>>6467457>>6467462>>6467854>>6467895>>6467932Turned out to be Thursday, no comment. The drawing muscle just wasn't up for it.>Heed the Servant of the Voice; it was time to find MOISSANITE, danger be damned. You were tough enough, if not necessarily prepared enough.>Brew with Chert and GoldThe TWIRLY TWIRLING of the day’s commencement begins, the luxurious addition of GOLD being added, though you knew not what the COFFEE MAKER would do with it. It grinds like anything else, but when you take your GULP, it is NOTABLY SMOOTHER and MORE POTENT. As GOLD lacks its own GEOMAGICAL TRAITS but is able to BIND THEM well, you ascertain that these grounds, imbued with CHERT’s trait of FORCE makes the bomb formed of these things one of EMPOWERED FORCE.
To put it bluntly, it takes the term “throwing a punch” and makes it quite literal.
>EMPOWERED FORCE Coffee Bomb Obtained
Below, then, to the GEOCHAOS stratum. Other strata are quite predictable- IGNEOUS strata are made up of volcanic rock and magma flow, SEDIMENTARY strata are settling grounds and homes of water, while METAMORPHIC strata are places of ancient realms of change and growth, but GEOCHAOTIC strata are utterly unpredictable, and may have traits of most ANYTHING. This makes them the best place to find MOISSANITE, the most GEOMAGICAL of any mineral, which are ever found in places where such energies are most concentrated. The warping of minerals such strata does also warps creatures, as well. This makes the strata quite DANGEROUS, and no sane natives would be found there like in other stratum.
“The stratum’s resonance is to two-seven-five and one-three-six from this position. Don’t pretend to be off.” The Servant prodded the stone wall, then you. “It’s not too far. Be ready for a fight, and don’t get laid out too quickly. I’ll need time to get any help ready…”
A straight angle from your arm, and your MOISSAN DWARF senses gave you the proper angle, even if the depth would be unknown. <span class="mu-i">Not Far</span> to the Servant meant you might not wear out your Narwhal that quickly. Something it noticed when you gave it a few testing swings and guards that were decidedly useless against stone.
<span class="mu-i">“Goin’ in swinging? Well, don’t get me stuck again. I forgot how hard you crack that whip, y’know. Like gold an’ rocks are all that matters. Hmph.”</span>
It ought to have known that there was no better work than this, and was in no place to COMPLAIN, as you did RECALL that the Narwhal’s projection was rather fond of GOLD COFFEE, and the stuff being too dense for only one single nourishing gulp, the leftovers were the tool’s as to not WASTE. You spun it up and began the trek through, the Servant hobbling behind at a careful distance, even as every shard and splinter of stone was displaced by the Narwhal’s geomagic warp sorter, only loosed at your will.
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