>>5530071>>5530075>>5530090>>5530137>>5530143>>5530255>>5530264>>5530288>>5530317>Order them to go for the teacup."Secure that teacup! And bring it here!" You order the tendrils (careful not to mix up the word secure with break).
The tentacles slither about one another like worms, knotting up into one writhing serpent with the strength to do as you so order. Its head pulls back into the chasm air, holds, and all at once courses toward the wizard’s left hand like a green bullet.
It snakes its way about the porcelain arm with impressive finesse for its speed and rips the bauble free from the assassin’s grip. The tendril–with its already waning magical strength–begins easing its way up toward you, the vines composing it withering and falling back into the junk heap as it breathes its last to carry the tea cup to the ledge.
You (very, very, very carefully) pluck your master from the arm as the last of it wilts and falls into the refuse. You’ve now got TEACUP SIGRID, MOLLY, and YOURSELF secure up top the ledge, at least. But you’ve still got the assassin at the bottom to contend with.
“..<span class="mu-g">Teleport.</span>” DAGONET OF VIGNON stares up at the rim with another shake of his wand.
>Stand your ground to at least incapacitate him. You doubt he’ll relent until you do.>Try to cast another wild card spell at him from here.>Wait for him to teleport up here before you cast, so that you might land a solid blow on him.>Attempt to flee! You’ve got your master and your mossperson here now.>Write-In. 