Turn 7:Flint:
Roll: 1
Your try and reach the roof of the cave, but notice that you can't seem to stretch your hands far enough. You try jumping but land back down with a small thump. You kick a rock in frustration, and uncover a colony of tiny people. Which you stomp into the ground. Wow. Someone needs anger management.
Vlynndar:
Roll: 6
You drink some of Neo. You fly away, landing roughly on your feet. You are now EXTREMELY drunk. -1 to Dodge. -1 to Mental. +1 to Scottish-like behavior. You crazy idiot.
Dwarfaholic:
Roll: 6
You minions are causing trouble squabbling among themselves, and Gnarl is busy trying to get them under control. You minions won't be of use to you this turn.
So when you try to raise dead, perhaps on one of the bodies of the strange creatures who ate eachothers heads, which is so, you fail, turning the thing into a pile of rotting bile. Your hands smell of flesh rot, which is mixed with a burning scent as you gauntlets orb absorbs the evil energy you created in the process. You feel a strange sensation in coming from your gauntlet covered arm. Slowly, extending down your arm and farther, armour bands that shape and turn and morph, forge into intricate dark coloured armour around you, the plates getting closer and shifting your body in the process. You feel yourself growing slightly taller, and bigger, bulkier. Your body screams from the new sensations, and the bands are still slowly extending closer to your arm. You scream, but no sound comes out as from the back of your head a dark material covers your face. It morphs into a helmet, and you fall to the ground as your mind shrieks as its wreathed in darkness.
Gnarl, slightly amused, chuckles in his light toned yet sinister voice. "Soon. Very soon My Overlord." Your body screams further and you black out.
blaring red light covers your eyes as you stand up. You look down at your hands, which are covered in dark metal armour. You clank lightly, and notice your body seems to BE your armour, and dark forces slides down what little exposed flesh you have left.
Your minions gaze at you in a mixture of awe, and sheer horror, most of them bowing down before you instantly. You gaze shifts to Gnarl. You try and speak, but find that you can no longer produce the words.
(Transformation. May no longer utter words. -1 to Persuasion. -1 to Charm. +1 to intimidation. Aquired Black Armour. Aquired a Darkness Layer.)
Your gauntlet shimmers.
Neo:
Roll: 6
Your puddle-like body boils, hot water steaming up.
Jackrabbit:
Roll: 3
Your skin shimmers slightly, and you notice its harder to see yourself. However, your still visable. You none the less procede to climb the steps...
Emperor_Jonathan:
Roll: 1
You turn to horror and fly off of Neo as he starts to boil, just a few seconds before he turns into a Magma Elemental! You are severely burned.
NPC's:
'Neo': The prone body of 'Neo' groans slightly, his arm still bent at an awkward angle. "Help..." He croaks.
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Status:
Neo:
In Pillar Chamber. Magma Elemental. (You can sorta shape yourself. But anything complicated like a humanoid form would take skill.) Basic Earth Magic.
JackRabbit:
Wearing Black Attire, In Grand Hall. Darkness Magic. Novice Debater. Slightly Faded.
Vlynndar:
In Pillar Chamber. Wearing Kilt. VERY DRUNK Scotsmen.
Dwarfaholic:
Wearing Black Armour. Overlord (Various unknown abilities.) Has Minions. In Pillar Chamber. Martial Arts. Persuader. Darkness Layer.
Flint:
Wearing Begger Attire, Wielding Giant Screwdriver, In Pillar Chamber. Conjuration Magic.
Emperor_Jonathan:
Naked, Wielding Katana. In Pillar Chamber. Minor Bruises. Minor Cuts. NINJA-BESERKER!!!. Severely burned
NPC's:
'Neo':
Naked, Wearing Dark Stone Gauntlet. Broken Arm. In Serious Pain. Bleeding. Basic Earth Magic.
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Wow. Noone offered to help poor 'Neo'. You selfish people.
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