>>5705212>>5705155>>5705126>>5705074>>5705015>>5705011>>5704989>Your wands. You need them.>My wild card magic doesn't work well with other wands, don't want to blow up entire place by accident.“My wands. I need them.” You half-ask, half-threaten the demon baron. “You’ve seen them, no? The dyadic wand made up of yggdrasil and holy thorn and the censer wand wrought in church iron. I fell down with them on my person, and–..”
“These.” The devil raises a talon-like gauntlet–and, just as he said, he’s got both of YOUR wands held tight in one palm. You feel a twinge of annoyance at the way he handles them.
“Those. Yes.” You try to maintain an appreciable distance between yourself and the fiend, still unsure of what to make of him. “I trust you’re just holding onto those for safekeeping..? Because, you see, my WILD CARD MAGIC doesn’t work so well with other wands–don’t want to blow the place by accident, you know.”
“WILD CARD magic? Then you may prove useful yet.” The demon tightens his grip on your wands. “I’ll be keeping these for now.”
“My master’s waiting. So, sorry. I have to go.” You don’t see much use in more conversation. You ready the piece-of-shit wand in your hand to call forth another bout of chaos, but he cuts you short.
“Look at that wand, fractalized into two-hundred endpoints.. you would be lucky if your spell landed at my feet.” The wand, sure enough, has taken on more of a branch-like form. The general form-factor of wands is designed to drive a path for magic focused on one point, so trying to cast a spell on him like this–it would be like attempting to land a bulls-eye on a target with a musket from a hundred meters away.
You keep your wand up nonetheless. The demon continues.
“I’ve an offer–you might consider this a contract.” The baron wizard raises his arms beneath the dark red light from the storm above. “I’m in possession of some powerful magical materia, but I’m without the means of making full use of them. You teach me what you know of the modern magical world and of operating this wand and I let you leave this dungeon alive.”
You scowl. What’s this NERD talking about? And, for some reason, you’re still getting a strange feeling about this situation. Like, for one, this guy shouldn’t even be alive.
>you are NOT that dude>Attempt to cast a spell anyways. Bombs away.>Try to flee past him. Into the dark!>Ask him about the other one you fell down with. The slightly wide halfling.>Write-In. 