>>5714746>>5714776>>5714782>>5714815>Sequester Bredbeddle.You place the tip of your wand to the gnome’s chest, whereupon a great lick of incense spews from your thurible’s end. You watch the smog envelop her–pale and pearlescent, the cloud scatters light into a million rainbow pinpricks that dance across the floor into a brilliant spectrum of color. You take a few steps back out from the light cloud to see nothing, no trace of knife nor rat left behind in the wake of your spell.
“I hope you didn’t disintegrate her..” The green knight murmurs.
“Oh, hey.. this is pretty cool. Woooh, pineneedle, you see what I’m doing?” You feel the air swish in front of your face along with a peal of giggles. You’ve got no clue what she’s doing, but you’d rather not imagine. “Hey, you should do this more often. I’m practically invincible like this!”
“It’s pronounced invisible.” You correct her as you take your first step down the stair. It seems to quake with magical power beneath you. “Now.. into the belly of the beast.”
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The dungeon master’s chamber is a vast, dark, circular space–just as your master said, it’s barren and cold. The floor is made up of uneven cobble, boot-worn and moss-ridden, the ceiling above like a great maw that melts into the dark. The air is so thick and waxen with must it feels as if you were about to plug your nostrils with every breath. And, up ahead, in the center of the room..
“Look. Is that..?” The green knight pokes your back. “Yeah. It has to be..”
The DEMON BARON STREGA stands at the center of the floor, a mess of glinting spikes and gaping skulls and billowing cape.. but he is not looking to you. The baron has turnt his back ib you to look up, where a dance of green light plays across the dome ceiling like constellations in an observatory. The green light is text, inscriptions, diagrams: all glitter across its dark surface like stars in the night sky.
“<span class="mu-g">Legend Lore.</span>” A low voice rings from the armor. “It’s a wonderful spell you humans have cooked up, no?”
“And that’s far from the only thing humans have done. To think–in a mere five hundred years, humans have made this much from our magic..” He glances over his shoulder back at you. “And CADAVERINE MAGIC? A stroke of genius from your master. You’ve outdone even the demons with that.”
>Cast a spell. You need to stop this at once!>Try to keep him talking. He doesn’t seem aware of Bredbeddle at all–he only knows about you and master.>[Write-In.] 