Turn 182
2 more essences, head southwest to where the mage is
CMP [6+1=7]
POT [6+1=7]
CMP [4]
POT [3]
SPD [(5)/2+2=4.5]
Seva flew off towards Damond and observed him form a distance. He seemed to be battling a troll ghost, sans one arm. There was a troll corpse nearby, possibly the same one Damond was fighting.
Damond, Master of Fist!:
"Duritarum? Nice name, but not mine."
Damond glares at the fourth wall, raising a fist.
"In any case, I've spent long enough fighting you. FINISHING STRIKE!"
Damond took a nice look at the link that connected the troll's soul to its body, preventing its soul from simply disintegrating. Then he punched it, using GBM to help fuel the modification of this particular punch to make it have a cutting effect.
{Dammit, that's twice I have messed your name up now.}
SPD [3-1=2] vs [1-1=0]
CMP [5+1+3=9]
POT [6+3=9]
END [2+2=4]
Damond left the troll to reel from the damage sustained and focused on the link keeping the ghost here. He then punched the link with knuckle pushed out and severed the link with a piercing strike. The reeling troll continued falling backwards, fell to the ground and then through the ground, dispreading forever. The creature was finally as dead as they get.
"Hey."
Position hyperbladecubes next to each cultist, prepare to murder if they get unfriendly.
Cuberac sent out his squad of hypercubes, waited a second, then stepped out into the light and introduced himself. The chanting ceased immediately, and cultists turned to him. One is slightly better robes than the rest shouted "Capture the interloper" and the cultists charged towards Cuberac. This was not the greatest of plans.
I can help make a rope to get you out of there.
Make a rope out of grass blades.(copying Inca(n?) technology here)
Oh, hey! Well, that went well. I guess I ended up altering boiling point as well as melting point. Well, now you've got your own little platform! It's a good thing that gaseous stone is apparently lighter than air, or you'd be suffocating right now.
Chorkinaan stepped back from the hole and turned towards Skelliborn, speaking in a lower tone.
I swear, if getting into TOAM is THIS easy, there's just no way there's NOT going to be a coup. Nice pocket dimension claws, by the way. Let me help you with that rope.
Chorkinaan casts a spell to perform fine modifications to several of the physical aspects of the grass which makes up the rope Skelliborn is creating, in order to make them more ideal for being woven into a rope. No essences.
((just a few minor tweaks to some of the essential attributes. Cohesiveness is a good thing to raise slightly, as is overall toughness. Just helping make a good rope.))
"Thanks."
2 essences.
If the ropes are successful, climb it up.
CMP [4+1=5]
POT [6]
CMP [5+1=6]
POT [5]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [5+1=6]
CMP [2]
POT [1]
STR [1-1=0]
Skeliborn conjured a rope of grass blades, a rope of decent quality and passed it to Chorkinaan. Chorkinaan improved the rope, strengthening and tempering it. Their effort was rewarded with a rope fine enough to tow trucks, but there was a weakness that they failed to account for. Namely, Surg not having the strength to pull himself out of the pit. He might had been able to get out if his leg wasn't stuck, but between the pain and actually being stuck, he ended moving not one inch upwards.
Even more powerrr with GBM.
CMP [1+1+3=5]
POT [5+2+3=10]
END [4+1=5]
Ritual+ Power:47 Of it chaotic:18 Sacrifices remaining:2]
Easter Sunday continued filling his form with power when some of the lines bent and fell on each other. An intersection collapsed rather than overlapped, threatening to throw off the entire structure. Easter swiftly connected the fault to a sacrifice and allowed magic to take it's course, destroying the sacrifice utterly. The outline returned, this time correctly, and the spell remained strong. There would had been far more trouble if he had not had the sacrifices.
Well then, if drugs don't work then let's give him old fashioned bear hug, the kind that grinds ribs into dust and snaps spine in five places.
And I think I had some tentacle vines on my juggernaut? I magic them wrapping around his neck and into his mouth, and taking root in his flesh.
SPD [1-1=0] vs [5-1-3=1]
CMP [3+1+3+5=12]
POT [2+3+5=10]
END [5+2=7]
LUCK [9]
SPD (6-1)/2+1=3.5]
SPD [(1-1)/2+1=1]
Shias approached Jackson, but the mage sensed him somehow and had a spell ready. It was a insidious spell, one that attacked his mind and the magic that rested within. Vines and moss began growing over Shias at incredible speed, as power of his essences flowed out and fused with plants around him. The only luck was that there wasn't enough growth to incapacitate him, but it was all extra mass that was not particularly useful. It showed how useless it was as Jackson took great care to stay well out of Shias grip, running away as soon as Shias got closer than five meters.
{Shias: Lost one of each essence. Gained Moss layer - Defense against blunt force increased}
"Here you go. Pleasure doing business."
Give the heavy lead containment box to Viznor in exchange for the translated book.
Flip through a few random pages to make sure everything's readable (and makes note of what forms are on those pages), then thank Viznor and head home to the tree.
I'm trying to cut down on the summoning lately, since summoning takes things from someone else (as shown in the techpriest incident which James feels guilty about)... James takes a ring off his finger, solid gold decorated with an emerald, and attempts to enchant it. Enchant it to make sure whatever objects I summon were abandoned and unwanted by anyone else. 5/5 of essences and a lesser blood magic.
The enchantment should probably make summoning more difficult due to the smaller selection. But I can always take it off in emergencies.
CMP [6+2+5+1=14]
POT [1+1+1+5+1=9]
END [2+1=3]
{Usually, I'd say that such enchantment is beyond your ability (You'd need Enchantment for it), but this is mostly just fluff so eh, whatever.}
James flips through the book and on the very first page there are descriptions on how to recognize buttons by touch. Apparently, they are different and since you lack ability to see in ultraviolet, the only way to recognize which is which is by touch. You manage to find the one which returns the Cube to a base form from any other form. It worked well, and James gave Viznor a heavy lead box in return with a thanks. James the took off his ring and forced onto it an enchantment, some would say to avoid consequences. Truly, it was because James was possibly the only genuinely good mage, and not having people asking to return their property was just a bonus.
Remember what I was doing.
{You were in the Tower, pretending to be a potted plant to all systems, conjuring Essences and pondering philosophy.}
continue exploring with my new slime friend! four essences.
CMP [6+1=7]
POT [4+2=6]
CMP [2]
POT [3+2-1=4]
CMP [4+1-2=3]
POT [4]
CMP [2+1-3=0]
LUCK [6]
Clownman continued going deeper into the island, and found some rather interesting creatures. they looked like jellyfish, but they floated above the ground seemingly looking for something. Clownman decided against checking if he fit the criteria of what they were looking for, but there was a rather amusing incident when one of his incompetence essences ran wild, causing a jellyfish to float up and down as if it was drunk.
Forge on to the east.
Duritarum left the flare and ventured eastwards. Whatever the flare would attract, he had no interest in it. In the east, past a mushroom forest he found a rock flatland with cracks, and two mages overlooking a crack. The cracks revealed that there were gemstones of all kinds trapped within the rock, easily accessible for anyone who wanted them.
Make three more essences.
CMP [1+1+1=3]
POT [4+1+1=6]
CMP [5+1+1-1=6]
POT [6+1+1-1=7]
CMP [1]
POT [6]
Gambler sat comfortably in his throne, resting from dragging it for a fair distance. the luck potion rested in one of his many pockets, and had yet to attract any snoopy inspectors. Now the chair, There was a dilemma. Use it or not? He was still quite lucky, but with the blood curse, it paid to be careful.
Inside Kahel's mind, memories ran in short succession, starting with battle against treants in the old island, continuing with rapidly declining luck and ending with still-imprinted pain of aching limbs. No. He won't let this continue!
Flee from this cursed place, where no one beside druids should ever place their feet!
If retreat fails, use (up to three times, if needed):
"Burning Hands" - novice spell which requires direct contact and burns opponents into fine crisp while scaling with power. Not quite sure about modifiers, as simple heat transferral should do the deed quite fine. Perhaps "massive"?
Else, search for a mage to greet with fiery previously-described death.
DEX [2]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [6+1=7]
Kahel turned around and rushed straight out of here, but he was not swift enough. Vines reacted to his swift movements with swift movements of their own, wrapping around his limbs and dragging Kahel upwards. There was some panic and then Kahel returned to tried and trusted method of pyromancy gardening. A vine writhed and then withered in his hands as sparks flew freely. few quick touches returned Kahel on the ground and swift legs took him away. There was nothing good about this forest.
Imbue the oversized ring with [chaotic Law +1/+1], [Law +1POT] and [chaotic Chaos +1CMP] essences to create a barrier for containing and concentrating chaotic energies within the circle.
More chaos essence roulette!
CMP [2+1+1+1=5]
POT [3+1+1+1=6]
CMP [2]
POT [1]
CMP [5+1-2=4]
POT [1+1-2=0]
CMP [1+1-3=-1]
LUCK [6]
Xom looked over the huge ring before him. It was not exactly suited for personal use, but that did not make it useless. It could still be used as a focus, or even as a gateway. Outside of the ring reshaped itself into bismuth patterns and a barrier unnoticeable to those not attuned appeared around it. It proved amazingly useful as just moments later essence flowed out from Xom's hands and was captured by the ring.
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