Lucius Foxhound
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"Damn it to Bane Arse!"
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Tom Cashel
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Gustav moves outside the Globe of Invulnerability and with a few quick words vanishes from sight.
Lucius Foxhound
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Tom Cashel
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I'm waving, Tall magic-one! says Wisp. But these so-called "arms" are useless. No wonder humans can't fly!
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Lucius Foxhound
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Van Dyksun
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Smug faces in the crowd reveal those who had bet on the twelfth-circle wizard against his upstart, although entertaining and innovative, apprentice. There are others in the crowd whose faces show quite different emotions. The world of Faerun is not that large, and the world of expert magic-users is even smaller, and most of the crowd is familiar with “Windy” Haelstrom or have had dealings with him in the past, and the gossip about him, his unfortunate wife, and his many students has been fierce in recent years. More than a few of them had bet on the illusionist hoping that the brash youth could actually knock “Windy” down a couple of pegs, and their faces show the despair of having to work with the blowhard after he gets to enjoy this defeat.
Round 3
Lucius Foxhound screams at his former mentor, “You’re only toying with me,” sending snickers through the crowd. Of course he’s playing with the poor former apprentice, they think...that’s the point of a mageduel. You can’t actually hurt someone, but you can humiliate them, and in the world of who has the biggest fireballs, the knives are sharper because the stakes are smaller.
But then the young mage sees something, or someone, in the crowd.
“By Tymora... Mela?” He points to the back of the crowd.
The crowd turns around, to see a beautiful red-headed woman standing up in the back, her arms flapping at her sides as if she had been trying to get the attention of the mages down on the dueling grounds.
Gustav, you think you see Mela, your wife, looking prettier than she ever was, even in your recent tortured dreams.
[Gustav, send me another 1d20 roll]
Round 3
Lucius Foxhound screams at his former mentor, “You’re only toying with me,” sending snickers through the crowd. Of course he’s playing with the poor former apprentice, they think...that’s the point of a mageduel. You can’t actually hurt someone, but you can humiliate them, and in the world of who has the biggest fireballs, the knives are sharper because the stakes are smaller.
But then the young mage sees something, or someone, in the crowd.
“By Tymora... Mela?” He points to the back of the crowd.
The crowd turns around, to see a beautiful red-headed woman standing up in the back, her arms flapping at her sides as if she had been trying to get the attention of the mages down on the dueling grounds.
Gustav, you think you see Mela, your wife, looking prettier than she ever was, even in your recent tortured dreams.
[Gustav, send me another 1d20 roll]
Van Dyksun
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But before Gustav can react, over to the right another woman stands up and yells out, "Yooo-hooo, LUSSSSSSSST-ciuos!" It looks and sounds like Mela to both Gustav and Lucius.
Then, over to the left, closer in but still far back, another woman stands up, clad in a diaphonous gown that reveals the shapely body of none other than Mela Haelstrom once again. This Mela virtually purrs out her husband's name, sending chills down Gustav's spine as he remembers the way she often pleasured him.
In front of the first Mela, another steps out into an opening in the crowd, singing out, "Booooys!" and waving her hand in the air.
A fifth, sixth and seventh stand up, step forward, or otherwise make themselves known suddenly (the sixth is close to you, Gustav, and you can see that it isn't Mela, but an illusion over a dwarf wearing arcane robes). At the same time, the crowd's surprise begins to turn to laughter.
[Gustav, what do you do?]
Then, over to the left, closer in but still far back, another woman stands up, clad in a diaphonous gown that reveals the shapely body of none other than Mela Haelstrom once again. This Mela virtually purrs out her husband's name, sending chills down Gustav's spine as he remembers the way she often pleasured him.
In front of the first Mela, another steps out into an opening in the crowd, singing out, "Booooys!" and waving her hand in the air.
A fifth, sixth and seventh stand up, step forward, or otherwise make themselves known suddenly (the sixth is close to you, Gustav, and you can see that it isn't Mela, but an illusion over a dwarf wearing arcane robes). At the same time, the crowd's surprise begins to turn to laughter.
[Gustav, what do you do?]
Tom Cashel
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Gustav’s voice emanates from thin air, strained with rage. “Another trick! Bastard!!!”
Gustav casts a quickened spell on himself, then (invisibly) casts another spell and shimmers into sight again!
Gustav casts a quickened spell on himself, then (invisibly) casts another spell and shimmers into sight again!
Van Dyksun
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The tell-tale thin, green ray that eminates from the finger of the suddenly visible wizard instantly travels the 20 feet to the minor globe where Lucius stands, bathing him in a sickening green wave, visibly affecting him.
Round 4
[Lucius, your turn...]
Round 4
[Lucius, your turn...]
Lucius Foxhound
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"Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"You unbelieveable bastard!" shouts Lucius. "Someone is screwing with you, and it's not me!"
He begins weaving a spell...
"You unbelieveable bastard!" shouts Lucius. "Someone is screwing with you, and it's not me!"
He begins weaving a spell...
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