You listen for a moment, then release the last part of the anger-boosted Megaspell you knew for a second. But as soon as you touch the ground, you can't remember it.
As you look around at the falling debris formerly known as the town,bits of tower falling into the snow at your feet, you spot something.
The Blacksmith's building. Its still standing. How? How did anything townie survive that? the only remains are your big room, with Awesome chair in it, your giant Crysteel pot, your crysteel-topped Mecha-Bench, and all the rest of the stuff in your room. Alas, Bob is in pieces, as are Stabby and Chilly. You pull your sword and staff out of the icy floor, and stomp over to the blacksmith's, feet never sinking into the snow, or making tracks in it. The snow is getting deeper by the second.
Slicing the Blacksmith's door open, you see...nothing.
Where did he go? There is
no way, Magic or not, to vanish pretty much instantaneously. Except for the thousands of rumours about what a Legendary Metamancer can do, but they're just that. rumours. some of the mentors even went so far as to called them outright crazy talk.
But anyway, you stomp your staff on the floor, and the former mayor rises very, very slowly, carefully, and trying to both hold his hands up and warm himself at the same time. He is pretty old, if he hadn't been here for whatever reason, the chill would have killed him outright, like almost everyone else. you had heard a couple scattered mumbled moans who have certainly succumbed by now, but most everyone here was dead frozen were they stood, including a few couples doing something that was in no way platonic.
"w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w--hh-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-t-t-t-t-t?-?" the mayor said, almost indecipherable as it steadily got colder. Even you were getting a bit chilled, which was ridiculous. What had you done? You don't even remember concentrating much, it must have been ridiculously high-level.
"Where is The Blacksmith?"
The Mayor pointed. There was shattered crystal all over the area the mayor was pointing. "h-h-hh-h-e-e-e- d-d-dd--i-i-i-s-s-a--p-p-p-p-p-e-e-a-a-r-r-e-e-d-d. j-j-j-ju-u-u-us-s-t-t l-l-li-k-k-e-e t-t-h-h-a-a-t-t." The Mayor was curled up into a ball at this point, rocking back and forth, doing anything to stay the tiniest bit warm. He probably didn't even care that the mayor looked like a baby, he was freezing."h-h-h-he-e-e-e-e- b-b-b-r-r-o-o-k-k-k-e-e-e s-s-so-o-om-m-"
The Mayor never finished his sentence. He just stopped moving, still curled up in the fetal position.
You pulled all of your stuff into your room, shut the door, locked the windows, and used up all of the rest of your energy manipulating the snow and ice into sliding your room out of the blast zone, then passed out immediately.
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