Turn 191
3 Essences.
CMP [4+1+1=6]
POT [1+1+1=3]
CMP [6+1+1-1=7]
POT [1+1+1-1=2]
CMP [5]
POT [6]
Magus sat in the bar and thought about what to get. Some time later, Viznor came over for a moment to get himself an empty bottle. It was a bit strange to see people more interested in bottles than alcohol within them.
Doktor Diabolical:
"This is going to take a while, isn't it. No matter. Diabolicalness will triumph in the end!"
Doktor Diabolical attempts to grant additional processing power(read: intelligence) to the cube-bots. Then he makes three essences.
CMP [1+1=2]
POT [5+1=6]
END [6]
Doktor pulled out some magic out of one bot, changed it, duplicated it and scattered it back into the bots. If he did it right, they should be smarter now. One of the bots managed to pick up a smaller, non-bot rock and... threw it at Doktor. The rest soon followed. It seems that he did not actually do this right. At least life long exposure to such events made him resistant both mentally and physically to such things.
Summon a pair of dice that apply random effects to a target, then head out of the tower, toward the burning tree and somewhat mad mages.
CMP [3+1+1=5]
POT [4+1+1+1=7]
{Not going full 8d8?}
Gambler conjured forth a pair of dice to act as a focus of change. They would force fate to tie into knots and split into events with each roll. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any great trouble with that. Armed with his new tools, Gambler wandered out of the Tower and towards the burning tree, where some interesting fights and rituals going on.
Chorkinaan grumbled to himself. It was something about making enemies. Or was it about NOT making enemies?
Look for some less prized metal to deface and/or bum off of somebody.
Chorkinaan abandoned the thrones and wandered off through the Tower again. There was nothing but purple non-material that the tower was made of everywhere he looked. But he did find something unusual, and that something was a brownish mold. Chorkinaan recognized the mold as a spell-mold, a spell that acted mostly like a bunch of bacteria. This particular one slowly ate metals, though it was probably starving here.
Shias, the Druid of West
All that effort, wasted for nothing. Staff is gone, ritual power is gone, shell of wood is gone. I'm right back in the starting point. But such can be course of nature.
Shias collects anything useful left over by magical explosion and goes to the castle, first time since assault of alcoholic mage.
Shias looked around the firetree. There was little left on the ground but ash.Shias checked but the ash was not special in any way. The leaves on the tree were probably quite interesting, but they were also quite high up. Shias sighed and moved off to the tower.
((27 26 (looks like key's been messed up again) mages on the map, and the blood assassin chooses to go after the one who's already holding on to his life by a thread. Such is the way of RtM.))
"..."
Xom regards the fiend with fatigue and rage simultaneously evident in his glazed eyes. Would the intruders never cease?
Finally beginning to lose hope, Xom attempts to seek shelter from this hostile world by encapsulating himself in a shell of fused dust (using all remaining essences), leaving the pyramid to continue firing at Kahel. If the spell happens to fail, take a final defensive stance and try to fend off attackers.
Hearing no answer and seeing blood figure approaching once more, Kahel ceased hostilities for a moment, to make sense of the situation.
Summon frozen liquid shield to counter the pyramid beams. Slowly retreat from the fight to observe blood creature actions.
((I'd rather not sacrifice Xom to this bloody specter... When I find the one who sent it, this mage should regret his actions bitterly.))
SPD [4] vs [2+] vs [4]=
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [6+1=7]
DEX [5]
STR [6]
END [2]
CMP [2+1=3]
POT [5+1=6]
Xom called chaotic dust towards himself and built a shell to safeguard himself against the new opponent. The effectiveness of this could be debated, as the blood genie reformed his blade into a hammer and smashed the shell, sending Xom rolling. The shell blocked the worst of the damage, but it still hurt. Meanwhile, Kahel dodged another shot of the pyramid and was slinking away with a thin ice shield.
Keep trying to pull Easter into the fire tree
SPD
[1] vs
[6-1=5]DEX [autosuccess]STR
[6-1=5] vs
[1]END [2+1=3]Seva's grip was strong and his body was difficult to harm, but there was something that Easter could do without much difficulty. Something that would hurt too. He bent over, balancing swift movements with his stinger and wings, and ripped ten shards out of Seva's other claw. Seva, enraged by this exploitation of lack of pockets on himself, dived into the flames. This time, Easter did not manage to win the tug and was submerged in flames. Carapace cracked under heat and flesh bubbled beneath as this was just too much heat for Easter to handle.
{Easter,Carapace damaged, Regeneration disabled for 2 turns}
((I'd rather not sacrifice Xom to this bloody specter... When I find the one who sent it, this mage should regret his actions bitterly.))
((That would be me. I'm surprised he's actually trying to live up to his promise.))
Well, it looks like I'm done here, unless I can use my sightcube to scout that hex in the middle of snowlands. Prepare to head back to the geysers.
Cuberac sent out his cube in search for the center of all this cold. It was magical, he knew this, so there was a good chance for something interesting in the center. And indeed there was. There was a gap in the ground, a hole right through the island fifty meters wide. Within the hole floated a sphere of ice some 20 meters across. It was hard to see details as the cube began gathering ice on it. Normal ice wouldn't have such effect, which left magic. The cube might be able to get closer for more details, though doing so would almost certainly lose it.
tinker the propeller blades into the right shape.
2 essences
STR [1+1=2]
CMP [3+1=4]
POT [5+1=6]
CMP [3]
POT [2]
The good thing about having a mechanical fist is that it works as a serviceable hammer if you really need it. Alas, hammer is amazingly useless without a good surface to hammer things onto. The blade just bounced, refusing to bend.
This update is coming out earlier because I need to learn UNIX today and there is not much of today left. Anyone who hasn't posted an action yet because of entirely justified expectation that they still have 4-5 hours until update can post them now and they will get processed tomorrow along with PM's.
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