Sacks of Coarse Flour, Three Quarters a Crate of Hardtack (Ration length: Unknown)
Assets: Marketplace, Armory, Guard Barracks, Small Temple
~A cave near Barkamsted~
Eliza and
Lork could find nothing on the thing’s body, except the rags it wore. Eliza took a chair from one of the rooms nearby meant for sleeping and Lork tied it down before shocking it awake with a slap. It made a kind of shrieking sound and whipped its head around, looking for escape. Lork started shouting at it in common, and it seemed to perk up. It made a variety of different sounds before finally settling into what sounded like common. It had a strange accent, and it faltered over many words, but it seemed to know common passably well.
”The cave is us, goblins you call us… pretty shining veins, meant for us. We wouldn’t kill, not enough metal. Men kill men, neither much metal. Ack, bad metal. Used metal.” The goblin shot Lork an accusatory look.
”You have no metal. What kind of men has no metal?” Character SheetsJust wanted to make sure everything is okay, Urist. Are you doing something for Easter?
Yeah, Family devoured Time.