Turn 155
Oh pain. Wayfarer realized that he couldn't run now. And his sword was still stuck in the ground.
Assets:
1 facemask/helmet thing.
1 absurdly huge sword, currently unusable due to being embedded in the ground.
1 fist-sized chunk of solid force.
Assorted low-power essences.
And his foe... hugely outclassed him. Time for drastic measures.
After all, his physical attacks were basically useless against this foe, and there was no way his magic was going to be sufficient unless he made use of a blood sacrifice.
Sure, it would be a pain. But it was preferable to what was basically a 100% chance of death.
So PM action.
PM action.
SPD [4-5=-1] vs [1-2=-1]
CMP [1+1+3+2-1=6]
POT [5+1+2=8]
DEX [1+1=2]
CMP [1+1+1=3]
POT [3+1+1=5]
DEX [1+1=2]
Both Viznor and wayfarer began preparing their magic, one hopeful and the other defensive. Wayfarer began the spell first, but Viznor's magic was simpler, making both of them unleash their spells at the same time. A defensive shroud surrounded Viznor, flickering about due to few faults in its construction. Wayfarer was better with his spell and a glowing chunk of solid force appeared in the air. The trouble was that it appeared some three meters away from Viznor. It began falling to the ground, but was beaten in speed by an arrow shot by Viznor, although its aim was not much better as it nailed a shrub fair distance away from Wayfarer.
Well, that place seems active. Who was that... I believe the first one was Jase Blackthorn? ...With wings? And his guest, the bodybuilder... His name was James, I believe. I can't seem to remember either of their affinities... I'd have to say this gentlemen here is Bob T Baker, the only paleomage I've ever met. Why can I remember wizards' names so well? I'm awful with names, but I never seem to forget a wizard's name. Well, enough talking to myself, time to prepare for the worst. Good idea to get a bit of preparation going anyway. Chorkinaan creates a shield for himself, its asked properties being that it is weighted as if forged from steel (which is lighter than straight iron), unnaturally tough, and not affected by gravity. Essences: +1cmp, chaotic +1pot, and one +1/+1.
CMP [4+2+1-1-1=5]
POT [5+1+1+1=8]
LUCK [1]
Chorkinaan edited reality once more, this time for protective purposes. A good shield was second best thing after a full set of armor, and Chorkinaan knew what to want in a shield. His magic, however disagreed. It felt jealous of his inclination to physical, rather than magical approach to murder, and decided to teach Chorkinaan a lesson. The shield was everything he wanted, but it also had everything that could turn a shield useless. The grip on the shield was razor sharp. The shield was bent outwards, meaning that it would catch rather than deflect attacks, but even that would be difficult to achieve, as the shield was about as large as a bowl.
"Yeah. This should be suitable for my purposes."
Search the island. Try to find demon. Make three essences.
LUCK [1]
DEX [2]
D2 {1} - no etherealness.
END [5]
Kahel continued his exploration of the island, and found out that it was indeed as barren as it looked. There weren't even any plants here, possibly the work of the slime he had killed. But it was not entirely empty. A creature stood before Kahel, and he couldn't help but think that it looked a bit like a jellyfish. If Jellyfish could fly, had been red and had several tentacles that were armed with several kinds of needles in addition to the usual poisonous ones. One of the needle tentacles was raised towards Kahel and the needle disappeared, only to reappear in Kahel's chest with a wet *thud*. It seemed to be coated in something, but that something was either not very effective or slow acting, as Kahel didn’t feel anything unusual. The pain was there, but that was to be expected when one gets stabbed.
"Imps as gardeners. This is new." Shias wonders aloud. "I'm Shias, Druid of the West, and I'm new on these lands. I sought out to grow my own plants and found this place, and put the overly hungry plants to sleep. Have you not been feeding them properly? And as a new person on this area I'm not familiar with deals you have made with forest. Do you have Token of Deal?"
Demand to see their sign of deal in non-hostile manner and inspect its validity. Maybe they are just lying? If they have no proof of deal, then consult the forest.
I have no clue how the stuff goes around in your forest, but druids here don't do written agreements. I can understand reluctance to sign on anything involving demons, but locals seem to distrust paper itself for some reason. They planted a bunch of flowers that are supposed to change color if people cast magic, though how they differentiate it from ambient magic I have no idea. The head imp informed Shias. He also helpfully led the druid to one of alleged magic detecting flowers. It certainly had a bit of an artificial look to it, a single bulb on a thin and long stalk, it seemed far too easy to be destroyed by anyone brushing by to have grown all naturally. The flower was bright orange. As they approached closer, the flower changed its color into deep blue with grains of gold.
"Oh damnit, you used a spell to put our plant's to sleep, didn’t you?"Make 2 essences, try to touch the illusion.
CMP [5+1=6]
POT [3]
CMP [3]
POT [6-1=5]
Cuberac carefully walked over to the illusion and attempted to touch it. The illusion moved away. He lunged at the illusion and it deftly dodged out of the way. It was rather useful, as anyone trying to discern true from false would have no less trouble testing which was which.
Remember that ring I made a couple of turns ago? Make another one of those, as well as three essences.
Also, put on the first one, if I haven't already.
CMP [2+1+1-1-1=2]
POT [2+2+1=5]
Gloomy gathered his power again and attempted to forge another ring. The ring part went off okay, but everything afterwards was a complete disaster as magic began fraying into sharp edges. Some less experienced mage would have likely lost their clear thinking (and fingers) but Gloomy had (unfortunately) large amount of experience with this. Magic that attempted to tear off his fingers resolved into eight glowing rings around his fingers sans thumbs. One of the rings moved forward, neatly pushing off the ring Gloomy had conjured before and only returned to its original position after the ring clattered on the ground. The glowing curse that had pushed off the ring began to unravel rapidly, the tears spreading to nearby rings as well. It would seem that at least the first ring was a success.
{Slippery fingers, 1 turn}
"Of course I have a moment, I came here to talk to you actually. How're ya doing?"
3 healing essences while I talk to Jase.
CMP [6+2=8]
POT [5+1+1=7]
CMP [1+2-1=2]
POT [3+1+1-1=4]
CMP [6]
POT [6]
James struck up a conversation with Jase, happy to see a familiar face again. They hadn't parted long ago, but massive dragons have this time extending quality in memory. Jase too was happy to see James, and was swift to share some thoughts as to the nature of the Islands.
Ritual preparations by summoning two more boxes, one of assorted electrical parts, and one of assorted clockwork parts.
CMP [4+1+1-1=5]
POT [2+1+1=4]
CMP [6+1+1-1-1=6]
POT [3+1+1-1=4]
Jiksap conjured forth a pair of extra boxes filled with parts. There was some good stuff in there, possibly enough to construct something interesting to more people than just Jiksap. It wouldn't be going in construction through the usual means though. What Jiksap crafted this for was magic.
2 essences.
CMP [4+1=5]
POT [6+1=7]
CMP [3]
POT [1]
Eterna continued watching the good show before him. He wondered if he should help, but decided against it. It looked dangerous, and the golden throne wasn't half bad. Besides, they seemed to be doing just fine.
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