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Message: <blockquote data-quote="spyscribe" data-source="post: 1312249" data-attributes="member: 5808">Part the Twenty-FifthIn which: the party fights fire with… well, it’s not fire.Thatch feels just a little silly standing in a burning hallway holding a little fan.  He carefully opens it.  It's lacy.  Thatch feels just a little sillier.Tentatively, the 6'7" 300lb fighter wiggles the fan in the direction of the flames at the end of the hall.  With a great >WHOOSH!< a surge of air pushes forward, forcing the flames back to the far wall.(DM’s world note: That was a gust of wind spell, for the record.)Okay, maybe not so silly after all.Dennis moves past Thatch to the classroom where Anvil continues to hold his line, tumbling to avoid the flames now creeping down both sides of the corridor.  Gamely, he takes out the wand Professor Alexandra gave him, points it at a burning desk and wills it to do something.A ray of sparkling frost shoots from the end of the device, coating the top of the desk and extinguishing the flames.(DM’s Note: When later asked why anyone in their right mind would make a wand of ray of frost, Professor Alexandra claimed that it was an early wand she had crafted, working out some of the finer points of theory.  Although, she admitted, these days she mostly uses it for stirring drinks…)Anvil raises an eyebrow, and Dennis hopes he didn't just earn himself a spot in a particularly cold area of the afterlife.  But when the Cleric speaks he says: "Excellent.  Hold the Line.  Thatch, get in here and-"But he is cut off by a shriek and Reyu shouting, "Duck!"**********Moments earlier: As they run from the burning Artificy building to the burning Alchemy building—passing ongoing pitched skirmishes between the City Watch and attackers bearing unmarked holy symbols and the unmistakable odor of those who stage their ambushes from sewers—Professor Alexandra finds breath to explain the functions of the items she has managed to rescue."Can any of you cast from arcane scrolls?" she asks Reyu."I believe Lira can.""That's right.  Edmund did mention she was a sorcerer.  Fine."  Thatch breaks in, "Umm…  Do you know any spells to help?"Professor Alexandra gives a tight nod.  "If got one powerful spell left that should work, but I'd like to save it until it's absolutely necessary." The others gesture their agreement, and Alexandra continues.  "The pitcher has another setting.  If you hold it and say 'fresh geyser' you'll get a stronger stream of water." "How much stronger?" Reyu wants to know."Much stronger."**********Standing in the hallway intersection, facing the burning greenhouse, Reyu braces her feet, grabs the pitcher with both hands, and points it towards the center of the flames."Fresh geyser."A torrential stream of water shoots from the mouth of the pitcher, as though a rock has been removed from a dam.  The stream douses the flames, the walls, the ceiling, and everyone standing in the corridor.To Reyu, it feels like a horse has kicked her in the stomach and knocked her flat.  She starts to shout, "sto-" as she falls, but before the command is out of her mouth the pitcher wrenches free of her grip and flies backwards, ricocheting off the walls at mad angles.“Duck!” Reyu shouts, an instant before the pitcher goes sailing over Lira’s head.  The sorcerer straightens, sputtering.  “Thanks.”The pitcher knocks off a corner and goes flying into an open area where it continues to bounce off walls, spraying every surface with fresh, cold water.Thatch quickly takes off after it, pressing the fan into Reyu's hands as he passes the dripping elf.This is a magic item he can get excited about.</blockquote>

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