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It almost worked for Khazan. The insidious ineluctability spell had cloaked all of his followers, and the disperse signal had warned them to move. The soup turned to stone that the dwarves threw missed . . . all except one that clobbered an elf that dodged right into it. When Lori-beth-Lori took damage–a badly bruised thigh, the spell shattered and all the elves reappeared.
This convinced Gristlegrim that rock was the dwarves best weapon against the elves. He moved as quickly as he could among his followers casting the spell Rock Skin on each of them. The spell caused the dwarves’ already tough skin to harden into a rocky outer layer that still functioned as skin, giving each one an armor casing that would take hits up to their own CON ratings. With each dwarf having a CON fo 30 or higher, it was like they were all encased in the best magical plate armor.
But Khazan decided to try a different approach. Muttering his spell (Overwhelming Personal Elegance Compels Acquiescence) he quickly danced his way into the midst of the dwarves and began laying hands upon them–not with any intention of harming, but simply to bestow caresses, all the while he kept his spell working–a spell that made anyone with a charisma less than that of the caster turn friendly to the one enchanting them. The only dwarf that could possibly match Khazan would be Grisltegrim himself, and the old elf was careful not to try it on him, nor to let Gristlegrim catch him in his rocky, rocky arms.
For tvp, please tell me, who gets the better of this exchange?
This is the last of the wizards’ duel match-ups. I have not covered every spell within the two books. For better understanding of what each spell does, and of the different magics of the two kindreds be sure to get your own copy of ROCK AND RULE (dwarves) and THE SPELL BOOK OF SHANCINAR (elves). I have 2 sets left to sell, and can get more if I’m overwhelmed, or you get them at 1/5 the price I’m asking as pdfs from Drivethrurpg.com.
As the lunch break came to a close, Khazan thought that perhaps meeting the dwarves head on in combat wasn’t exactly the way elves should behave. A little more trickery might be a better tactic.
At the same time Gristlegrim was thinking that a sludgy soup could become an effective barrage with the right spell applied. “Let’s fill those bowls up one more time,” he told his minions, “and then let’s share them with the elves.” He winked his one eye most grotesquely, a sure sign that he was up to something. Bowls, sand, liquid poured onto sand. The dwarf wizard took careful aim at Khazan and hurled the bowl at him, yelling out “Hrd Stff!”. (Hard Stuff) turning the sludgy liquid as it flew out of the bowls into a barrage of solid stone.
At the same time, Khazan high-signed his minions, and in the secret language of the elves called out “Etslay anishvay!”. He also moved his hands down and to the side, the gesture for disperse, and cast his Insidious Ineluctability spell (better known to humans as Hidey Hole). Before a single rock could hit them, all the elves vanished from sight.
For tvp please tell me, which wizard go the better of this exchange?
Orders have tapered off for my spell books. At this time I note that I only have 2 copies of each left for sale. So, it looks like the sale is about finished, and perhaps the wizards’ duel is also winding to a close. Get your answer or your orders in asap, Trollhallans!
–to be continued
As dwarf minions battle elf minions, Gristlegrim was quite pleased to see his enchanted axe steadily carving a path through the foe, not so pleased to see Khazan’s enchanted sword doing the same to his followers. It seemed like the slightest scrap was enough to knock down any dwarf hit bt that sword. (There’s a reason–the sneaky elf had poisoned his blade ahead of time and now even a single hit delivered debilitating damage.)
A wave of dizziness came over Gristlegrim. He had used a lot of kremm on his last two spells, and now he thought it might be best to recover. “TIME OUT!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. “LUNCH!”
Everyone quit fighting. Since they were in an arena, there was plenty of sand available. The dwarves pulled bowls carved from basalt out of their backpacks and filled them almost full of sand. Gristlegrim called his quartermaster, got a canteen of ale, and poured a few drops into each bowl–all the while muttering “Rn Rtnss!” (Iron Rations). With magic and liquid the sand in the bowls converted into a nutritious soup that the dwarves all slurped up.
Khazan wasn’t about to let his followers go hungry while the dwarves were eating. He led his troops over to the corner of the arena that had a few trees, some grass, and flowers growing there. Each elf picked a single leaf from a tree, or flower from the soil, and Khazan walked among them lightly touching each bit of vegetable matter and whispering “Supernal sustenance.” The items so touched turned into what looked like loaves of green bread, which the elves gladly devoured.
For tvp tell me, which wizard got the better of this encounter?
to be continued