Trier looking around stabs the ground with his arm and grows the crystal that sprouts from it into a a crystal spear.
If a land does not happen to have magic, what would happen to the more magical beings?
[3+1] Trier jabs a seed crystal into the ground before forming it into a crystal spear.
The spear looks more fragile than most crystals, but it should do.
"If thar be [concept=Loot], its good enough fer me! [designation.placeholder=Skeleton], ye seem to be the trustworthy type, so I'll go along with ye."
Y4R-M8 decides to keep close to Mr. Bones, and goes along with it.
Y4R-M8 does just that, sticking with the sentient skeleton.
"If thar be [concept=Loot], its good enough fer me! [designation.placeholder=Skeleton], ye seem to be the trustworthy type, so I'll go along with ye."
Y4R-M8 decides to keep close to Mr. Bones, and goes along with it.
Rolls Die: 4
Changes tune on boombox
Scribbles on whiteboard
Greetings, Tinman
Summon an oil can for the Tinman. Give Soda to Phallus or whatever his name was.
Mr. Bones tosses the lemon-lime soda in the general direction
Phantus went, gives Y4R an oil can, then waltzes off to the South Gate with his flock of followers.
Menuridae thanks Phantus as he leaves. She then follows the majority of the group toward whatever portal they choose to take. She herself is indifferent to the choice. As they walk, she plays a soft, gentle song of the sadness of the loss of their old worlds and homes. The song slowly picks up, ending in a courageous and valorous composition that has the party looking with hope toward the future. It is an attempt to raise morale.
Menuridae plays a wonderful ballad before Mr.Bones changes the settings on his boombox to 'clown mating calls' at max volume and [3] Menuridae's music almost overpowers the wretched cacophony emitting from the speakers, but is utterly drowned out soon after. The party feels..
funny.
"Might as well do my summoning while I can, before we end up going to a dimension with no magic."
Tobias eats his food and washes it down with some water, then goes with the largest group, making sure his ogre bodyguard follows. He tries to summon a fast creature for him to ride, preferably one with a way to protect him and itself from harm.
Tobias, no longer hungering or thirsting, follows Mr. Bones' party with his ogre bodyguard falling behind. On his way catching up, he invokes a mount through summoning magic and
[2+2] an odd creature resembling a very large iguana appears. It may not be the fastest mount, but it would be faster than walking. Knowing this, he hops onto it's back and lets his ogre follow him at the side.
"Luck of the roll, eh? Well, I'm open to ideas. Maybe I've gone north a few too many times in m' life. South might work well, too."
"So Bones, were you animated by someone or jus' picked up by a ghost?"
Larry says, he's probbably going to follow mr Bones...
Scribbles
This Boner rose of his own accord~
Rolls dice for each of the four gates:
North 4
East 1
West 1
South 5
Head for the South gate. Stick 10 foot pole through and wave it around a bit before pulling it back out. If pole is undamaged/not covered in something icky/ doesn't get yanked through in a horror movie fashion, then stick my head through and see whats up.
With the tin man agreeing in the background and Larry posing a question that the 'boner' himself soons answers, the group realizes they have reached the South Gate far sooner than expected.
Producing a 10 foot pole from god-knows-where, Mr. Bones sticks it inside the mouth of the large white arch that is the South Gate.
A slight ripple appears as it sinks into the alternate dimension and Mr. Bones waving it around creates more spatial ripples.
Soon, he pulls it back out and finds that the end of the pole is undamaged, but has small clumps of a putrid syrupy substance on stuck on it that soon fall off and melt into thin puddles before completely evaporating.
Deciding it may not be a great idea to stick his head through, he turns back to his following and considers his options.
"I'll just go with the flow and choose south as our first destination."
Having heard that grizzled man's words, Crimson goes and searches for something he can use in the event he encounters a place where he can't use his magic.
[5]Crimson runs around the hub a bit searching for anything he could use to defend himself on an antimagical plane. Eventually, he finds what looks to be a small jewel near an empty and open dumpster. He picks it up, noting it's beautiful shine. He momentarily flashes back to when Phantus mentioned some 'merchant who liked shiny things lost in thought when suddenly-
"
Hello, visitor."
Turning around to confront the source of the voice, he finds a humanoid figure covered neck-to-toe in extravagantly decorated silk clothes only a king could possibly dream of having.
As for his face, the bottom half was obscured with a rag wrapped around it and his eyes covered by aviator sunglasses.
"
You already know who I am, I take it? Surely my favorite customer told you about me by now. About that jewel.. I think you don't really want it.
You'd rather have something more practical, something that can protect you in a land where your powers are null?" the Merchant turns around, snaps his fingers and then a wagon of sorts packed with various exotic goods appears. "
Then this would be a good piece to start with." the Merchant pulls what looks like a trident from the cart, only it's much more ornate than most would be, almost as if it isn't meant to be a weapon.
It looks pretty, huh? It's also sharp enough to pierce a large amount of different alloys. And, it has this feature for when someone isn't just quite in your range. the Merchant presses a little button near the middle of the trident's body and the bladed part launches into the sky at an angle, implanting itself through a concrete wall of a nearby building. Pressing the button again, the prongs withdrew from the concrete leaving neat little holes and were pulled back into place by rather durable steel-fiber cords in an instant.
"
So, do we have a deal?"
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