RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
12-04-2014, 02:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-25-2015, 01:49 PM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
This vengeful god must be quite doltish to entrust the likes of Watson's group to causing chaos of this kind. The more likely explanation is that some other nefarious group of archmagi performed ancient rituals best left unbeknownst to man. To advance their own schemes? Most surely! It's quite easy to rule a land in ruin after all.
Unfortunately, Watson can't disclose any of his theories due to all the spittle sounds he's making.
"Pfft! Ptoo! Pfftt, puh!" Watson attempts to get something off of his tongue.
Spittle sounds he's making because SOMEONE decided to fling paint at him like an animal but also endow him with IMMENSE STRENGTH while doing so. If this is the reward for having coloring dyes thrown at oneself, Watson wouldn't try it, if only due to the symptoms.
These thorns certainly aren't helping either. Watson tries climbing atop them, to see his fellow teammates and also for the height advantage he'll need to confront this Shadow (indeed, no champion could best Watson in combat! These are husks of true men, forced to serve this wicked mage's purposes). The Mana-leapers are certainly of some help in this attempt. Although...
He could attempt to engage the archmage in his own little Anti-magic enclosement. This should dispel these Shadows, if not this illusory landscape. But Watson's ideas are clambering one on top of each other, all of them desperate to be attempted, just as Watson is climbing, desperate to see the friends he's known in this short while (forgetting about the other man, whom Watson considers RUDE for their roundabout way of keeping Watson silent) and hatch a grand plan on an unwitting man...
Unfortunately, Watson can't disclose any of his theories due to all the spittle sounds he's making.
"Pfft! Ptoo! Pfftt, puh!" Watson attempts to get something off of his tongue.
Spittle sounds he's making because SOMEONE decided to fling paint at him like an animal but also endow him with IMMENSE STRENGTH while doing so. If this is the reward for having coloring dyes thrown at oneself, Watson wouldn't try it, if only due to the symptoms.
These thorns certainly aren't helping either. Watson tries climbing atop them, to see his fellow teammates and also for the height advantage he'll need to confront this Shadow (indeed, no champion could best Watson in combat! These are husks of true men, forced to serve this wicked mage's purposes). The Mana-leapers are certainly of some help in this attempt. Although...
He could attempt to engage the archmage in his own little Anti-magic enclosement. This should dispel these Shadows, if not this illusory landscape. But Watson's ideas are clambering one on top of each other, all of them desperate to be attempted, just as Watson is climbing, desperate to see the friends he's known in this short while (forgetting about the other man, whom Watson considers RUDE for their roundabout way of keeping Watson silent) and hatch a grand plan on an unwitting man...