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I'm in no rush here, so create 4 more essences to be safe.
My mech is soon to receive an upgrade.
CMP [2+1=3]
POT [2+1+1=4]
CMP [2]
POT [4+1+1-1=5]
CMP [4+1-2=3]
POT [5]
CMP [3+1-3=1]
POT [1+1+1-3=0]James was meditating. Even in this unfavorable position, the adamantine mech was a formidable platform of weapons. And his focus would bring it back on the road very soon.
Aether sense those obelisks to figure out if they have affinities or anything else about them I can. Use my +1 CMP essence. Then make another aether essence.
CMP [1+1+1=3]
POT [3+1=4]Once more Jase reached out with his mind. What he found was a maelstorm of power. Trio of obelisks continiously clashed against each other with magic of unimaginable scale. It was so much, too much. Aether mage was owervhelmed by the sheer power that the stones radiated. Too exhausted by the ordeal, Jase had to rest for a bit. As he was catching his breath, the memories of force fadet and few details came into focus. The power of obelisks was in balance, with none having an advantage, and the magic was wild, there was no thought behind it.
Find a small piece of rock and throw it at the black rune.[/b
LUCK [6]Crimson was meanwhile doing his own kind of testing. Something more practical, say, finding out how obelisks react to contact. Turns out that they would not react at all. Peeble bounced off from hard obelisk with no damage for either obelisk or peeble being caused.
"Hmph. Nothing useful here. But still, such power..."
Poundering about possible uses of my weapon, I walk from the fully explored castle and, if nothing is suspicious, clim onto one of the towers (preferably using stairs this time) to observe landscape once again.
EDIT: Thanks for reminder. Notice & kill yet another mage. Why can't anyone leave me and my property alone?!
Observe surroundings, proceed into the castle carefully and be prepared to do magic.
Cast "Dangerous Jumps: First episode." from my mental spellbook on anyone I see who is not aware of my precence. Use two normal essences for both phases of the spell. Finish the guiding session by delivering the finer points of my wisdom to his skull with my rocks.
Otherwise if I see anyone charging at me with hostile intent, keep my distance and then cast "Shaked, not stirred." on him. Use all essences for this. Finish with more traditional skullbashing.
Mental spellbook:
Throw both stones upwards and just a moment before they leave my hands transfer their vectors to the target. Effect of this should result stones remaining in my hands and the target flying up with double speed.
Once target is falling and almost reaching floor/ground, double his motion vector.
Bash my rocks together with full force, and a moment before they meet eachother transfer vectors from them on to the target's respective brain hemispheres.
End result: Rocks stop before touching eachother, and target's brain is making nice mush of itself. Or at least he'll have a serious concussion.
LUCK
[1] vs
[5]CMP [2+1+2=5]
POT [6+2+1=9]
CMP [5+2+1-1=7]
POT [6+2+1-1=8]
END [6+1=7]Two mages entered castle proper. One comming from the dungeons onto one of the towers, another entering from outside. Whaz was temporarily blinded by the sun after spending a long time in the dungeons, and that allowed Aoshi to spot his oponent first. His spells were as precise as his movements had been up to now. Without fail, Whaz was sudenly thrown ten meters upwards in the air only to plumet downwards at even greater speeds. Such was the force of his fall that the aged tower floor colapsed when shadow mage fell. Same happend to the floor below. Sooner that Whazs eyes managed to ajust to the brightness of day, he found himself lying under few hundred kilograms of stone rubble with bruises all over.
"I appreciate the offer, but I was simply here to learn a new disease, not become your vessel, I have no desire in such things. Also, it appears to me you are stuck here, which means something more powerful has trapped you here. Anyways, what your affairs are our your own, and mine my own, but, once again, thanks for the offer.
Disappointed, I walk out of the magical field, and scan for other interesting locations.
LUCK [7]
LUCK [9]"It was not an offer, though your desires are understandable." The avatar extended one of it's arms forward and slim streams of red shot forth, catchng Witness' left hand in their grip. Within his mind, plague mage heard the voice of the avatar, tenfold louder and clearer than before
"We are not contained, yet we cannot enter. The temporal rift that formed when extradimencional transport device was destroyed here allows us to interact in a limeted way with the world of this day. We are the unity of all that is alive. Use us, command us, we care not what you think of your position. We have already succeded, we merely think that we could do better on a re-do." With that the voice dissapeared and when plague looked down on his arm, he noticed several disturbingly organicly looking red lines forming a magical mark. There was something else, for when Witness thought of what it could be, a thought came to his mind, seemingly entirely of his own making, yet it had impossible knowlege. The Virus that Avatar consisted off was now contined just around his arm, ready to lash out at a command. Few more thoughts came from that place which informed him of his new power. It told of a nearby magicly protected vault that managed to survive through the teraforming.
Look around.
LUCK [2]Alexander lookedd around the newfound lands, ripe for conquest. Some heinous beast could be seen doing something atrocious to a corpse in the nort. Lakes of varied sizes were to east and west. Grassland was all that could be found to the south. There were some fortifications to the southwest. There was also some strange creature, looking like a bunch of seaweed stuck together crawling towards him comming from the eastern lake.
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((Sarrak, your blade being ethereal, won't triger rolls for nor STR nor DEX. Right now, it's something of a magic staff. You poke stuff with it, and the object is affected by the spell (of aging). Your magic on a stick. The power is equal to what you rolled when making the sword.))
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