Van Dyksun
First Post
In pain and frustration, the young illusionist inside the minor globe of invulnerability weaves his hands in and out, but it is when he holds his breath and puffs out his cheeks that finally gives the spell away to those sitting outside the attuned area.
Gustav is clueless--from standing and gloating in anticipation of the next deadly spell he was about to cast, to suddenly, gasping for air. The world had become elongated, and bloated, and colorless, to Gustav. But more importantly, Gustav knows that something seriously is wrong, that something has removed all the necessary air from his lungs and that he is dying if something doesn't happen soon.
The crowd gasps, and all the Melas, who had started to turn to each other to proclaim that they were the real Mela, looked towards the dueling grounds and what had happened to Gustav. One happy gambler yelled out, "Ha! That's a good one! Now he really looks like a fish!"
[Gustav, your turn....]
Gustav is clueless--from standing and gloating in anticipation of the next deadly spell he was about to cast, to suddenly, gasping for air. The world had become elongated, and bloated, and colorless, to Gustav. But more importantly, Gustav knows that something seriously is wrong, that something has removed all the necessary air from his lungs and that he is dying if something doesn't happen soon.
The crowd gasps, and all the Melas, who had started to turn to each other to proclaim that they were the real Mela, looked towards the dueling grounds and what had happened to Gustav. One happy gambler yelled out, "Ha! That's a good one! Now he really looks like a fish!"
[Gustav, your turn....]
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