Banjo wrote: » "you're the professional! Do I ask you how to explode old ladies's houses or come up with creative racial slurs in archaic languages, spangala arwenessa? I'd say wait till you see the whites of his eyes, but... Well... " She slow-blinks her ebon peepers for emphasis. "Gauge when he's about half way between your start and end point and warn me if that's going to put him inside my range, might as well get a few pops in, get his attention." (If we're in range, she shouts to the elemental "let me pass and I'll send you home quickly")
Banjo wrote: » Ooc : 9
Fourier wrote: » A ball of white hot extra-planar energy hits the elemental in the face, causing it to miss its next target. Enraged it turns and charges Retula. Lumol phaseshifts at just that point, the whole world turning blue as they pass through the elemental, directly behind it, the carriage carrying three mages, one with his arms raised and concentrating. "Will I toss you on Retty?" Tsoin asks
Banjo wrote: » "Tsoin, if you're good with the trees - and on the way here you were ****ing great with the trees - let's go that way. Don't fancy tangling with the river god on home turf"
Fourier wrote: » The man in golden armour who spoke to Retula floats back up to the other ghostly judges and whispers to another one in jade armour, who then nods and heads away from the race to the North.
OldGoat wrote: » Suspicions aroused Mags follows as discreetly as he can. "If anyone's gonna nobble this race it'll be me."
OldGoat wrote: » Mags uses 'Magehand' to fingerflick trinkets off the totem as they are being put on, keeping the knight distracted as he moves into striking range. He finesses the tip of his rapier to the seam between helmet and pauldrons, at that thin bit of neck that is on view between layers of armour. "I think we should be aiming this interference at your racer, not mine, donja think?" OOC:Intimidation roll?
OldGoat wrote: » Mags, using all of his orcish scariness growls soft and menacing, "Do you really believe that death is the worst fate I can deliver you? Redirect your incantation against your own racer before I feed you to my Djinn, to be his plaything for all eternity. I'm sure you can appreciate how...lonely...a Djinn can get with no one to torment. Unimaginable horrors, ceaseless, for every moment of your existence, across every plane. Death is a mere bauble, like those trinkets you are playing with but the endless attention of a Djinn...well, now THAT is something special."
Fourier wrote: » Glancing at Mags's ring, he considers for but a moment. "That is a Djinn's ring...I have little choice, my apologies Lord Yumjin..." He begins to alter the spell. "What is this Retula to you Bard, that you would help her so?"
OldGoat wrote: » "She is my heartsong, she is my joy, she is my reason and she is my...awwww, who am I kidding, I'm only in it for the money and the fame. When you are finished with that spell please remove your armour, drop your weapons and magic trinkets then depart to the ethereal realm."
Fourier wrote: » Retula manages to tear her eyes away, most of the racers alongside her turn to stone. The snake hisses and begins to move along the ground toward her....
Banjo wrote: » OOC : Distance from me to him? Are there unpetrified racers behind me? (Bird can look) Also you mentioned it uncoiled from an idol - is it a stylised god or just another victim of it's petrifying stare.
Banjo wrote: » Ooc : too close to finish a binding and use it Create bonfire between Regular and the snake, at an angle so it has to turn to one side to avoid going through and she can cut in on the far side to keep it between them. "Feast on them or choke on me, up to you, dude."
Banjo wrote: » Retula finishes writing in her tome "Jaqti, the Shadow's Sting, who finds his mark and guides it home." then cups a treated bolt on one hand. If the snake moves she hurls the bolt at its face and commands "take it's right eye"
Banjo wrote: » Ooc : what's the roll? Nothings ever survived getting hit by the treated bolts before 1d6?
