NO! Get skillet back, bat away knives and graters.
[4]
With the skilled reflexes of a master cook you grab back your skillet before it can get out of reach. No hopped up kitchen's gonna stop this guy! You manage ably enough to fend off the kitchen's dissection attempts, but more and more are closing in.
Pull out me Pot of Gold, then get in it and hope for the Best!
[3]
You stop treading mud and climb into your pot of gold, and promptly begin sinking into the mud, gold being quite heavy. This might not have been your most best thought out plan you think as the mud begins to rise to your abdomen.
"Ah~~~ sweet sweet moistness" shivers the lungfish with joy as he feels the moistness in the air increasing.
He keeps walking toward the mud scent.
[5]
Your walk goes without incident, as you act like an addict getting some of his favourite drug. You come upon bubbling mudpools, with a tiny man slowly sinking into it. It might be rude to interrupt his suicide attempt?
Examine the spiders, but keep my distance. if they attack, give em a good smacking with my shield!
[5]
Despite your best efforts not to be a speciesist and automatically assume the giant spider monsters' will be hostile, the spiders act out the stereotype, attacking you. You give them a good smacking with your shield, cracking its mirror finish but managing to keep them at bay.
Upon examination, you notice the spiders are very spidery, about the size of a dog each. They are also bright pink, a very spidery colour.
Oh well. Rampage my way through the ants.
[6]
You are sure ant-songs will be written of this terrible day, when a crazed human slaughtered countless of their kind, making rivers of ant-blood (or whatever that goo coming out of them is), ignoring all ant-cries for mercy, finally butchering his way to their princess.
Her guards lie dead around her, the ant princess quivers in fear, cowering away from your gruesome visage, her bulging thorax throbbing seductively. She seems to be saying something, but you chose the underwater basketweaving elective back in the academy instead of ant-language. You're sure it wasn't anything important anyway.
Assimilate the poison (hopefully making it harmless to me in the process) and finish climbing the ladder. Hound phobia is my eternal power source.
[1]
By lowering your defences, you give the poison free reign to do even more damage to your body. You lock up entirely, freezing in one spot on the ladder as a paralyzing thought niggles its way into your head.
What if there is a pack of hounds waiting for you at the top of the ladder.Noticing your weakness, the hornets close in again, the cunning bastards no doubt just biding their time for the poison to take effect.
You have levelled up! Choose one new word or trait.
Metamagic: Increase Power.
"ME SMASH STATUE!"
Smash the statue.
[2]
You narrowly miss, hitting the wall beside the statue. Nothing seems to happen in response. No doubt the statue is just too scared to retaliate!
Name: Roy
Race: Merfolk
Magic (Words):
-Power: Mana
-Effect: Heal
-Target: Self
-Metamagic: None
Inventory: Bronze Trident, Fishscale Armor, Kelp Net, Kelp Rope
Backstory: Why a merman named Roy decided to go die in an ancient tower is the sort of story that's gotta be either really good or really dumb. Unfortunately, in this case it's the latter.
Bonus: Regenerating
You flop around like a beached fish in a dry, suspiciously featureless stone tunnel. Belatedly remembering your training, you try to balance yourself on your tail. It takes a few dozen tries, but finally you manage it. Here's to hoping you don't fall down again. Good thing no one saw that, kind of embarrassing.
You try to remember if you can breathe air, but you're sure you'll find out soon enough.
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Topic: Tower of the Archwizard RTD (Recruiting, Unlimited Players) (Read 11887 times)