Any consensus on team names?
TEAM EASTPoint my left and right hand diagonally left and diaginally right forward respectively, fingers splayed and palms pointing down. Stare at a portion of wall where it meets the ceiling to the left and think very intently about a different portion to the right.
Aenc
Arosime
Haditai
Kyptou
Buoustr
[Pot:4+2]
A shimmering bit of nothing appears then shoots toward a teammate. You think it was Greg, who is closest to you?
[Pot:1+2]
Shimmering bits of nothing appear directly in front of you and to the two sides, then shoot off weakly straight away from you.
[Pot:1+2]
This time it shoots due right.
[Pot:4+2]
A shimmering bit appears, hovers for a bit, then vanishes. Huh.
[Pot:2+2]
This time it shoots up and left, right where you are looking. Hmmmmmmm.
Your transformation shudders, shrinks, and vanishes in a burst of sparkles; leaving nothing behind.
16 material words left to go! Also, it seems that theme words can still count as a material, if a form is given. The silvery material may be platinum. Anyway...Boya! Ricat! Haserosol! Diteripl! Segall!
[Pot:1+2]
A small lump of copper appears and plops to the ground.
[Pot:3+2]
A pile of sand appears and falls over the copper lump, covering it like so much cat litter.
[Pot:1+2]
A nugget of gold appears and splats into the sand. Not quite buried treasure, but you'd take it anyway.
[Pot:5+2]
Now the sand is covered in blood. This got less fun quickly.
[Pot:1+2]
The final contribution to the pile is a chunk of steel.
Tarban Xeremu
Encen Eddl
Lymoda
[Pot:6+2]
Nothing happens. Huh.
[Pot:1+2]
It's hard to tell, but you think an area in front of you briefly flickered and darkened.
[Pot:5+2]
The magical suppression system kicks in again. You watch as your phantom self summons a large green cloud large enough to touch him; the phantom self immediately doubles over, coughing and vomiting. Whoops.
Say Spirit Zerphe Caso as one word, then say Dingeo Sommis as one word.[/quote]
[Pot:3+2]
This gets you an interesting mixed drink: booze, ice chunks, and strange flashes of what looks like magical energy. You can't resist bending over and taking a quick taste; not exactly lemon twist, but there's some kind of flavor there!
[Pot:2+2]
Again you see the vision of the knights on the battlefield. The knight charge seems to be doing well against the swordsmen, but they have pikemen pushing up from behind.
- Foisollo Duxidatere, cast this spell pointing at myself
- Pogibl, cast this directed at the wall
[Pot:2+2]
Your whole body is suffused with magical sparkles. The settle in and mostly fade, but not completely. They seem to be waiting.
[Pot:3+2]
A sizable chunk of concrete crashes down.
TEAM WESTCast:
Segall Edic at his own head.
Segall Neoct at the ground in front of him.
He also grabs those Steel Gauntlets from earlier, and equips them.
[Pot:2]
Something appears in the air in front of you and thwips down. Looking closer, it looks like a tiny pair of horns. Maybe you could put them on a kitten or something.
[Pot:4]
In the air a few feet in front of you, a dog forms and... clanks down in front of you? Looks like a beagle, but with steel fur and steel-enhanced skin. It sniffs the ground, then walks up to you and wags its metallic tail.
You put on your gauntlets.
Acull Jaze Hodync straight up! I need an attack spell!
Also, Acull by itself.
[Pot:1+1]
Again you see the vision. It's cloudy this time, but it could be because you don't feel you did a good job casting the spell.
[Pot:5+1]
A bit of nothing appears right in front of you and explodes nothingness in your face.
Wawne Jaze Docort - Some kind of dagger to arm myself with?
"I start producing weapons for us, starting with daggers. Better prepare a bit."
"Hey announcer, stop being a dick! I would like to see you working out mostly unknown magic system in matter of seconds!"
[Pot:4+1]
From the ground a plant quickly grows. It turns into a tree, bearing a single fruit. The fruit falls from the tree, which turns into a cloud of moths and fades away. The fruit splits open, revealing a dagger inside. The handle is carved wood, with what look like druidic engravings. The blade is chitinous, looking quite sharp.
Huh. Neat.
I'll grant that's a pretty nice weapon you've got there! But is it enough?All three at the space in front of myself:
Splosi Konw Eddl (Grab it before it hits the ground and shatters)
Duff
Bebrec
[Pot:4]
A glass boomerang appears in the air in front of you, about five feet away. It immediately starts falling- oh crap!
[Dex:1]
NOPE. Not only does it shatter, but you manage to scratch yourself on the pieces as you faceplant on your dive. You're pretty sure the only reason you aren't bleeding everywhere is because something about this spawn area protected you.
[Pot:1]
Yep, that's some kind of shimmering blob.
[Pot:3]
This shimmering image is a little more in focus, but it's still hard to tell what it is. It's long-ish, straight, and looks weapon-y.
((Really sorry about holding you guys up. Reaction time should hopefully improve as of tomorrow, though, since the workload is probably going to lessen.))
Mess around with the runes on my arm, try and see if I can get them to do anything. Touch stuff (a teammate?), mentally prod, point at something, crack my knuckles, scratch at myself, the works.
Pogibl
Beflen
Diteripl
Encen
Lymoda
((All good man))
Poking and scratching them doesn't work. Poking the nearest teammate just gets you an annoyed glare. Willing it to activate looks to be the trick, as the runes seemingly start reading themselves off, and activate.
Activating them gives you a vision of a land of death and decay. There are rotten corpses, bleached skeletons, fungal fields; everywhere signs of decay and the end of life. It fades, and the runes are gone.
[Pot:4+2]
A large pillar of concrete crashes down in front of you.
[Pot:3+2]
This gets you a couple nice sheets of leather.
[Pot:4+2]
Everything you've summoned so far- and your shoes- is covered by the splash of blood that produces. Ugh; looks fresh.
[Pot:6+2]
**ACTIVATING SAFETY PROTOCOLS**
You watch a ghostly version of yourself summon a blinding light; bright enough to leave your phanton grasping at his eyes and sporting a new sunburn.
[Pot:3+2]
A foul-looking cloud of greenish gas appears before you. You quickly step back away from it. The bloody bit on the concrete pillar it touched darkens slightly.
Now comes their last chance to prepare! Are they ready?
Ready to die, certainly! I'm looking forward to some real carnage!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) [Steel Gauntlets]
At the end of the next turn, you're dumped into the starting area.
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Topic: Fields of Magical Murder: A Perplexicon Game. T20 [Or That Arm] [W0-E10] (Read 55505 times)