Time Well Spent

[Tom Cashel]

"Of course...I'm supposed to believe that the only reason you know all the details of that terrible night is because an imaginary dwarf told you so."

Gustav spits.

"I don't know how you manage to hide your lies so well, nor have I ever heard of a dwarf wizard named Zevikk Wyrmcatcher, or whatever this nonsense is you're speaking. What I suspect is that you are stalling. Let the attunement begin!"

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

"You know, Gustav, I've taken a lot of bullcrap from you since you've got here. And up till now, I've been polite and courteous to my former master.

"But if you call me a liar again, I'm going to attune my foot with your arsehole. And then I'm going to get nasty, mageling.

"Let the atunement begin."

Tymora be with us both, Wisp.. I hope you're ready!

 

[Tom Cashel]

Gustav smirks. "I wondered if you had any fire left after all those years working as a carny, Foxhound."

The two of you stare at each other, each beaming pure hatred at the other's eyes, while between you a cracking field of magical energy begins to form from the Weave.

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

The energy is amazing. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. Mystra's Weave is truly a wonder.

Wisp, be ready. I know I was apathetic before, but for some reason, I really, really want to beat this punk!

 

[Tom Cashel]

You turn away from Gustav, and he turns from you, and you each walk about twenty paces, the energy expanding between you to fill a 35x35 foot cube. When it has filled the space you turn back to face each other, resolute.

"Let the preparation begin!" cries the Judge.

Each of you scrutinizes the other while casting preparatory spells, trying to discern what the other has in store...

Gustav casts two spells, neither with any visible effect.

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

Lucius tries to determine what Gustav is casting.

In the meantime, he smirks, sticks his tongue out, casts a spell, and then proceeds to cast three additional spells ... none of which appear to have visible effect.

At the frowns of disapproval from the crowd, Lucius merely smiles ... and flips Gustav off with his off-hand.

 

[Tom Cashel]

Not all frowns...quite a few of them smile in wonder at your audacity and clever bending of the rules.

As for the smirking, sticking out your tongue, and flipping off of Gustav...with the extra few seconds he has from not cheating he says with a calm smile, "You're like Shieldmeet at the Mage Academy, Foxhound...no class."

 

[Van Dyksun]

ROUND 1

The crowd falls silent as the preparation round ends, with some heads nodding with appreciation for the prepatory spells and bookies pick up all the wagers that were being placed down. Outside the 35x35 cube, a gentle slope is created by the bookies on one side, going up from the floor of the dueling grounds to 200 feet back, providing ample room for all to get a good view of the two mages in front of them. In the end zones, mages under their own flight power have gathered, dashing around each other to get a better glimpse of the nuances of somatic components and the quality of the material components being used by each mage.

Across the hot sand of the dueling grounds, the two mages face each other. A disembodied voice tolls out,

Round 1

[Lucius, it's your go...]

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

"This ends now, Gustav."

I move up 30 feet to within 5 feet of him and cast a spell ...

 

[Van Dyksun]

The crowd gasps as the audacious blond wizard rushes towards his former mentor, his hands twisting in the tell-tale signs of a chrysalis-change motion with a dipsy-doodle fish V. "What?" asks a young apprentice in the crowd, who is slapped upside the head by his mentor for failing to recognize polymorph other.

The mentor, momentarily surprised, sneers and waves his hand in a circle, plucking air with his two fingers and preventing the spell from affecting him with a simple dispel magic.

[Lucius, your partial action from your haste...]