Tuesday's spell is inconclusive since 'Should' has no defined conditions / way to evaluate the question.
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Tuesday's spell is inconclusive since 'Should' has no defined conditions / way to evaluate the question.
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(3 used)"I can't believe it!" Michael's fist hits the fence. "After all he had done.... He just walked away!"
A sigh. "Think there is no other way, Thrope." His eyes stray onto the feline-humanoid hybrid from above his shoulder. "The three of us go finish the untied ends there while you guys watch our backs down here, just like the original plan. I suppose the bastard can return as easily as he went and surprise attack us."
Michael surveys the scape, trying to find a somewhat safe place for them to meditate into the Astral Realms. "We need to hurry."
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Well fuck.
She looks around the group, trying to figure something out. But she had nothing, she didn’t know Death, even though she wanted to learn.
Looking to Campy, “Do you think it would be possible that if he was followed, and defeated, that it would just send us back to our own time? I mean, the door he opened into Twilight is in this time, would seem possible that it could work. But I don’t know Death and I don’t know much about Twilight.” Just her line of thinking.
A half smile was offered to Thope, “This is why we need a hot tub. Just saying.” Get the ick off and sooth the muscle, damn right!
“But he makes a good point, can you guys still defeat him with him in Twilight?” she can mess with ghosts, not people.
Sighing, “Well, we best do this now and not wait around. Perhaps if you meditate behind one of the fences,” she says looking around, “It might give us one line of defense should he bring more zombies. We can position around the non-fenced in spots around you guys. Maybe we can figure some type of shield or something. But we can’t waste anymore time.” Probably not her best idea, but it was something.
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Allies | | Emotions run high, insides on fire and feeling more drained then she had in a year.
"Okay. Twilight. Death. Makes sense." Hazels sweep to Campy, the only Moros standing. "Okay. So we can't follow. Or come back from following. Because Matter over Death. Alright." Maybe with was a Fate themed wake up call. Death was Important too.
Hell, this wasn't the first time they faced Death mages, so they really should have thought about that. Since they knew about the fucking zombies.
Head shake.
"My mojo's not giving me anything back." she thought the spell was right, but maybe her brain was too fried to listen properly. "So. Campy. Astral? Is that still do able? Or did this turn into as big of a fuck up as I think it did?"
They should be able to, since. The Clock. Still hadn't pulled them back into a zombie decorated hellscapey future. Present. Whatever.
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"We still have the rings I fashioned from the Obelisk. It is my belief they will help us reach the Astral. And that was the original plan... Go after the Vault. Till the situation changed... But if we find a safe enough spot and are guarded, we can try and go after the Totemic Vault."
He looked from one to the other.
"As far as I know the Astral Plane is not connected to the Twilight Realm. Our enemy has simply retreated, hoping to draw us after him no doubt. We can still... confront them... at the Vault. Three of us, anyway. Myself. Tuesday - if that is what you want. One other."
He coughed again, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. And tried to look like a Moros Councillor and not a wet, shivering, and disheveled man.
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(3 used)"I will go." He walks to Campanella, left hand extended towards him. "We must hurry up already. I don't know what could happen if the bastard fulfill his plan."
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Campanella quickly handed over the third ring. His eyes nodded in agreement, even if he did not do so physically.
"Faye. Thrope. Would you please watch our backs while we are out. Now we just need..." His eyes roved across the blasted scene: across thebowlpool, the churned mud, the corpses, and the driving rain. He sighed.
"We have no time. We need to go now. Faye - can you shape a shelter from the rain over us? We three can huddle beneath. And then we can try."
His eyes drifted over the to purple glyph, hanging in the distance, shrouded by rain.
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Well shit, never a good sign if the Enchantress can’t get her mojo working.
Ok, so her idea wasn’t a good one as it seems she said it just to amuse herself. Whatever. She was wet, tired and cranky at this point.
And then Michael steps up to go on the journey. Leaving her and Thrope to try and protect them. Least Thrope could kick some serious ass, and she could throw heals if need be. She just hopes it enough.
Nodding, “Yeah, of course.” Like she’d try and leave them hanging. Not her thing.
An eyebrow was raised at the question. She then looks around, shrugging, “I can try, never did it before though. But lets see.” With that said, the Shaman kneels and touches the water, focusing, Matter wasn’t her strong Arcana. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t do it. Water begins to rise and form a rough looking shelter type thing. It wasn’t pretty by any means.
4 successes
Faye drops Transmute Water, Gaias Hold. If possible, all 4 suxx will be allocated into Durability/Strength
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As the others talk Thrope enjoys the rain washing off the gore. If only rain was truly cleansing. Those faces aren't going to go away for a long time. An ugly looking thumb agrees with Faye to Campanella's request. Then the cat eyes go back to the bowl, and the axe that is hopefully laying under all of those bodies.
"Faye, you know how to use an axe? Or comfortable with a bit of magic to be good with one?" It's asked slowly, deliberately, Chariot should be the one making calls like this. "It'll help if more things come, or that necromancer comes back." Or would have been if he wasn't..down there.
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Allies | | As Campy hands Archy the ring, Tuesday gazes at the still hanging purple glyph*.
"Soooo. Wasn't out Astral trip supposed to be about stopping the zombies?" turning her hazels to the ground and the wet and rotting bodies. "Cause. Yeah. I think we covered that already."
Fingers twitch because hands wanna rake through hair, but can't because wet, and brass knuckles and zombie guts.
"The Clock pulls us back when we're done whatever it is we need to do. So maybe we should trust it to see us home. Maybe we should, you know." her head jerks towards the purple threat-warring. "Hop in. And hope for the best." shrug. "Maybe punch the necromancer-dee-bag that killed two of ours."
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