STAGGER BACK INTO YON TAVERN AND DEMAND SOME HAIR OF THE DOG FROM THE BARKEEP
[2] You stagger into the local watering hole and immediately fall flat on your face. The denizens of the tavern laugh at you, pointing.
"Hey, sonny jim, you know yer supposed to start trippin' over yourself
after you've had a few, right?" the bartender mocks, polishing one of his many eternally dirty mugs.
Go slightly and murderously insane from ever-maddening whispers of Elder Gods.
[4] The whispers are like tinnitus with words and agendas, they just WONT. LEAVE. YOU. ALONE. FINE! IA IA ELDER GOD FHTAGN!
[2] Your magic decides to respond to your collapsing sanity by letting loose the arcane equivalent of a massive fart. The residual magical force is enough to knock over nearby carts and stalls, as well as the people manning them.
People are
starting to stare at you. They look pretty concerned.
fukgin YEHA
Perform ritual to displace the soul of an elder god from its body, letting me possess that body.
After meticulously setting out the Ward Stones and Astral Babies needed to tempt out an Elder God, you tear open a portal in reality, and out come the tentacles.
[5] Uttering words that cannot be put to text, you
see the essence of the Elder God in all its Primeval, Unknowable glory. Grabbing with both hands, you wrench the tired, confused being's essence out of its writhing mass of notflesh, much to its confusion. Gleefully, you leave this pathetic mortal body and jump in.
You are now in control of an Elder God's corporeal form.The Elder God's spirit flies about, unseen to all but the six mages. In this strange land, with no physical form, it's nearly powerless. With one, however...
Summon a car.
[1] You decide to pluck a car from another space and another time, unfortunately when it gets to you, its conglomerate parts aren't sure what the laws of physics are up to anymore and it promptly explodes, hitting you with shrapnel. At point blank range.
You are seriously injured. One more [1] roll and you are nonexistent.
Set up a coffeeshop.
[2] You imagine in your mind the ideal coffeeshop, and closing your eyes, you will it into existence.
CRASH!
When you open your eyes, you see the various raw materials ( wood, concrete, steel ) as well as a bunch of furniture on the ground, as if a tornado had deposited them there. Well, technically your coffeeshops' here. Just needs assembly.
Go someplace else. Like, "another country" someplace else.
[6] ( Yesssssss )
Nah, this village is too boring for your tastes. With a snap of your fingers, you teleport outta there.
The first thing you notice is the heat. Then the sulfur-y smell. Then the screaming. The sounds are coming from all around you, and the only light source appears to be this omnipresent
red glow.Well you wanted to get out fast, hope the Pit Down Under suits you.
[5]
Yoo a demun?, a voice says from behind you. It's a
dumb looking minotaur holding a pitchfork. He's scratching his head in confusion.
Sorry Mallos, bit late. Someone's gonna die eventually, then you can get in.
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