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Got it sussed

Gustav works his gills furiously, flopping from one side to the other. Then his eyes roll strangely...

...and he turns back into his natural form, immediately gasping and sucking in breath. "I...I must say...Lucius...that was unexpected."

[Lucius, I do believe it's your turn.]
 
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Briefly elated by the success of his polymorph other spell that had turned Gustav into a goldfish, Lucius cries in dismay when Gustav somehow dispels his magic. Doesn't this evoker ever memorize some evocation spells? the young wizard thinks to himself. But there is no time for continuing these thoughts because the disembodied voice has already tolled out the new Round.

Lucius mentally crosses his fingers and weaves yet another spell, a suggestion. "That's the real Mela," he says to Gustav, pointing towards Wisp in the back. "I suggest you run to her, immediately!"

Gustav, although he knows that Lucius' spell is a suggestion, can't help but turn to look at Mela. Mela! His Mela, returned to him, even though he had watched as the powerful hurricane had been released from that awful gold scroll, had watched as the wind picked her up off the balcony floor and pushed her out of the tower to plummet to her death, where he had been unable to revive her. Mela! Alive! Gustav runs to her, to hold her in his arms again!

Duel Over. Participant has disqualified himself by leaving the dueling area.

The crowd reacts, cheering for the sudden turn in events. A few of the Melas in the crowd resume their original shapes, frustrated, and turn to the bookies to pay up their bets that they had placed on Gustav.
 


Gustav pushes through the crowd, yelling "Mela! Mela! Get out of my way, you dolts! Me-e-ela!!" But as soon as he exits the arena, the suggestion ends. He halts, crestfallen, as Wisp turns and flees down the far side of the rise.

Gustav turns slowly and walks back to face Lucius, unclasping his bracers. "Fair is fair, Foxhound. You've won and I congratulate you. Now isn't it time we let bygones be–"

Lucius, you are shocked to see your arms moving in the act of spellcasting (because you can feel that they are immobile at your sides), to hear your own voice pronouncing arcane syllables, to see a crackling black bolt sizzle from your outstretched hands and strike Gustav in the chest. With a look of puzzlement in his eyes, your former mentor collapses with a thud.

A hush falls over the crowd.

Four wizards step onto the dueling circle to surround you, Lucius. One of them points at you: "Surrender, Foxhound! One move and your life is forfeit!"
 
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Lucius hold up his hands

"It was an illusion, you fools! Didn't any of you rank amateurs learn the skill of spellcraft? Besides, I can't cast evocation spells ... Somebody check the body... "
 
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"I'm not such a rank amatuer as you," sniffs one of the wizards. "I know necromancy when I see it."

He bends to inspect Gustav's unmoving form. "Just as I thought...not a mark. His life has been snuffed out."
 
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"But I don't even have access to a necromantic spell that can snuff out life!

"If you're not a rank amateur, start acting like a Wizard should. Think rationally: I couldn't cast that spell... and didn't you see the programmed illusion?

"Now, if I could just take my bracers, I'll be going ... "
 
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Two of the wizards share a glance. "You'll have to come with us, Master Foxhound. Illusion or no, it has left your opponent...lifeless."

Magefair servants drape a cloak over the body.

"If you are indeed innocent, I am certain the investigation will prove it so. Now, would you be so kind as to place your hands behind your back...?"

One wizard comes forward with a pair of bronze manacles that are engraved with runes. The other three stand with material components in hand, ready in case of another magical assault.
 

Into the Woods

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