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TEST DRIVE ※ 2
TEST DRIVE ※ 2
The spirit of the Green needs defenders but the game of fate it must play makes it so that its plans are like a garden, always in need of careful pruning. Only certain individuals are capable of living a life of adventure -- and even many who are capable may not be the heroes the Wilderlands needs.
The only way for the Green to be sure is by providing a test -- and as far as tests go, this one's a doozy, because the situation is real. There are countless conflicts all over the Wilderlands that are in need of intervention, so the Green tosses you head first into one of them with no warning or explanation. During it, you may perhaps run into others like yourself, thrown in over their heads -- or into others that came to the Wilderlands before you. Either way, your only chance of getting through it is to work together with whatever other unfortunates you find.
Welcome to the wilds, hero. Good luck with that whole 'deadly peril' thing.
A powerful Sorcerer left his apprentice in charge of his lair, but the apprentice has made a mess of things. He enchanted a broom and animated it to do some of his chores, like filling a basin with buckets of water. After the broom went out of control and overfilled the basin, he was forced to destroy it, but the shards only turned into more anthropomorphic brooms.
Now, hundreds of brooms are pouring water into the Sorcerer's lair, the Sorcerer's apprentice has run away (and magically locked the door, because he's a coward) and you're stuck in the middle of it all as the brooms keep pouring more and more water down the stairs into the Sorcerers' stronghold.
This room is filled with the requisite wizarding accouterments (like a stuffed alligator hanging from the ceiling) and most of it is just replaceable magical tchotchkes, but some of the books here are priceless and one of a kind. The Sorcerer is a force for good and his careless apprentice has made it so important ancient books may be destroyed before he returns, ones that could help turn the tide against evil in the Wilderlands.
The Green whispers to you that the brooms must be stopped and the books must be saved. The voices tell you that the magic in them is needed to save lives.
Also, you kinda need to not drown. Because the water's up to your knees and drowning's definitely a thing that might be happening if this keeps carrying on. The door is magically locked and the windows are magically warded so that while water can be poured out through them, people can't travel in or out of them. You're trapped.
Time to start bailing water and working together. Things are starting to look a little damp.
A. FIGHT A HOUSEHOLD CLEANING IMPLEMENT
The brooms can probably be destroyed permanently! Maybe. Possibly.B. MESS WITH MAGIC
It's worth a shot, right? Aside from the destructive magic you might find yourself now possessing (or superpowers or magic weapons...) The Sorcerer seems to have been doing some experimentation with gunpowder, among other things. The lair has firewood, flint and other firemaking supplies. Also axes and other tools.
The brooms can potentially reproduce from the shards if destroyed but if burned to ash or if the pieces are fine enough it may be possible to stop them once and for all. But if you fail, well, you may find your problem multiplying.
The Sorcerer has a lot of interesting-looking books on magic. Maybe you can find something useful within one of them that can stop the brooms and help make some of the water disappear?C. BAIL A BUDDY OUT
Or you may just accidentally curse yourself. Good luck with that.
(OOC: All magic within the books can potentially help somewhat but only a little. Otherwise, characters can god any kind of curse effects they like for their character that occur from reading the books or trying to cast magic: legs turning to jelly, their voices turning squeaky, characters shrinking, characters growing in height, etc. etc. Feel free to get creative!)
Sometimes the best thing to do is push up your sleeves, grab a bucket, and get to work. While you can't climb out the warded windows, the water can be poured out of them and there are plenty of buckets to use to bail water. Grab a new friend and try to form a bucket brigade for a very work-intensive and awkward first introduction.D. THE FLOOR IS LAVA
Well, not necessarily lava, but as the room starts filling with water, the floating furniture might be the only thing keeping you and the people around you alive. Help the people around you perch on furniture and stay afloat. Save the important books if you can, too, but you may want to make not drowning and preventing others from drowning a priority until the crisis is over.G. FREESTYLE
The situation is pretty silly, with wild magic, gunpowder, anthropomorphic brooms, and flooding going on. Feel free to make something up! It's a big lair with a lot going on.
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The Biologist | The Southern Reach
Her thought process goes: this chamber is a very small ecosystem and it's being overrun by an invasive species. To deal with that, all you need to do is introduce a predator. Not something large enough that it'll itself be a hazard when the brooms are gone. No, something...smaller. Something that likes the sudden wet.
Luckily there's a whole shelf bookcase labeled SUMMONING on the side. She's already lept onto a table to get at the highest books on it (the lowest being, well, a wash).
Whoever you are, a tall woman in a quasi-military jumpsuit is now tossing books down at you.
"Find anything on...summoning very small animals, he probably calls them 'wee animalle spirittes' or something...Or on blights, specifically for crops and timber."
She feels a pang of remorse at doing this to someone's research materials. But if they don't do this, both them and the books will drown.
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"The fuck that's gonna do? All yer doin' right now is ruinin' what we've been told to save," he called back, tone pissed off as yet a fourth book came his way. This time he caught it. Awkwardly and with a lot of cursing as he barely kept hold of the others, but definitely caught.
"Stop tossin' 'em and look yerself!"
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Which was something she should have told him in the first place, but a career spent mostly in solitary work and then the absolute lack of any human contact in Area X after the first few days had left her communication skills lacking.
An armful of books in her arms too, she drops from the table to stand beside him. She spreads her books on the table and is rapidly fingering through indexes with the practiced speed of someone who's spent a long time in libraries. Her lips move silently, mouthing the words she's looking for.
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"Still ain't said how gettin' a bunch of dumb animals in here is gonna help. All's it's gonna do it clog up the system with more bodies. 'Less yer tryin' ta drown a bunch of stuff for a quick meal or something. That could work."
Be a pretty gruesome death, sure, and the bodies would be waterlogged after, but it'd be food.
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She flips through another book, chasing anything even remotely related to things that could get you killed by a torch wielding mob. She's also concerned about the rising water levels. Damn this sorcerer for being such a nice guy! Her eyes narrow as she begins to suspect she's found something.
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"Termites? Fucking termites? You have any idea how long it takes those fuckers to eat away at wood, even assumin' the brooms are made of the kinda wood they like to eat? You want something to destroy that shit, you wanna destroy 'em fast, you best get lookin' for somethin' that causes a fire storm or holds 'em in place so we can get 'em lit up good."
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"We're waist deep in water and they're all carrying water buckets."
Speaking of, the water had gotten to one of the lower shelves of the bookcase, causing most of the books to tip over in the sloshing, sinking slowly down at their feet. One bobbed up though, perhaps hidden behind the others. Was it enchanted or merely bound in cork? It said simply: DESTRUCTIVE MAGIC
[OOC: Up to you what's in it, the wood-rot spell she's looking for, the fireball he wants, or something else!]
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He glanced at the first book and opened it randomly. He wasn't sure what it was or could do, but hell, it sounded fun and was better than goddamn termites.
Daryl spun the book around and pushed it to her, pointing at the surface, "You wanna toss a spell around? Try that one. I'm gonna get these as high as I can."
The spell, pages dry from it's enchantment, read Ice Bolt. Maybe freezing them would work?
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She looked back at Daryl, giving him the stink eye, but having to admit to herself that this did sound quite useful. It didn't seem too complicated. She aimed, held out her hand and began to recite the incantation: "Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead...Shit!" A bright cloud began to spill from her mouth, little motes dancing. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stop more.
Those words were definitely not what was written in the spellbook. Somehow she couldn't recite any words of power besides what The Crawler had given her.
"You do it. Please." She said, muffled behind her hand, thrusting the book at him and afraid of giving him The Brightness. "I'll move the other books higher."
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He cautiously reached out without moving closer and pulled the book back toward him, keeping his distance while he read over it. Or tried to. Most of it he couldn't really understand. It was like he knew the language, in theory, but it wasn't something he'd practiced much of. Like Spanish or something he'd picked up some of here and there through osmosis. But not enough to really do anything with.
It sure didn't mention anything dead though. He was positive of that.
He shook his head, book still cradled in his arms, "Can't read it. Words don't make a lick of sense past 'ice' and 'freeze'. What was that you were goin' on about?"
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"...Sorry. I'll explain that later. For right now, I don't think I can...cast any spells." She said, stacking books to temporary safety. "But maybe I can help you cast them."
The current shelf done, she squinted at the book. Words which had been formerly so clear now seemed to blur and shift, like they didn't want to be read. It took intense focus for her to read them now that she was just trying to look at them, not cast them. The Sorcerer's security system, perhaps?
"I think it's Latin...Hoc...est..."
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"What about something like a teleportation spell?" He asks, a little distractedly, as he flips through the book. "Maybe we could teleport ourselves out, well, and the books too if you want."
He could probably do it himself under better circumstances, but he doesn't really want to risk it. A magic equivalent probably exists though.
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"If you see it, go ahead. I give you permission to move me as well. But to me, this looks like the ideal environment for a wood-eating microorganism...Or termites."
Hope you're not squeamish, or you're gonna have a hard time adventuring with her.
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"Wait, hold on." He starts, directing the hovering books into a neat stack on the table with one hand. "Am I... Doing the spell? I know I have the, uh, Telekinesis or whatever. And some other things. But it's not like-- I mean, I haven't even been formally trained in that."
He wants to roll his eyes at himself. Formally trained? It's not like fencing or plumbing, or something. Do you even really get trained in being psychic?
"And well, it's not working right. Like there's something fogging up my mind-- I don't know. The point is, it's not like wizard powers. Y'know, wands and spell books so I... I don't know if it would work."
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"...Shit. Are you feeling alright otherwise?"
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"You mean physically? Well, I'm a little hungry and I could use a nap. And I'm kind of worried about dying in here." He answers casually as he flops another book open. "Seriously though, I think I'm fine. The fog is weird, but I'm new to... All this." He starts to gesture around, then realizes that doesn't make any sense because there's no way to gesture to his powers and lifestyle.
"I... I didn't know I had powers until really recently, so maybe this is just something that happens. I don't know."
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"You'll have to tell me about that when we get out of this." Hahah. That's just normal conversation, and not at all intense curiosity about your genetics. She takes the first book from the pile and hits the index with practice born of long hours in libraries, looking up obscure species. "I haven't been formally trained in...Magic...either, but evidently it's a coherent science here. Which means people have cataloged it, and somewhere in the cataloging is our answer." Or at least she hopes. One thing her education has taught her if that if an answer is eluding you, you probably weren't reading enough.