There was, of course, a trump card that you had yet left in reserve; though you had hoped for a victory by conventional means, it would seem that now, you must draw upon the arcane once more.
<span class="mu-i"> "This is getting nowhere," </span> you said to your eldest daughter, her sable locks flowing ever so gently in the wind. <span class="mu-i"> Sophia, could you be so kind as to cast a spell, one that can break this current stalemate?'' </span>
<span class="mu-i"> "Yes, Father." </span> The ever-dutiful daughter replied.
<span class="mu-s"> Pov shift to Sophia </span>
It had come down once more to you, it would seem. The seas had been a calm place you had found; the background currents of magic were ironically very gentle there, while with the Elves you had learnt a meditative technique to ease your mind whenever the sixth sense would overwhelm itself.
You thus galloped off once more to a safe and relatively clear spot of land behind friendly lines. To not inflict any collateral damage, speaking of which, you had seen early on that you should try to aim in an arc to make certain that the evocation didn't hit your father's soldiers.
It was because of that you eventually dismounted, your mare handed over to a squireboy who had been assigned to do such tasks. The hauberk Father had lent out to you for wear during battles such as these did its military purpose well, but it chafed ever so slightly with the linen riding dress you were wearing under it. Mother had, of course, said that you should only wear the silk dress when you were certain it couldn't be dirtied, and this most certainly wasn't such an occasion.
You closed your eyes and began the chant, slowly at first, only singing it in your mind, indicating your desire for it to go in an arc, over the Greifswalders and into the Svengalians.
That was your desire. No, that was your <span class="mu-s"> Will </span> and you would have your spell curve in an arc, for that was the surest way to break this stalemate.
You felt it build up more and more, in body and mind; you felt your corporeal form being charged with the arcane power you required to cast the spell, which you began to concentrate within your staff.
The words were already on your lips, and you were most eager to speak them.
Do you intend for this spell to be harmful?
>Yes
>No
<span class="mu-s"> Roll a 1d00, [DC 70] </span>
