"HMM, TRYING TO INTERFERE WITH MY HOBBY? WELL, MORE MEAT FOR THE GRINDER."
Turn the grinder back on and confiscate that salthammer.
If you give me a turn due to being attacked, smash the blender blades off of the blender with the salthammer.
"Fuck you Xanny! You're not my real dad!"
[1+1] vs [2+1]
In this realm, Xantalos is king. Normally that would be enough, even with his utterly dismissive and careless attempt at warping reality to suit his ends. But Egan's Salthammer had power too. Just enough, combined with the Salt Wizard's slightly stronger focus, allowed him to win this skirmish. With one swing of his hammer, he manages to
jam the blender temporarily. Xantalos is going to have to roll to fix it, giving Egan time to do other shit.
"My faithful warriors, it's time to punish the infidel captain for his crimes against my divine will... THROW THE CAPTAIN TO THE SHARKS!!!
Order my cult to revolt against the captain and throw him in the ocean.
If the cult fails to do so, paralyze the captain with my magic, and devour him in the front of my cult.*
If the revolt is successful, sail to Somalia and hypnotize local pirates**. If they try to hurt me, a couple of Chain Lightnings shall do the thing...
*The cultists are under my hypnosis anyway, I doubt they give a fuck about the morality...
I've a completely new body, so they won't know that I'm that guy.
[4]
[6]
Your newly hypnotised crew overpower the captain, who despite putting up a hell of a fight, is eventually thrown overboard. Sailing to Somalia, you hypnotise some NEW pirates. Not only do you hypnotise them, taking complete and utter control, but you bind yourself to them. In doing so you basically tie your own form to theirs, so any injury sustained by you, applies to them,
and vice versa.
I will try to make my dagger invincible and also add a piece of my own souls into it,and add a satanic ritual to that where i kill 10 virgins just so i have a better chance of success
[4] You attempt to horcrux the shit out of your dagger, and it has some interesting effects. You can't be killed by it anymore as you are technically part of it.
Making it invincible will require sacrifice. [2] You attempt to ritualistically sacrifice 10 virgins, but all you get are 2, and it's not nearly enough to appease whatever forces require appeasement. The Dagger remains as it was, just with an extra chunk of PaPaj inside it.
"YES. I FEEL IT. FINALLY."
Become coffee! Or, to be exact, an immortal mage/Eldritch God that IS coffee. Let the reality suffer from this unholy combination!
[6] ( Oh come on )
You've already made yourself immortal. Add to this the unnatural state of the coffee, your form is now poised for ascension into Eldritch Godhood.
Summoning every last reserve of power within you you FEEL THE COFFEE. TASTE THE COFFEE. BE. THE. COFFEE
IT WORKED! You are now a sentient swarm of coffee and magic, free to-
Shit. Apparently scattering your caffeinated essence throughout space and time to achieve past, present and future godhood left you vulnerable to Xantalos' blender. You've been sucked into his dimension, where you are now witness to a battle between Xantalos, master of the Realm, and Egan, the Salt Wizard.
"great, thanks to you and that elf now I lack tentacles!" Let's try a non-lethal take-down for last time.
Transform my blood (this includes the blood in her due to biting my tentacle off) into a powerful sedative to which I am immune.
[3] Thinking pretty creatively, you decide to change the chemistry of your blood into a sedative. Before you can do so, the Receptionist flings you against a wall. It doesn't faze you much, but you're now a short distance away from each other, where your bleeding tentacle arms can't reach easily. It's a short impasse, for now.
Destroy the remaining bastards with the raw power of Russia.
[1] Taking a rather unorthodox approach, you channel the very soul of Russia into an attack which honestly seems rather overkill for these imps. Suddenly, before you unleash the Russian spell, you feel something go through your chest.
"I'll be taking that now dearie." You look down, and an old woman's hand appears to have been shoved through your chest cavity.
Thankfully, you can still heal, so you just spin around, dislodging the hand from your body. Turning, you see a gnarled, bony woman. In her blood-soaked hand, she holds a ball of energy. The spell! The very soul of Russia!
"Thank you for your generosity."
The old woman then vanishes into thin air. A wizard? No...a witch.
I summon a team of four white mages to defeat Xantalos, the eldritch abomination of chaos
[6] Drawing from your 8-Bit Theater ( or maybe just general Final Fantasy ) knowledge, you summon the greatest white mages who proceed to form a straight line and utilise all of their white magic abilities. They do not appear to be able to take further commands, but are instead just constantly attacking.
[2] vs [6+1] Xantalos notices their attempts at white magicking him out of existence, and crushes them with a flick of his mind. Not just their bodies, but their souls, their histories, any trace of them ever having existed. Welp.