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[Nathan]

With all the strength left in him, Astalos casted spontaneous magic (Heal/Body - 4-2-1) (3 shifts)

Shifted to (Heal/Body - 1-2-4) [OOC: Let's not rip his body apart from that sudden gush of life flowing through him.]

Astalos felt little difference from the magic, apart from a stopping of pain. He still could not stand or really show any sign of life, to the outside world he still seemed dead. At least the pain had gone, but for how long?

[Tom]

Inquisitor Lucious was surprised. There was a lot more resistance than he had anticipated. Fortunately, the protective prayers will ensure the templars survival, but they would be out for quite a while, and most importantly, for now.

"Very well.", he announced, with a strong, unbroken voice to the crowd in general. "Will the guilty party please step forward?"

[loren]

The two templars lay on the ground bleeding profusely, while he originally thought them dead, the spell was blunted in some fashion. Given the nature of the order Dynamis surmised that their armor contained wards of some kind. The Inquisitor was another matter. As the Inquistior turned and called out to the crowd for the attacker to step forward jeers began to come out from the crowd. The witch hunters reputation having driven all the southern folk from the area only northerners and those raised in the colonies remained. Sympathy was not with the lone Inquisitor.

"Its the witch! She's right before you." One man cried, followed swiftly by another, "Show him witch! Show him your power!" The woman was utterly terrified, clearly the Inquisitor did not suspect her, though the crowd certainly did. The girl trembled in fear, unlike the others she had heard the stories of the black towers of the Inquisitors. She knew what fate awaited her, and the most terrifying thing was that she was a spellcaster herself. Her beauty was not entirely natural having been enhanced through the years with simple poltices and other formula that her aunt had taught her. Simple magic, nothing like a truly great spellcaster would be capable of. Afraid for her life now she took a small vial from her tunic and threw it to the ground sending up a large plume of smoke and ash. The girl emerges from the plume with murder in her eyes, she was not going to go quietly. A small dirk in her hand she charges the Inquistor shouting what appear to be curses, though in the din nobody can truly hear her.

Dynamis chuckles inwardly at his dumb luck. The crowd is cheering now, this is the most exciting thing to happen in ages. Joining the spectators he shouts out with glee. For a bit of added fun he casts Flaming Star targeting the Inquisitor. Maybe the girl will live after all. A five pointed star ignites around the Inquisitor the flames rushing in to do him grevious harm.

[Nathan]

Kalan finally reached the cabin, his bruised leg aching from having to walk on it. He found a sheltered spot behind the cabin, hidden by trees so that he cannot be spotted by anyone looking out from the cabin - but more importantly, out of that damn wind and rain that was still coming down.

"I best make sure I wasn't followed" Kalan thought to himself and cast Protection of the Night so that he would have a spirit to watch over him. Kalan pointed the spirit towards the path he had taken and had it ensure nobody followed him down it.

"But... What if they come through the forest itself" Kalan thought, getting rather paranoid now. That open grassland between the town and the forest had seemed like a long walk. He cast Protection of the Night once more and instructed the spirit to climb a nearby tree and watch for wandering people.

Finally, to relieve the last bits of paranoia, Kalan cast Protection of the Night a final time and had the spirit stay by him so that he may be instantly woken should the other two see someone approaching.

Feeling safe, Kalan laid down in a dry patch and went to sleep. He hoped that once he awoke, the aching from the copious amounts of alcohol and running will have subsided.

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[OOC: Kinda cutting myself off as now I'll be waiting until morning or someone disturbing him, but seems sensible that someone who just ran away and is recovering from drink should go to sleep ]

[Tom]

and the most terrifying thing was that she was a spellcaster herself.

Hm, that's good. We should discuss and decide whether players should be able to create NPC spellcasters or not. I tend towards "no". But it's allowed here as such a rule doesn't yet exist.

[Tom]

Inquisitor Lucious felt the heat of the attack spell, and it burnt his armour, but caused little more than discomfort for himself.
He advanced upon the few peasants who had not fled, his eyes darting among them to make out his true enemy. The witch he discarded with a few quick Mind Bullets, and she fell to the ground, bleeding from the ears and unconscious. She would live and the questioning would reveal where she had learnt her tricks.

But there was a worthy opponent around, and without his templars, Lucious was forced to invoke the wrath of the gods. Their feeble magic would be no match for those granted the gift that they stole. The will of the gods, wielded by him, would crush their attempts to raise themselves higher than men should rise.

His glance and holy gestures created more Mind Bullets, felling an innocent bystander too terrified to move. In his third attempt, the Mind Bullets hit Dynamis.

[Zakilevo]

(11)

Curse the healing magic. It never works. With a very sigh, Astalos decided to cast it one more time. At least he cannot feel the pain anymore, making things easier for him to focus. He focused magic energy around him and casted spontaneous magic (Heal/Body - 5-2-1) (3 shifts).

[Zane]

Zuno felt his control slipping away just when things were getting interesting. That damn tomcat was a stubborn one. Strong-willed. Fine, let him go. This voyeurism was awkward at best, regardless.

Zuno blinks and sits up in the hayloft, shaking his head. It always takes a moment for him to recover when he's been controlling another mind. Besides, he needs some quiet time to think. In the past he made sure to only use his powers to fleece helpless commoners, so he'd never needed to worry about wards or magical protections. This situation, though, was a dog of an entirely different color. First things first - devise some sort of protection for himself. Zuno concentrated and focused his mind inward, trying to build a mental wall between his mind and the rest of the world - spontaneous magic (Protect/Mind - 4-2-4) (11 shifts).

OOC: 11 shifts?  It's a protection spell, how could that possibly end badly? ;-)

[loren]

Hm, that's good. We should discuss and decide whether players should be able to create NPC spellcasters or not. I tend towards "no". But it's allowed here as such a rule doesn't yet exist.

OOC: I specifically set it up so that she 'thought' she was a spell caster, but in reality she's more of an alchemist.  I guess the major point is that an NPC spellcasters would be hedge wizards capable of doing practically nothing, or they'd be GMCs taking over the world.

Edit: [Insert evil laughter]

[Zakilevo]

With more than 5 shifts, things can go badly. It will cause a discharge. I doubt what magic you are trying to cast. It will simply either explode or just fizzle.

[loren]

Inquisitor Lucious felt the heat of the attack spell, and it burnt his armour, but caused little more than discomfort for himself.
He advanced upon the few peasants who had not fled, his eyes darting among them to make out his true enemy. The witch he discarded with a few quick Mind Bullets, and she fell to the ground, bleeding from the ears and unconscious. She would live and the questioning would reveal where she had learnt her tricks.

But there was a worthy opponent around, and without his templars, Lucious was forced to invoke the wrath of the gods. Their feeble magic would be no match for those granted the gift that they stole. The will of the gods, wielded by him, would crush their attempts to raise themselves higher than men should rise.

His glance and holy gestures created more Mind Bullets, felling an innocent bystander too terrified to move. In his third attempt, the Mind Bullets hit Dynamis.

As the Inquisitor began to cast a spell that Dynamis himself had created he recognized the movements of the hands and quickly errected a Earthen Shield made of the cobblestones between himself and the Inquisitor. Hearing the Orbs thump into the shield dislodging some of the stones he peeks out from his protection. "Why hello there! Sorry about the mess, but you know how it is," as he continues to talk his fingers play over his spell book, "Say, would you mind holding onto this!" With a sweep of his arm out behind his cover he throws a Lightning Bolt at the Inquisitor, "And this!" He says sending a Mana Spear hurtling after the Lightning Bolt. Not willing to take chances Dynamis ducks back behind his cover and takes a quick step back ready to protect himself again.

[loren]

Zuno felt his control slipping away just when things were getting interesting. That damn tomcat was a stubborn one. Strong-willed. Fine, let him go. This voyeurism was awkward at best, regardless.

Zuno blinks and sits up in the hayloft, shaking his head. It always takes a moment for him to recover when he's been controlling another mind. Besides, he needs some quiet time to think. In the past he made sure to only use his powers to fleece helpless commoners, so he'd never needed to worry about wards or magical protections. This situation, though, was a dog of an entirely different color. First things first - devise some sort of protection for himself. Zuno concentrated and focused his mind inward, trying to build a mental wall between his mind and the rest of the world - spontaneous magic (Protect/Mind - 4-2-4) (11 shifts).

OOC: 11 shifts?  It's a protection spell, how could that possibly end badly? ;-)

The spell does more than just protect his mind from the rest of the world, it fizzles badly, sending several Mind Bullets hurtling into the wall beside him showering him will debris.

[loren]

(11)

Curse the healing magic. It never works. With a very sigh, Astalos decided to cast it one more time. At least he cannot feel the pain anymore, making things easier for him to focus. He focused magic energy around him and casted spontaneous magic (Heal/Body - 5-2-1) (3 shifts).

His body feels incredily good for all of two seconds before the magic keeping his guts in slowly dissipates [3,2,1].  Some of the burns are a little better, but the pain slams him hard, causing him to moan in agony.

[Zakilevo]

Wasn't shifts just shifting around of numbers? They can be reduced as well?

P.S - Can't find the question I asked Tom about the shift. But I think he said reduced numbers have to go somewhere instead of simply disappearing.

[Tom]

With more than 5 shifts, things can go badly. It will cause a discharge. I doubt what magic you are trying to cast. It will simply either explode or just fizzle.

correct:

The side-effect must share the Base but can otherwise be
anything and hit anyone. It often affects the wizard himself.

So it will be a mind effect, but it can be any intent.