Week 7: Scalies and Multi-Color Latin
Randall Mixon (Yotta)
Randall, upon seeing how his arm is now resembling (and feeling) like a ribbon made of meat, calmly express his discomfort of the addition of this new spaghetti appendage.
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You do not keep it together. You don't keep it together on the grass. You do not keep it together when Eiyal grabs you and hauls you back down into the ship. You don't really keep it at all together while the ship's medical officer pokes your wound with a stick. [3] It's not terribly helpful to anyone, but it does give you a
little catharsis.
[5+3 (Skilled Healer)] [Chaos? Yes. Maleveolent/Benign/Beneficial? Benign. Severe? Yes.] The ship's medical officer, though not at all impressed by your screaming, does an excellent job of patching you up. The wound in your arm disappears, feeling returns, and you feel considerably less light-headed. You experimentally raise the arm and flex the fingers, preparing to thank the healer. Which is when you notice that there are tiny scales growing all up and down the arm. The healer looks at the scales with a tired expression.
"Yep. Won't cause problems. Might want to get a book on snake health or something so you know what kind of skin fungus it can get. Still, nerves are fixed."The medical officer seems otherwise unconcerned with your predicament.
Eiyal (Harry)
"Aw man, she's pretty cool."
Stand up anyway and perform the time-honored sword-mage ritual of Your Injuries Are But Flesh Wounds.
Then put Mixon into the nearest vat of healing juice, I assume they've got one lying around.
Finally, report to the bridge.
[3+1 (Sword-Mage)] Your injures aren't too bad, you've felt worse burning pain from particularly sick workout routines. The pain is just weakness leaving the body, and this body has zero room for weakness.
You grab a (presently screaming) Randall, and haul him down inside the Arbore. You pass various people, but they only mildly curious about the screaming and bleeding man your half-dragging. At least, until you run into Locke again.
He is more than mildly curious. He seems rather positively aghast at what he sees.
"Oh dear god, what happened?" You sort of fill him in as you wend your way to medical, and conclude your description of your epic duel with Nande at about the same time that Randall begins admiring his swank new arm scales.
"Ah, I see, so... just a misunderstanding then, just a teeny, little... misunderstanding. Locke looks down at the trail of blood that Randall left on the floor and blanches.
Anything further from him is cut off as the spelljammer's PA system kicks on and Captain Sihn's voice kicks on.
"This is Captain Sihn. All crew are now aboard and I intend to make up for lost time. You have thirty seconds to get into jump positions."You're not sure whether Locke was very convincing, or if the plot train was on a roll and didn't have time for you to dawdle about being someplace you weren't supposed to be, but somehow Locke manages to get both you and Randall strapped into your jump-seats in the transporter glyph room.
Farris Kindlestone"I wish I had a sentiment as beautiful as yours, but alas I'm not as skilled with words, so I'll keep it simple- do what you want to. I'll be happy as long as you're happy, because... That's what I'm here for."
Farris pulls out his umbrella. He figures be might need it soon, but he doesn't know why. He wonders briefly where he got it. He didn't remember buying an umbrella.
Music plays as you pull out your umbrella and open it above the bench, shading the two of you as the city burns. Ashen snow falls around you, iridescent with magical slag. It's really quite pretty in its own way.
Arm in wing, the two of you sit silently on the bench, appreciating the end of the world. Though the umbrella does a great deal to slow it down, ash from the burning city builds up around the two of you. A Pompeii shell eventually surrounds you, and it becomes difficult to breathe.
I'll always be here, when you need respite," is the last thing you hear.
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You blink, and you're sitting down in the transporter glyph room of the Arbore, the smell of burning honey in your nostrils and a pounding headache between your eyes. The chair beneath you appears to be affixed to the wall, and someone appears to have done you the kindness (?) of strapping you in to said chair. In your hands, held delicately, is a pigeon statuette with gemstone eyes, constructed from earth and wire.
You can tell you made it, and you can definitely tell it's got a powerful enchantment on it, but you have no recollection of making it or any idea what it does or how it works.
Irneus is sitting next to you, looking at you with a clinical kind of concern, like you might suddenly begin trying to gnaw on your elbows. Eiyal is sitting across from you, with what appears to be a number of injuries he didn't use to have, and Randall is next to him- though his arm seems to have become much scalier than it was last time you saw it. Locke is strapped in, facing perpendicular to all of you, and gives you a nervous thumbs up.
IrneusNow that mental health is relatively stable, make sure Farris doesn't hurt himself in his mood.
Farris seems harmless after getting the rough gems, both to himself an others and so you leave him alone to observe for moment. [5] Enchantment isn't your field, but every Mananaut knows enough of every other Mananaut's craft to be dangerous. What Farris is currently doing is well beyond your ability to understand, replicate, or even follow as he's doing it. From what you know of Fey moods, it's likely completely beyond his abilities as well, and will remain beyond his abilities to replicate even after he's finished. You get the general idea that whatever he's doing is protective, but, with the drugs he took, that could mean a lot of things. It could be a one-shot shield capable of tanking the apocalypse. It could be a planet scale contraceptive for cats.
The Captain's voice through the PA cuts through your musings, and dramatically changes what 'safe' is for Farris. Safe is no longer sitting on the floor crafting. Safe needs to be buckled into his assigned seating.
As gently as you can, you pull Farris from the ground and start prodding him the direction of assigned seating. Though he continues working on his project the entire time, he doesn't resist.
The rest of the gang is already there when you arrive, though Eiyal and Randall look rather the worse for wear. You strap your patient in, then strap yourself in as an unfamiliar voice of the PA begins the countdown. Locke gives you a nervous smile.
All"You know, this is my first jump," Locke says nervously as the countdown passes five.
"My brother, Lohde, he's been in the service for a bit, and he says that how you handle your first jump tells you how well you're going to handle being a Mananaut."Locke opens his mouth, probably to say something encouraging, but it gets utterly lost when the jump hits.
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manana spray across the transporter room as Locke vomits explosively.
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Locke looks around at everyone blearily, then wipes a strand of blue drool from his mouth.
"Is... is everybody okay?"Then he slumps against his harness as he passes out.
Randall[2+1, a little catharsis] Honestly, in perspective, it's not the worst thing that's happened to you today.
Health: [color=light green]Right Arm covered in scales[/color]
Noteworthy Items Elementalist Wizard CoatMopBucket
Eiyal [1+1, Sword-Mage] Maybe it's your injuries, but you have the sneaking suspicion that you're going to be
sick.
Health: Thigh impaled (It's only a Fleshwound),
side slashed (It's only a Fleshwound),
sickNoteworthy Items Sword-Mage Wizard CoatPulwar
Farris[3+2, inoculated] Honestly, that seemed pretty normal. Your head is still pounding and your mouth still tastes weird, but, honestly, nothing really has changed.
Health: No news is good news.Noteworthy Items Enchanter Wizard CoatCopy Of: 'You and Enhancement Enchantment'UmbrellaEnchanted Pigeon Statuette
Irneus[2] A thorough medical knowledge of the common after affects of a long-range jump on a first timer's digestive system does absolutely nothing to mitigate them. You feel rather spectacularly
sick.
Health: sickNoteworthy Items Healer Wizard CoatBonesawCooler 
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