Discord
Changelog
07-17-2010, 08:05 PM
The wizard, Ebon, watches for a time until the legionnaire spots him again and demands "You again? Do you have anything to contribute, or are you just here to gawk?!" Ebon gives him a wicked grin and says "No, I didn't see any of this happen. But it's more interesting than anything else going on in the city right now" and laughs. The soldier grumbles to himself and Ebon offers "...though I am a wizard and may be able to help put out the fire. I have several frost ray spells memorized currently."
The soldier says "Several have tried already, go ahead if you want to." Ebon steps forward and, with extravagant gestures, casts Ray of Frost at the flames. There is not the slightest effect. Ebon repeats the performance twice more to his growing frustration and the legionnaire's growing amusement at his expense. When the guard makes a comment about needing a real wizard to get the job done, Ebon turns to him and snaps "What's your name? I want to make sure to remember it when I AM a real wizard."
Either ignoring, or perhaps actually slightly cowed by the implied threat, the soldier asks Ebon to keep an eye on things while he goes to inform his superiors... "And try to keep the flames from spreading if you can", are his parting words. Ebon looks around at the crowd and spots a couple of slaves properly in position behind their masters. "You... and you! Get water from that horse trough and wet down the wood nearest the flames!" The slaves look to their masters, who nod and gesture them to obey, and they begin clumsily tossing water onto the wood. In spite of this, the flames spread to the cart next to the barrels and Ebon growls commands to the slaves, demanding they work faster, and adds "Get more water from the bay!" One of the slaves runs to the water's edge, fills his bucket, and returns at a run, stumbling with the awkward weight. As he nears the burning cart, he slips on the muddy ground. Falling forward toward the flames, he screams in despair as the flames seem to intensify and reach up eagerly to embrace him. Before anyone can act, his screams stop and his still body lies crisping in the fire.
The crowd's reaction varies from cries of fear to horror, and one by one, the watchers move slowly or quickly away. Perhaps in reaction to receiving the slave's body, a poisonous-looking greenish vapor begins to rise from the flames, actually glowing slightly and illuminating the dark scene further. This drives the last of the onlookers away, leaving Ebon alone with the flames and the bodies, contemplating what sort of magic he was witnessing. The flames give up no knowledge however, and as they consume what fuel they have over the next hour, they slowly die down as well.
Ebon stays to watch, in curiousity and envy of the magic, until the legionnaire returns and dismisses him.
The soldier says "Several have tried already, go ahead if you want to." Ebon steps forward and, with extravagant gestures, casts Ray of Frost at the flames. There is not the slightest effect. Ebon repeats the performance twice more to his growing frustration and the legionnaire's growing amusement at his expense. When the guard makes a comment about needing a real wizard to get the job done, Ebon turns to him and snaps "What's your name? I want to make sure to remember it when I AM a real wizard."
Either ignoring, or perhaps actually slightly cowed by the implied threat, the soldier asks Ebon to keep an eye on things while he goes to inform his superiors... "And try to keep the flames from spreading if you can", are his parting words. Ebon looks around at the crowd and spots a couple of slaves properly in position behind their masters. "You... and you! Get water from that horse trough and wet down the wood nearest the flames!" The slaves look to their masters, who nod and gesture them to obey, and they begin clumsily tossing water onto the wood. In spite of this, the flames spread to the cart next to the barrels and Ebon growls commands to the slaves, demanding they work faster, and adds "Get more water from the bay!" One of the slaves runs to the water's edge, fills his bucket, and returns at a run, stumbling with the awkward weight. As he nears the burning cart, he slips on the muddy ground. Falling forward toward the flames, he screams in despair as the flames seem to intensify and reach up eagerly to embrace him. Before anyone can act, his screams stop and his still body lies crisping in the fire.
The crowd's reaction varies from cries of fear to horror, and one by one, the watchers move slowly or quickly away. Perhaps in reaction to receiving the slave's body, a poisonous-looking greenish vapor begins to rise from the flames, actually glowing slightly and illuminating the dark scene further. This drives the last of the onlookers away, leaving Ebon alone with the flames and the bodies, contemplating what sort of magic he was witnessing. The flames give up no knowledge however, and as they consume what fuel they have over the next hour, they slowly die down as well.
Ebon stays to watch, in curiousity and envy of the magic, until the legionnaire returns and dismisses him.