>>5715419>>5715426>>5715725>>5715794>Continue talking.>"Molly is strong, that pathetic sheet of metal of yours will break before she does.""Feh! My friend’s strong. That pathetic sheet of metal of yours will break before she does." You scoff in a show of bravery--though, this DOES put a hamper on some of your plans. You had thought to bank on the demon lord's physical instability, but you can think of none quite so physically stable as the moss folk. "And, strong as she is, casting is far from her strong suit. You'd have been better served taking a few more goblins."
You look to the space by the demon lord’s right–occasionally, you catch sight of a strange glint of light from off a sliver of metal. The rogue’s knife, presumably, as she makes her way around to the demon..
“No, not quite right. I’d have thought your master would’ve taught you about magical capacity by now. The wine cask theory.” He waves a hand toward the grand constellation of lights and scripts above, <span class="mu-g">Legend Lore</span> still mid-cast. “A human like this outstrips a goblin by a factor of a hundred. And.. a half-elf will outstrip a human by a factor of a thousand.”
“Hmmm.” You keep one hand on the wand at your hip. So he really DOES want to claim your nubile elven body?!?!?!?!?!
“When I’m done with you, I’ll trade this body for yours. Yours will be the fuel for the fire that sets the GREAT WILDS alight all over again.” He motions toward you with a grand wave of his arm. “Now.. would you really dare to cast against a companion? Let’s see. <span class="mu-g">Lightning Bolt.</span>”
A sudden arc of light glints from off his left arm–MOLLY’S ARM–as he raises your dyadic wand toward you.
>Try to cast a counter-spell!>Attempt to dodge!>[Write-In.] 