"Biological warfare!" cried Thothalas. "If their spears don't kill you, the smell will!""Shade yourselves, my companions!"
Compounds in hand and fingers already jerking in arcane gestures, the young mage began his fiery flash spell.
"Mortal fire that burns within,
Strike the spark to light the night.
Burn so bright that the stars offend.
Fire our might to win this fight."
Cadbury seemed to realize Thothalas' mistake as the little bunny tugged at his master's cloak and then disappeared into the satchel for a measure of safety.
The young mage's face twisted in an internal agony
as he toppled to his knees, sinking into the stinking mud. A cry escaped bloody lips that screamed in mortal pain and terror as the elf's body began to glow brighter and brighter until an explosive concussion flashed from his crumpled form and detonated a fiery ring that washed over the surrounding terrain.
If his companions felt the fire that crawled over them, it was only a momentary tingle. But when the ring met the bullywogs in the forefront, their croaking screams fell silent in the pop and sizzle of their burning bodies. The remaining bullywogs stood shocked wether blinded or stunned by the ashy destruction before them, none can say.
With eyes glazed over, Thothalas tries to stand.
"Oh, my, I think I overdid it somewhat."
And promptly fell face down in the mud.
Thoth
--Previous Message--
: : Ral wasn't doing much better. If you knew
: where to look, you'd see his rope
: glistening slightly,that his staff seemed
: to dissapear into said robe, and if you
: had a healthy dose of paranoia, you might
: think that "All Seeing Yet Half
: Asleep" design on his robe just
: blinked. But, Ral happened to be the most
: paranoid member of this group, and he was
: busy dodging several nasty looking spears
: with a speed and grace Ral KNEW he didn't
: posess. Guess DM did to me what he did to
: Sterling, Ral mused, as he leaped over a
: spear thrust, I just whish I knew how to
: fight back..
: Friends, whishes are often stupid to make,
: because Gawd knows WHO will be listening.
: And beings who have enough free time to
: listen to folk's wishes, often have sick
: enough senses of humor to GRANT said
: wishes, in fun and educational ways. This
: being said, Ral got his wish.
: "AHHGH!" He screamed, and you would
: to if you had a spear in your shoulder,
: and a rancid smelling Bullywug was Much To
: Close. What you wouldn't do, is yell out
: "YA!" and in a binding motion,
: shatter the spear haft with one blow, and
: the Bullywugs jaw with another, then twist
: around in An Awfuly Impressive Spin, and
: start fighting off 'Wugs with your staff,
: returned from nowhere. Rad did, except for
: the spin part. Instead, he did something
: stupid.
: "How the HELL did I do that?!" Ral
: said, rather stupidly torn between
: stareing at his hands, the Bullywug, which
: just *lied* there, and the broken spear
: that was still in his shoulder.
: This time, he didn't say sometihng stupid, or
: mabye he did, yer call
: "Umm...help?" in a meek, I Think
: I'm In Shock, voice. Stupid, ne?
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