Bob lets out a single shout of "Wooooo!", lifting the belt above his head like he just won the championship before lowering it and putting it on.
Bob wears the belt and attempts to use his belt powers to sense what the belt can do or allow him to do.
Name: Bob
Description: An average-sized human-looking male homunculus with a beard of belts.
Nature: Elemental (Belts)
Status: Healthy
HP: 10
Inventory:
Robe
Gloves
Needle covered in wriggling belts
Wolf Titan belt
Fate Points: 2
[5]
Bob puts on the belt. He doesn't immediately transform into a giant wolf...so its not that. He swings his hand in a claw like fashion and a semi-opaque and phantom-like version of the Wolf Titan's claw (Though far smaller, about 7 feet across) appears in mid-air and mimics his movement a half second later. He accidently fucks up a nearby dummy with the phantom slash, carving it in half and hurling it across the room.
Ready to go through the portal when it forms. Meanwhile, continue inspecting the others and their minions and equipment through the needle, taking breaks occasionally to see if the odd pressure or grinding or other side effects remain or cause any strain on me.
Name: Genesis
Description: Classic 80s action hero looks, kinda quiet. think Kurt Russel from the movie Soldier (only probably less mute)
Nature: Pureblood
Status: Newly decanted
HP: 10
Inventory: Robe, gloves, walking needle.
Fate Points: 4
Genesis meanders about, eye pressed firmly to his needle. Speaker's tongue has an eyeball in it....Bob has little wormlike belts crawling through his flesh...Drip...
has a knife! Genesis carefully powerwalks away from the crazed man with the bone knife. His eye feels fine by the way.
Grey turns to the passages behind him and yells out, ”We’re leaving soon!”
That done, he turns his attention back to magic. Grey Maintains control of his needle, and then lets go of it.
Name: Grey
Description: A hairless pink colored man with lacking facial features, little more than a pair of eyes, two holes for a nose, and a line for a mouth.
Nature: Verbomancer (Maintain)
Status: Fine
HP: 10
Inventory: Purple robe, white gloves, giant needle
Fate Points: 2
[3]
The needle hovers in place shakily for a moment or two before clattering to the ground.
"What's the point of all these books if I can't learn magic from them?"
Search the books and see if there aren't any books that can teach me any kind of magic.
Name: Debby
Description: Looks like a regular human woman but with the head of a deer.
Nature: All-Tounges
Status: No longer flopping around a freaking out.
HP: 10
Inventory:
purple robe
white gloves
big ass needle
Fate Points: 0
[3]
Debby opens a book. On the first page, in big block text, are the words
MAGIC IS INNATE, NOT LEARNEDRude.
Name: Drip
Description: Drip has memories of being water. Surely that's not a thing, but he insists it is. Water.
Nature: Anagramist
Status: A bit annoyed.
HP: 10
Inventory: Purple Eye Robe, White Eye Gloves, Needle Spear, Dangerous-looking Bone "Key"
Fate Points: 2
Now we're talking!
Run to the training hall and stab something with the "key."
[1]
Drip bursts into the training hall with his...key. He points it at the people in the room and shouts, "EENY MEENY MINEY YOU!"
[1]
He leaps for Grey...and immediately trips, falling end over end onto the point of the key. [-4 HP] The key ends up lodged directly in his sternum, stabbed straight into the bone and likely the flesh beyond. Oddly bloodless though. It wiggles a bit with his heartbeat.
The plaque shifts like fluid, the words on its surface filling in as new words carve themselves into the metal.
A Mage has died. Without its master, her home has grown violent. In accordance with the Covenant of Balance discover the cause of death and pacify the structure. This is our will. A moment later the gate activates with a screaming roar and the black void sucks everyone in the teleporter room through. They fall through the kaleidoscope shaft and appear somewhere quite different from the last place. The sun is huge, a dull red ball of flame hanging low overhead. There isn't a single cloud and even the sky seems to have been sun rotted into a dull blue-white. The air is dead still and its clear that without their robes they would already be sweating. The conduit has dropped them into the remnants of an ancient stone tower, now nothing more than ring 10 foot stone walls, like a hollow stump. The walls are a sandstone orange and the floor is made of massive stone slabs laid side by side, with the conduit crudely rammed into the crack between two. Its sitting at an angle, only just wedged in place. Around the circumference of the tower are the badly rotten and destroyed remains of wooden shelves, now blackened and mostly collapsed. A single man sized arched doorway leading out into orange sand dunes is embedded in the wall across from them.
As they spread out and start to look around they hear a dull whistle. It grows louder for maybe half a second before a man sized chunk of wall near the top of the ruins explodes inwards. Chunks of stone and find pulverized rock rain down into the tower's interior, onto the group. Before they can react there are three more whistles and thuds as unseen projectiles hit the sands near the tower, spraying up short lived plumes even higher than the tower's walls.
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