I'm doing the turn instead of going to bed like I should be. I blame all of you.
TEAM EAST Point at wall, of course.
Jingragord
Ogeo
Eatognat
Pemin
Duilli
[Pot:3+2]
A shimmering image of a nice pair of greaves.
[Pot:5+2]
An image of a massive cow, with practically pulsating udders and tenderlions. You might just be projecting your lack of breakfast a bit.
[Pot:3+2]
This is a shimmering image of a snake.
[Pot:2+2]
This one... looks like it's flying. A little blurry, but it has feathers and a beak.
[Pot:6+2]
The image you get with this one is of a mighty warhammer. It looks like Sauron should be slinging this around.
Directed at the wall in a crouched stance
-Deat
-Lobioner
-Omnos
(Seems like in going to have to do the bottom to top research)
[Pot:4+2]
A grey fog starts to settle in over your right shoulder, but dissipates harmlessly.
[Pot:5+2]
This gets you the same result.
[Pot:5+2]
And again, the same result.
Magic sucks, man.
I'll start looking for the full body word on page 5. First, examine the purple metal checking it's weight, hardness, stretchability; etc. Then, hold a sheet in my left hand for SSP. Words: Whanitis! ...Gablen! ...Biont! ...Duxidatere! ...Juvin!
You don't have scales or anything, but the weight doesn't seem really unusual. It's hard to tell, but it seems to dent a bit easily. You heft a sheet, but they're big enough so that holding it is awkward.
[Pot:6+2]
A magical sparkle seems to envelop your left arm. It flashes with a gleam and is gone.
[Pot:3+2]
A grey fog appears over your right shoulder and vanishes without doing anything.
[Pot:1+2]
Faint eldritch runes come into being on your left leg, but recede and vanish.
[Pot:4+2]
The magical sparkle returns, this time covering your whole body. It too flashes into a gleam and goes away.
[Pot:1+2]
This time the magical sparkle is on your left leg. It seems to merely fade from view.
Cagulter
Ywin
Itclo
Utorip
Silther
[Pot:2+2]
A bar of silver forms in front of you, then thuds to the floor.
[Pot:6+2]
A loud buzzing fills the room. **SAFETY PROTOCOLS ENGAGED**
Everyone sees a second, ghostly version of you casting this spell, then getting blasted backward by some sort of invisible force of impact. The real you is unaffected. Huh; guess that's what they mean by team damage is off here.
[Pot:5+2]
A teammate whose attention was attracted by the result of the last spell informs you that eldritch runes briefly covered your head, but faded away.
[Pot:3+2]
This gives you the shimmering image of a bear. Roar.
[Pot:1+2]
A few anemic sparks and electrical buzzes vaguely menace the air in front of you.
Words (spoken separately):
Babramo
Aidnes
Bahis
Typomlinc
Maivean
[Pot:6+2]
A massive gust of outrushing air staggers you, but you keep your feet.
[Pot:6+2]
There's another buzz as the safety protocols engage again. You watch ghost you summon a rather worryingly large amount of magma which falls and burns your legs off. It's not something you ever want to see again.
[Pot:2+2]
A few bricks made of foam flup to the ground in front of you. It's almost disappointing after watching a phantom version of yourself suffer excruciating burns.
[Pot:3+2]
A large lump of flesh forms in front of you then spluts to the ground. Ewww; it's alive. And oozing a bit.
[Pot:6+2]
A rather massive chunk of obsidian appears in front of you, then falls straight down; right onto the flesh mass. SPLAT.
GROSS. It's all over your legs! This is worse than magma!
TEAM WESTCast:
Segall Pygda
Teltr Pygda
[Pot:2]
You get what looks like a steel polearm of some type for a toy soldier. Cute.
[Pot:1]
This is a shimmering image of a complete blob. Boo.
Pick up those steel gloves the Cool one summoned, hold them in my hands (not wearing), watch them, point some fingers on them, and focus on changing them with magic word: Wawne
Then move on to second test, point to east with my right index finger and north with my left index finger like a kid playing with imaginary pistols. Try to not hit anyone. Then fire away with: Duete Aidnes.
You pick up the gloves, causing Jefro no small amount of consternation, then try a spell.
[Pot:1+1]
Nothing happens. Hrm. Dropping the gloves, you move on.
[Pot:5+1]
FWOOSH goes the stream of magma shooting out of your right finger. It's a good thing you didn't aim that at anyone.
Cast each spell individually at the empty space in front of me.
Pyol
Gific
Fori
Hodync
Oolog
[Pot:5]
A bit of quivering nothing hovers in front of you for a second, then shoots toward your closest teammate.
[Pot:1]
Maybe something happened in the space in front of you?
[Pot:4]
You cough and retch, and hack up nothing. Hmmm.
[Pot:4]
A quivering mass of nothing shoots out in a cone shape in front of you.
[Pot:1]
Something moved in front of you. Probably.
Try the following individually:
Whilatiali
Jingragord
Tyllist
Spirt
Nerse
[Pot:2+2]
A shimmering image appears before you. Something short, narrow, and pointy, with a wider bit at the end?
[Pot:2+2]
Another image; this of something hand-shaped but maybe wearable?
[Pot:6+2]
OH JESUS FUCK THAT'S A HUGE FUCKING COCKROACH! You let out a high-pitched squeal before you realize it was just an image that faded.
[Pot:5+2]
A sizable chunk of ice appears before you and chunks to the ground. Brrr.
[Pot:2+2]
A loud buzzing breaks out. **SAFETY PROTOCOLS ENGAGED**
You see a ghostly version of you sucked forward into whatever you summoned, with one other teammate losing footing and smashing into you. After a moment, the two of you then drop into a dazed heap.
Huh.
Cautog Jaze forward, Acull Hurr backwards.
[Pot:6+1]
You mind travels to an existence of endless green; trees, plants, vines, animals, and creatures of all types everywhere. Everything is verdant and growing. Nature at its most primal, untouched by the ravages of machine. You fade back into reality, with a whiff of wet leaves still in your nose.
[Pot:2+1]
A silvery metal... something appearing in your face before immediately exploding and showering you with shards. Good thing it wasn't big, whatever it was. Stung a bit; doesn't look like the safety mechanism protects you from every bump and scrape.
Oh look, several instances of spawn protection! Oh, that magma one looked delightful. It would have made the highlight reel for certain!
Let's just hope someone does it again for real! It's always hilarious to see someone suffer and die because of their own mistake!ATHATH: Good Guy Greg - Spawn Room (6 Pool)
TankKit: Sir Lootington - Spawn Room (5 Pool)
Derm: Derm - Spawn Room (5 Pool)
Shadowclaw: Bastien - Spawn Room (3 Pool)
OceanSoul: Poe Pello - Spawn Room (5 Pool) [Dented sheet of purple metal]
FallacyofUrist: Mr. Smith - Spawn Room (4 Pool)
AoshimaMichio: Enki - Spawn Room (3 Pool)
Dolosus: Larry Laffer - Spawn Room (5 Pool)
Whisperling: Johnny - Spawn Room (5 Pool)
Coolrune: Jefro - Spawn Room (4 Pool)
And that's what happens if you do something too dangerous to yourself or teammates.
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Topic: Fields of Magical Murder: A Perplexicon Game. T20 [Or That Arm] [W0-E10] (Read 55512 times)