Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d6)
>>6004085>>6004090>>6004116>>6004135>>6004300>>6004316“Muffins.”
Your chimera companion is soon at your side, padding over on silent paws and stepping gingerly with his hooves to avoid kicking gravel and raising any alarm. The instincts of predator and prey converge in your three-headed friend: he knows something is out there and, not knowing whether it is bigger and more fearsome than he, or perhaps smaller and suitably edible, he is eager to settle the mystery—or so you suspect. Whatever his motivations, his flank pushes against you, and his goat-head nibbles the sleeve of your white moon-fabric tunic, pulling your hand to him. He knows the strategy at play as well as you do:
“<Elemental Infusion>,” you say quietly.
With a quick series and gestures and an adjustment to your stance, the extraplanar energies are called down from elsewhere, into you, and with another pat, they flow into Muffins. His body tenses, all three head producing soft vocalizations of discomfort, but he trusts you, and this process is a familiar one. Before lookng, his fur is burning away, revealing cracked and craggy armour of half-molten stone. His mane is an inferno, his eyes alight like those of Izirina.
>2/5 MPAnd speaking of Izirina:
“Careful,” Izirina says, now at your other side, gazing into the distance. “You’re low on energy. You know, I could have cast that instead?”
“Then give him a boost,” you reply, voice low. “Upcast it.”
She reaches out, fearless of the heat and flame roiling off of your companion. Izirina never feared the flames, after all, even before they were a part of her.
“<Elemental Infusion>,” she says.
You are simultaneously gratified and faintly jealous, to see your own signature spell so effortlessly upcast by your one-time rival. Muffins ahs never looked more fearsome, swelling in size as the energies inflate him and transform his molten hide into a spitting, volcanic carapace. He opens all three of his mouths at once, and an inferno flashes forth, spraying into the air and sending streaks of sizzling slag splashing in three arcs out into the dark.
[Rolling two dice, one for the number of trolls and another for the threat level of this band.]