Last turn of the night, sleep tight y'all.
Okay, that's not good. Use a spell to exempt myself from the mind control. Actually, let's make it an exemption from all mind control.
[3] You attempt to craft a shielding spell to ward you and your patrons from the mascots INCESSANT. JINGLE. Your focus prevents the tune from working its way further into your psyche, but it's not enough concentration to cast a full shield charm.
[2] Your patrons are still gathered around the Mascot, shuffling aimlessly.
Copyright the name Xantalos, and then drain all of Xantalos's power through THE POWER OF COPYRIGHT.
[4] vs [1+1]
You manage to break past the Non-Euclidian lawyers and somehow copyright Xantalos' own name.
He now suffers a penalty when he refers to himself in his posts.[4] vs [2+1] Draining his power a bit trickier, you manage to siphon off a bit of Eldritch energy, but in his own domain, that ain't much.
You get a +1 to just the next turn.
Right, y'all are officially evicted. Git out my dimension!
Kick all these pesky players out of my resident dimension with my bullshit powers and turn my god siphon back on.
Make sure to read Smoke Mirror's turn.
[3] Try as you might, the reality of your plane is slow to bend to your will, and everything's too in flux. Everything remains as it is, annoying though it might be.
The ANCOM Wizard awaken and he decide to cause Revolution to dissolve the state... his powerful red and black magic hopefully can unite this time
[1] Before you can usher in a glorious revolution, twin manacles of CAPITALISM appear out of thin air and clamp themselves around your ankles and wrists.
Your magic is dampened! You're gonna need to find some non-magical means of getting them off.
sleepmurder that receptionist.
Is like sleepwalking but with murder.
[5] Giving in to the sleeping sound, your body awakens its Unconscious Mage Defense! Completely asleep, your body manages to lash out with pure magical energy and [1] completely miss the Receptionist. At least you've gotten her to back off, and with the sound stopped, you snap back awake, ready to do something else.
Turn my form into that of a fire elemental.
[6] vs [6] ( seriously )
Enraged by this old
bitch witch, your fury ignites your magic, transforming your body physically into that of a fire elemental. The process gets a bit out of your control, and you start spewing forth flames like a gushing fire-toilet.
"Harrumph. Young ones and their displays of power...", the old woman says, and she draws a pestle from god knows where and waves it around like wand. Suddenly, a toxic, sulphuric gas proceeds to descend around you, choking you, making every inch of you hurt due to the fire mixing with the fumes. The pain is so great that even the old woman starts to get disturbed by your screaming. With a give, your body collapses, having reverted back to its original human state. The trees no longer bind you, but you're not in good shape either.
Disrupt attempt to ebict me from this realm. Sprinkle salt in Xan's eyes.
Xantalos' ( Copyright pending ) banishment has already failed. Using your salthammer, [2+1] + [4+1] you attempt to blind the Eldritch Beast with salt in its eyes, but a vortex into space opens up just next to its faceass, sucking the salt away. You gotta get closer.
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