The Inquisitor snarls under his bear skull mask and quickly speaks an invocation as he sees Arnir prepare his spell. He sends forth a red ray to intercept the spell and fizzle it into nothingness. The ray catches the fireball spell midflight, but the Inquisitor is unable to hold back the energy. The fireball breaks free of the ray and rips forward, detonating in a horrible conflagration.
The soldiers caught in the blast (all but those flanking the Inquisitor) are instantly incinerated. Their screams are horrible but brief as their flesh is immediately charred, their fat rendered into steaming pools and their weapons and armor reduced to molten, smoking fragments of ruined metal. The Inquisitor ducks and holds his hands over his face as he just barely dodges the majority of the blast. His leather cords and furs are singed and second degree burns cover his arms, but he stays up and surveys the devastation wrought to his soldiers from behind his mask.
[sblock="for Arnir"]Arnir, when you cast your spell, you immediately feel a tremendous power course its way through your body. The energy seems to seep into your feet from the floor, sink into your skin from the air and merge directly with your mind. You can feel, taste and sense the immense energy contained in this place. You instantly know that you are no longer on the Material Plane. You are somewhere on the Elemental Plane of Fire and you are positive that while here, any spell you cast with the [Fire] descriptor is automatically maximized and enlarged as per the metamagic feats. In other words, they automatically deal maximum damage and the range is increased by 100%[/sblock]
