As the turtle is in mid-attack it transforms into a normal-sized bright green horse attached to a olive chariot. In shock the animal tries to withdraw into its shell, and discovers it doesn't have one. Terrified it bolts to the far end of the area, pulling the empty cart behind it.
Maladictian gives one of his trademarked scowls at the transformation of his beast. Time to put these petty sorcerers in their place.
"Neelarmstrang!" he intones and a fifteen foot diameter portal appears in the air near Grubitus and Crepeticia. Through the rift spectators can make out a distant green and blue globe amid stars, and small upon it the outline of the continent the Iberian empire claims most of.
A mighty vortex of wind rushes into the opening with the force of a hurricane, designed to pull the two enchanters in!
Counterspell!
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The prestigious Grubitus hears the chanting of the woman wizard and smiles. Having an ally in a battle of mages is always a good thing. He is certain the turtle is taken care of, being turned into a car may cause the turtle some serious distress, even worse than the bowel movement.
The portal open before him and he desides he needs to achor himself to the ground. Grubitus summons up a massive suit of armor of volcanic rock complete with veins of lava running this it. The suit encases him in its protection and at the same time lifts him up into the air several feet inside of it as he now is inside the suit of lava rock standing 13 feet tall. The whole thing is anchored to the ground. "Its clobering time!" With a heavy handed strike, taught to him by the Pimping Mage Jigglypuffikus, he pimp slaps the portal with a heavy volcanic backhand while at the same time he reaches out his other hand and shoot forth a wave of lava rock at the turtle's summoner Maladictian.
He glances up at the meteor...
The portal open before him and he desides he needs to achor himself to the ground. Grubitus summons up a massive suit of armor of volcanic rock complete with veins of lava running this it. The suit encases him in its protection and at the same time lifts him up into the air several feet inside of it as he now is inside the suit of lava rock standing 13 feet tall. The whole thing is anchored to the ground. "Its clobering time!" With a heavy handed strike, taught to him by the Pimping Mage Jigglypuffikus, he pimp slaps the portal with a heavy volcanic backhand while at the same time he reaches out his other hand and shoot forth a wave of lava rock at the turtle's summoner Maladictian.
He glances up at the meteor...
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Taking the easy way out, Crepeticia teleports "Goldblumicus" behind the slightly odorous Maledictian. Lacking an anti-odor spell she simply clasps her nostrils between two fingers as the heat from the meteor begins to fill the air...
7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea.
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As the portal pops out of existence, the brooding mage turns around and a little hurt snaps at the female enchantress. "You'd smell as well, if you spent all night drawing pentagrams in brimstone! Arachnea!"
Luminescent spiderwebs project forth from each of Maladictian's hands. One stream collides with the incoming lava, burning up on contact but imparting enough force to deflect it towards Magnus.
The other jet of webbing speeds on its course to encase Crepeticia in a cocoon of sticky intractable stands.
Luminescent spiderwebs project forth from each of Maladictian's hands. One stream collides with the incoming lava, burning up on contact but imparting enough force to deflect it towards Magnus.
The other jet of webbing speeds on its course to encase Crepeticia in a cocoon of sticky intractable stands.
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With a shake of his head, Magnus watches the lava approach. "Magnus had hoped to find more adept magicians here," he says in his overly-dramatic fashion. "But Magnus has been disappointed by very mundane magics." He speaks a few arcane phrases and makes a mystic pass with his hand. Immediately a large inverted icicle erupts from the ground. A second follows, then a third, and soon the ground before him is filled with a large wall of criss-crossed icicles.
The stream of lava smashes into this wall of ice, flattening upon impact. As fire and ice meet, the area is immediately obscured by a huge cloud of steam. As the steam disperses, the ice wall is gone. And in its place is a large wall of hardened lava, the impression of the icicles still visible on one side.
Magnus makes an off-hand gesture at the wall, almost like a push. Immediately is starts to tip over, looking to crush Maladictian beneath it's impressive weight.
The stream of lava smashes into this wall of ice, flattening upon impact. As fire and ice meet, the area is immediately obscured by a huge cloud of steam. As the steam disperses, the ice wall is gone. And in its place is a large wall of hardened lava, the impression of the icicles still visible on one side.
Magnus makes an off-hand gesture at the wall, almost like a push. Immediately is starts to tip over, looking to crush Maladictian beneath it's impressive weight.
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Crepeticia is violently thrown into the air by an attacking icicle which contact with has frozen and shattered the gruesome cocoon. Newly free, and rather hysterical she mentally refers to the sacred Neildiamoninicus text and all within the ring are under the "Forever in blue Jeans" spell. Under normal conditions, a pair of snug tapered leg jeans will adorn the subject.
7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea.
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The stone wall tips forward and seems to crush Maladictian. The crowd hushes...has one of the contenders fallen so easily?
Before an instant passes there's a deep rumble and the dark mage bursts from beneath the rock, expanding into a giant whose eye-level is as high as the cheaper seats. The titan kicks off a tiny pair of blue jeans that appear on one of its toes.
"YOU WISH TO FACE MIGHTY MAGICS, BLUE MAGE?" booms the colossus in a voice heard even by ships in the harbor.
"THEN FACE ME."
Maladictian catches the incoming meteor with one hand, and hurls it like a fastball at Magnus.
Before an instant passes there's a deep rumble and the dark mage bursts from beneath the rock, expanding into a giant whose eye-level is as high as the cheaper seats. The titan kicks off a tiny pair of blue jeans that appear on one of its toes.
"YOU WISH TO FACE MIGHTY MAGICS, BLUE MAGE?" booms the colossus in a voice heard even by ships in the harbor.
"THEN FACE ME."
Maladictian catches the incoming meteor with one hand, and hurls it like a fastball at Magnus.
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"Magnus sees big magics," the Blue Mage replies. "But big is not necessarily mighty." He raises a hand and a large blue disk appears before him. It neatly intercepts the meteor, which bounces off with a loud crash and goes careening out of the circle and towards the bleachers.
"Magnus wonders," he adds, almost to himself as he glances up at the now very large Maladictian, "whether the loud magician is compensating for something."
"Magnus wonders," he adds, almost to himself as he glances up at the now very large Maladictian, "whether the loud magician is compensating for something."
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Like all within the ring, Grubitus is subject to the "Forever in Blue Jeans" spell of Crepeticia. However under his magma and lava rock suit of armor no one can see how stunning he looks in them. The gollum like suit of armor explodes, sending shards of rock across the ring leaving Grubitus standing on the ground in a stylish, yet missing something, pair of tappered blue jeans. He claps his hands, and charging out of the bullpen of the arena comes a cadre of gnomes, each one armed with a Bedazzler (tm)! "Bedazzle me!" He shouts.
The gnomes work furiously in a cloud of dust applying Bedazzler (tm) gems to all parts of the mage's pants. He opens his arms and looks at his stunning dimond like pants, and smiles, "Groovy." Levativing into the air he beings to spin around and around, like a disco ball, until his Bedazzling (tm) light sends blinding rays of true Groovyness out across the ring to blind all who dare to look upon him!
http://www.mybedazzler.com/?cid=469329
The gnomes remain on the ground, dancing, threatening to Bedazzle (tm) anyone that comes near.
The gnomes work furiously in a cloud of dust applying Bedazzler (tm) gems to all parts of the mage's pants. He opens his arms and looks at his stunning dimond like pants, and smiles, "Groovy." Levativing into the air he beings to spin around and around, like a disco ball, until his Bedazzling (tm) light sends blinding rays of true Groovyness out across the ring to blind all who dare to look upon him!
http://www.mybedazzler.com/?cid=469329
The gnomes remain on the ground, dancing, threatening to Bedazzle (tm) anyone that comes near.
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"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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The spectators in that section cower in fear as the meteor rushes towards them...only to collide with an invisible barrier at the edge of the arena and shatter into a thousand fragments. There is a sigh of relief and a swell of applause.
"I HAVE COURTED DEMONESSES YOU CANNOT EVEN PRONOUNCE THE NAMES OF, WEAVER OF PUNY CANTRIPS." roars Maladictian in response to the insult. He purses his lips and spits a choirball, a shimmering orb of melodious sound, at Magnus.
The crowd stills to hear the beautiful music emanating from the sonic sphere, which vibrates with such force it can shatter bones in its radius.
"I HAVE COURTED DEMONESSES YOU CANNOT EVEN PRONOUNCE THE NAMES OF, WEAVER OF PUNY CANTRIPS." roars Maladictian in response to the insult. He purses his lips and spits a choirball, a shimmering orb of melodious sound, at Magnus.
The crowd stills to hear the beautiful music emanating from the sonic sphere, which vibrates with such force it can shatter bones in its radius.