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OOC - Gorgamesh has no relevant spell and has the Weak Spontaneous Magic flaw (as I've just noticed). This means you can only cast Non-Fatiguing Spontaneous Magic (p. 81), which sucks. For an Intellego Vim effect, your Casting Score is (assuming a -3 aura) 15, which divided by 5 gives a level 3...

"Well", says Leo, "I'm not giving up without a fight. Gorgamesh - can you discern if the door is magicked?" Leo looks expectantly at the mage. OOC: Roy, can you have Gorgamesh cast a spontaneous InVi spell on the door, to see if there are magical traps? Cast some on the wall while you're at it...

"There seems to be an entire city of demons beyond that portal" Leo answers. "I reckon that if they could cross into the world, this place would have long since been a cesspit and we would have witnessed unspeakable horrors. And they didn't seem to notice us across the boundary, either. No, I...

"Some idea what we're up against" answers Leo. "Someone took things from here - who? why? I hoped I could see at least what they took. That might have told us something. I'm not even sure we need to barge into that last laboratory. I think the people that cause the problems are afoot here...

Leo looks at his haunchback companion. "Well, if I were enchanting that fear-trap, I'll put a good Sun duration on it - or Moon. I don't think we can wait for Ilshana - we'll have to find her later. Once more, into the breach!" Leo steps into the display room, and tries to guess from the dust...

1d10=6+1 = 7; Leo fails. I sense a very frightened lion is about to be running up a flight of stairs very soon... Edit: on second thought - can I invest a Confidence point to boost this roll? If so, Leo does, and braves the enchantment.

Leo curses a few curses that are unfit for this board as he sees Ilshana flee. He starts towards her, but checks himself, figuring that being "attacked" by a lion might not be what Ilshana needs right now, and that the fear - obviously supernatural - isn't going to fade until the magic does...

Curses! Foiled again. Yai... errg... make that - Army Builder.

I hate the current intellectual property laws. Can I say that, or is the phrase "I Hate The Current Intellectual Property Laws" someone's trademark? Yair (TM) (C)

From the New York Times: :uhoh: :erm: Edit:Apparently this is the same as this thread. Ooops. Moderators, please close down this thread.

"Plane...? Oh. Yes. It seems we're on the footsteps of one, at least." Leo cringes. "The question is.... so we cross over, to listen to the tale, or do we stay here in 'ignorance'? Hardly seem like a fair bargain - crossing into hell to see the lies of demons..." OOC: There no 'planes' in Ars...

"Unlikely" answers Leo. The ward will keep him from exerting any influence on anything beyond it." He pauses for a moment, then adds "Assuming it's Hermetic, at least". "He must have had some... help... from outside. Or perhaps it just used the situation, that was set up for another reason."...

"A baby demon?" Leo is surprised. "I didn't think they had those." "The magus that lived here was obviously engaged in the conjuration of demons" he adds, "how foolish". Looking at the others, he concludes "Well, let us leave this wretched creature in its prison, at least for now, and go...

If this is a simple roll, 1d10=10+6=16; if it's a stress roll, the botch dice are 5d10=1,9,4,8,2 so no botch (assuming 5 or less botch dice) and a result of 6.

Leo curses in Italian, and lets Gorgamesh try to see if he can quickly decipher anything from the text. OOC: Is it possible to make out what the lab was last set up to do? Spell research? Enchantment? Conjuring dark cthunic demons?

"Yes..." says Leo. "But whatever is going on here, if this fellow is at the center of it all then this lab is, too. Let us have a quick look to see if we can sort it out." He quickly passes through the ruins, pushing stuff here and there but careful not to cut himself on any broken glassware...

Leo scoffs at the pun. "I'm not armed, either, if it makes her feel better." Looking over the blood trail, he adds "Looks like the hand headed off that way. Either something reached inside the circle and tore the arm off, or the arm tore itself off and let the fingers do the walking. Either...

Leo waits to see what transpires further, too, content to let the fearie speak. His only action is to address her briskly, "Speak slower, I couldn't understand a word".

Thanks all. I'll keep muilling this over.

I'm looking for a story about a god who sacrificed himself - truly got himself killed - for his followers, or for mankind in general. The idea is to have priests of a dead god, priests with no power, no way to channel a god that no longer exists, but that honor his sacrifice. The setting is...