Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
That makes perfect sense. It's actually not too bad! We drink an elixir, summon Zapdos, then we still have a little in the tank if necessary. I dig it.
A Conjuror's journey
That makes perfect sense. It's actually not too bad! We drink an elixir, summon Zapdos, then we still have a little in the tank if necessary. I dig it.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Now don't get it twisted, I actually do like WH40k despite my usual dislike of grimderp, I'm just not nearly knowledgeable enough to be confident in my portrayal of the material. Doesn't stop me from enjoying others stories about that universe... As long as they avoid chaos wank.
- Location
- Sweden
Well to be fair 40k wanks all of its factions its just that they are wanking chaos right now with the whole star system sized battle station and plagues that take out a entire tomb world and the whole Mortorian and his honor gaurd taking out a Necron legion all on their own.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
I hope she'll have many more of them by the end of the day.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
@Pandemonious Ivy I have a cool suggestion Why not summon Rayquaza instead it's canon that he fucking hates aliens X-Com could just scavenge what doesn't get hyper beamed. Plus if enough people pray he can go mega and be the raging god he was meant to be.
[X] Operation: Death Beams
[X] Operation: Death Beams
[X] Assault the alien ship. The ground team can take care of the ground, you can Louise should try to remove the main threat.
-[X] Summon a creature that is immune to plasma and can hit hard enough to threaten a spaceship, to make it easier to Ally with look for one with great hatred of those from beyond the sky, if the world Louise's electric rat came from happens to have one of those (Rayquaza: 800 magicka).
--[X] Drink whatever is necessary to recover/prepare.
-[X] Summon a creature that is immune to plasma and can hit hard enough to threaten a spaceship, to make it easier to Ally with look for one with great hatred of those from beyond the sky, if the world Louise's electric rat came from happens to have one of those (Rayquaza: 800 magicka).
--[X] Drink whatever is necessary to recover/prepare.
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Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
I would gladly grab zapatos if I hadn't rewatched that movie recently. Plus since I'm sure this won't be the only invasion useless been very unlucky. We can summon the bird and have two avatars of destruction in our hand.B-b-but trolling with a storm god?
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Can we go thunderbirb first and if more is needed, we look for something else then?
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
PieceThruWar how much Mana does the Brohime Milk generate?
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Brahmin milk refill and increases your magicka cap to 875.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Umm.... two votes for Zapdos and two for Rayquaza.... Need a tie breaker.
I will say that Rayquaza is more magicka expensive than Zapdos. Y'know, considering it's complete atmospheric control, being unhindered by both vacuum and atmospheric reentry, and generally being one of the most powerful beings in that universe. It's the Ziz of the Pokemon world after all.
You can summon it, but at your current 'attunement' you'll need to OD on your potions and milk, which will take Cynric out of the picture for a while after they wear off. Off course it's alien hate will be in full effect.
I will say that Rayquaza is more magicka expensive than Zapdos. Y'know, considering it's complete atmospheric control, being unhindered by both vacuum and atmospheric reentry, and generally being one of the most powerful beings in that universe. It's the Ziz of the Pokemon world after all.
You can summon it, but at your current 'attunement' you'll need to OD on your potions and milk, which will take Cynric out of the picture for a while after they wear off. Off course it's alien hate will be in full effect.
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- Location
- New Mexico
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
The lack of loyalty for the Thunder God wounds me.
- Location
- New Mexico
Thor wasn't an option.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Sure he is, but without his spaceship or other tech, he isn't very impressive of a combat summon.
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Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Oh Zapdos, one day. One day we'll show them all.
Self-Sacrifice
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Watching through the eyes of Servitor Command Node #29748, glowing symbols presented themselves to the collective. Having repelled the assault on their military headquarters, the subject species have begun to rally their forces to defend the surrounding area. The servitor follows orders and the transport craft's sensors focus on the unusual adolescent female emerging from beneath the planet's surface. Impressive response time. Prime specimen continues to show promise. Autonomous Unit Destroyed After Only Two Casualties. Servitor Species 4 ineffective.
Behind the female, an male elder of the species emerges. In it's hand is a cellulose rod of equal height to the male, serving no obvious purpose. The two humans communicate in their primitive method while looking at the transport. The elder retrieves four containers and consumes their contents. More humans fly out of the hole and travel toward a population center, but the collective's focus remains upon the two as the elder collapses to it's knees and the female rapidly gains altitude. Foolish. Wasteful. Direct intervention.
"Young one, turn back."
The female halts her ascension, bewilderment radiating from her mind as she searches in vain for the collective. Upon touching the adolescent's mind, confusion and outrage build. Weak. Defenseless. Another error. No. Subject is young. Further development required. Agreed.
"Squander not your Potential, turn back."
Baring it's teeth like the primitive creatures from whence it's ancestors sprung, the human child extended one arm to unleash a torrent of lightning on the transport vessel's hull. Alarms warbled around Servitor Command Node #29748 as the attack ripped through the servitor creation facility, halting the local production of ground forces. Strong Willed. Agreed. Weak defenses. Agreed. Offensive focus obvious.
Responding with three dozen flying servitors, the collective witnessed the female engage in melee combat while airborne. She chased the mechanically augmented creations through the sky around the ship, swinging her weapon uselessly as the servitors spiraled and dropped to avoid her attacks. Several plasma bolts barely missed her as her frustration grew. Unusual tactics. Ranged abilities ignored. Mental deficiency. Possible.
"Dissapointi-"
The mental communication ceased transmitting words to the female, only shock and confusion passing through The Gift as sensors aboard the ship detected an unidentified object on approach from high orbit. Everything ground to a halt as the collective processed the new information. Objects do not simply appear in local space without sign, but there had been none. One moment the collective's vessels had been the only unnatural objects in the star system and the next moment a massive lifeform appeared. Reviewing sensor data, the creature appeared disoriented upon arrival, only to immediately detect the transport and plunge into the atmosphere. Space-borne organism. Evolution unlikely. Engineered lifeform. Possible. Sudden arrival. Biological superluminal engine likely. Genetic sample required.
Recalling all attack craft, the vessel shifts all units to target the new arrival. Salvo after salvo rush upward to meet the celestial serpent as it dives through a thunderhead, emerald plasma splashing off emerald hide with negligible effect as it roars it's fury for all to hear. The creature slams into the vessel's hull, it's momentum causing the thrusters to collapse inward upon impact. Jaws wide, the serpent bites down on an exposed power generator and rips it from the hull. More and more plasma bombards the unusually large organism as scout craft return from their abandoned objectives, causing more damage to the ship than their target. Thermal weaponry ineffective. Anti-gravitational engine severely damage. Life-form demonstrates resistance to kinetic force. Worrisome.
Servitor Command Node #29748 scuttles to the rear of the craft, avoiding the mechanical debris falling all around as the serpent uses it's vestigial limbs and finned tail to further damage the engines. Emerald cranial fins stretch outward as light seems to be pulled into the serpent's mouth. Taking advantage of the creatures pause, the collective watches Servitor Command Node #29748 spear the organism through the roof of it's mouth with a piercing blast of mental energy. Blood pours down onto the deck and a shadow falls upon the minuscule clone as stares unwillingly into a single massive ring of gold on a field of black. Servitor Command Node #29748's connection to the collective withers and breaks under the baleful glare, unfathomable hatred overwhelming the tenuous thread of consciousness.
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"Jesus christ, what is that thing?!" Nillson shouts in terror, hiding behind the remains of an abandoned pizzeria.
Nobody responds, nobody can hear him. Nobody can hear the panicked screams of the civilians. Nobody can hear anything other than the GOD DAMNED SPACE DRAGON roaring triumphantly as it's rainbow laser breath slices the alien battleship in half. And a nearby mountain... and dozens of smaller UFOs for good measure. Mwaura stands in the street in shock, his rifle forgotten on the asphalt in favor of staring at the awesome might of a vengeful god.
Rookie security agent Laura Cooper shakes her head in frustration as she does her best to keep her fellow rookie from bleeding out. Why does she have to be the only one capable of focusing on what's immediately important at a time like this. Aren't these guys supposed to be professionals?! Hell, even the muscle-bound brutes that the aliens sent to raid the town are string in dumbfounded shock. Spraying another canister of Med-spray on Garza's leg stump, she wraps the wounded limb in gauze and tries to call in to base. No response.
Setting her evac request to repeat, she punches her useless 'leader' in the shoulder and picks Garza up. Neither of the two idiots seem to notice as she does her best to carry her wounded comrade back through the forest to the base. "Damn-it man, how much do you fuckin' weigh?!" Of course the man doesn't respond, on account of being insensate with pain.
"Why couldn't you just stay on base and keep playin' rent-a-cop? Fieldwork sucks." She mutters to herself. "Volunteering to join the ground team in clearing Springdale has to be the stupidest decision I've ever made."
Stumbling through the rocks and trees, it takes half an hour for her to arrive in view of the Skyranger launch tube. On the ground outside, she sees a body and sets Garza down to check it out. Barely armored, greying beard, wooden staff in hand, and no visible wounds. "You have a heart attack, grandpa?"
The lack of response from anyone since that snake appeared is starting to get to her and she looks around for anyone else nearby before kneeling to check the old man for a pulse. Two fingers touch skin an- "What do you think you're doing?!"
Shrieking, Laura rolls backwards and fumbles for her shotgun, only to not see anyone. Scratching her head, she looks around some more and the voice speaks again. "Up here, idiot."
Eyes to the sky, she spots a smirking teen floating down to the ground. "Aliens, space dragons, flying children... I was told this job would be weird, but damn that's a lot for a first day!" The flying girl growls like a dog for some reason, causing Laura to nervously tighten her grip on the gun, but the child just turns to the old man and starts speaking surprisingly fluent french. This goes on for a full minute before the girl nods to herself and starts FUCKING GLOWING!
Weapon aimed at the 'girl', she begins to pull the trigger on the obvious alien infiltrator. It suddenly makes more sense. No human spontaneously glows or flies. The hair isn't even a believable color. Before she can finish the alien off, it gives a careless wave and her gun is torn from her hands, spinning around and firing directly into her left knee.
Screaming in pain, Laura crumples to the dirt as her lower leg is torn off entirely. Staring up in absolute terror, she clutches at her mutilated thigh in a feeble attempt to stymie the blood-flow. The triple click of pump-action is the last thing she hears before the world goes black.
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Sitting in the crowded medical wing, Louise watches helplessly Cynric sleep. Cattleya tries to help her little sister with the emotional turmoil tearing her apart, holding the smaller girl in her lap and brushing her hair as she softly sings their favorite lullaby, but it doesn't help. It's been over a day since Louise found him lying out in the forest. Her Teacher, the only person to really teach her anything. Her Master, the unyielding force of nature that would blow through her stupid, selfish, stubbornness. Her Guardian, the one that was always there to protect her if she put herself in something too dangerous, but let her learn to handle things on her own.
Her friend and inspiration; someone who would listen to her troubles, who wasn't afraid to tell her when she was being an idiot, who never let anything stop him even overcoming his own weaknesses through hard work and study. He was everything she wanted to be and now he lay there... unmoving... vulnerable. Pushing himself too far to help her destroy their enemies.
"You did this."
All because I wasn't strong enough.
"You can be MORE."
Sitting here wouldn't help Master Cynric, she had already healed what minor scratches he'd received. She needed to do something else, anything... but what?
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Louise POV until Cynric awakens.
[] Talk with Cattleya
[] Training known spells.
[] Help out around base. It may be distasteful, but you need the commoners for now.
[] Go home to Halkeginia.
[] Write in.
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A/N: So.... Rayquaza is rampaging through the heavens, the aliens are mostly distracted, Cynric is in a coma. How do you respond?
Behind the female, an male elder of the species emerges. In it's hand is a cellulose rod of equal height to the male, serving no obvious purpose. The two humans communicate in their primitive method while looking at the transport. The elder retrieves four containers and consumes their contents. More humans fly out of the hole and travel toward a population center, but the collective's focus remains upon the two as the elder collapses to it's knees and the female rapidly gains altitude. Foolish. Wasteful. Direct intervention.
"Young one, turn back."
The female halts her ascension, bewilderment radiating from her mind as she searches in vain for the collective. Upon touching the adolescent's mind, confusion and outrage build. Weak. Defenseless. Another error. No. Subject is young. Further development required. Agreed.
"Squander not your Potential, turn back."
Baring it's teeth like the primitive creatures from whence it's ancestors sprung, the human child extended one arm to unleash a torrent of lightning on the transport vessel's hull. Alarms warbled around Servitor Command Node #29748 as the attack ripped through the servitor creation facility, halting the local production of ground forces. Strong Willed. Agreed. Weak defenses. Agreed. Offensive focus obvious.
Responding with three dozen flying servitors, the collective witnessed the female engage in melee combat while airborne. She chased the mechanically augmented creations through the sky around the ship, swinging her weapon uselessly as the servitors spiraled and dropped to avoid her attacks. Several plasma bolts barely missed her as her frustration grew. Unusual tactics. Ranged abilities ignored. Mental deficiency. Possible.
"Dissapointi-"
The mental communication ceased transmitting words to the female, only shock and confusion passing through The Gift as sensors aboard the ship detected an unidentified object on approach from high orbit. Everything ground to a halt as the collective processed the new information. Objects do not simply appear in local space without sign, but there had been none. One moment the collective's vessels had been the only unnatural objects in the star system and the next moment a massive lifeform appeared. Reviewing sensor data, the creature appeared disoriented upon arrival, only to immediately detect the transport and plunge into the atmosphere. Space-borne organism. Evolution unlikely. Engineered lifeform. Possible. Sudden arrival. Biological superluminal engine likely. Genetic sample required.
Recalling all attack craft, the vessel shifts all units to target the new arrival. Salvo after salvo rush upward to meet the celestial serpent as it dives through a thunderhead, emerald plasma splashing off emerald hide with negligible effect as it roars it's fury for all to hear. The creature slams into the vessel's hull, it's momentum causing the thrusters to collapse inward upon impact. Jaws wide, the serpent bites down on an exposed power generator and rips it from the hull. More and more plasma bombards the unusually large organism as scout craft return from their abandoned objectives, causing more damage to the ship than their target. Thermal weaponry ineffective. Anti-gravitational engine severely damage. Life-form demonstrates resistance to kinetic force. Worrisome.
Servitor Command Node #29748 scuttles to the rear of the craft, avoiding the mechanical debris falling all around as the serpent uses it's vestigial limbs and finned tail to further damage the engines. Emerald cranial fins stretch outward as light seems to be pulled into the serpent's mouth. Taking advantage of the creatures pause, the collective watches Servitor Command Node #29748 spear the organism through the roof of it's mouth with a piercing blast of mental energy. Blood pours down onto the deck and a shadow falls upon the minuscule clone as stares unwillingly into a single massive ring of gold on a field of black. Servitor Command Node #29748's connection to the collective withers and breaks under the baleful glare, unfathomable hatred overwhelming the tenuous thread of consciousness.
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"Jesus christ, what is that thing?!" Nillson shouts in terror, hiding behind the remains of an abandoned pizzeria.
Nobody responds, nobody can hear him. Nobody can hear the panicked screams of the civilians. Nobody can hear anything other than the GOD DAMNED SPACE DRAGON roaring triumphantly as it's rainbow laser breath slices the alien battleship in half. And a nearby mountain... and dozens of smaller UFOs for good measure. Mwaura stands in the street in shock, his rifle forgotten on the asphalt in favor of staring at the awesome might of a vengeful god.
Rookie security agent Laura Cooper shakes her head in frustration as she does her best to keep her fellow rookie from bleeding out. Why does she have to be the only one capable of focusing on what's immediately important at a time like this. Aren't these guys supposed to be professionals?! Hell, even the muscle-bound brutes that the aliens sent to raid the town are string in dumbfounded shock. Spraying another canister of Med-spray on Garza's leg stump, she wraps the wounded limb in gauze and tries to call in to base. No response.
Setting her evac request to repeat, she punches her useless 'leader' in the shoulder and picks Garza up. Neither of the two idiots seem to notice as she does her best to carry her wounded comrade back through the forest to the base. "Damn-it man, how much do you fuckin' weigh?!" Of course the man doesn't respond, on account of being insensate with pain.
"Why couldn't you just stay on base and keep playin' rent-a-cop? Fieldwork sucks." She mutters to herself. "Volunteering to join the ground team in clearing Springdale has to be the stupidest decision I've ever made."
Stumbling through the rocks and trees, it takes half an hour for her to arrive in view of the Skyranger launch tube. On the ground outside, she sees a body and sets Garza down to check it out. Barely armored, greying beard, wooden staff in hand, and no visible wounds. "You have a heart attack, grandpa?"
The lack of response from anyone since that snake appeared is starting to get to her and she looks around for anyone else nearby before kneeling to check the old man for a pulse. Two fingers touch skin an- "What do you think you're doing?!"
Shrieking, Laura rolls backwards and fumbles for her shotgun, only to not see anyone. Scratching her head, she looks around some more and the voice speaks again. "Up here, idiot."
Eyes to the sky, she spots a smirking teen floating down to the ground. "Aliens, space dragons, flying children... I was told this job would be weird, but damn that's a lot for a first day!" The flying girl growls like a dog for some reason, causing Laura to nervously tighten her grip on the gun, but the child just turns to the old man and starts speaking surprisingly fluent french. This goes on for a full minute before the girl nods to herself and starts FUCKING GLOWING!
Weapon aimed at the 'girl', she begins to pull the trigger on the obvious alien infiltrator. It suddenly makes more sense. No human spontaneously glows or flies. The hair isn't even a believable color. Before she can finish the alien off, it gives a careless wave and her gun is torn from her hands, spinning around and firing directly into her left knee.
Screaming in pain, Laura crumples to the dirt as her lower leg is torn off entirely. Staring up in absolute terror, she clutches at her mutilated thigh in a feeble attempt to stymie the blood-flow. The triple click of pump-action is the last thing she hears before the world goes black.
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Sitting in the crowded medical wing, Louise watches helplessly Cynric sleep. Cattleya tries to help her little sister with the emotional turmoil tearing her apart, holding the smaller girl in her lap and brushing her hair as she softly sings their favorite lullaby, but it doesn't help. It's been over a day since Louise found him lying out in the forest. Her Teacher, the only person to really teach her anything. Her Master, the unyielding force of nature that would blow through her stupid, selfish, stubbornness. Her Guardian, the one that was always there to protect her if she put herself in something too dangerous, but let her learn to handle things on her own.
Her friend and inspiration; someone who would listen to her troubles, who wasn't afraid to tell her when she was being an idiot, who never let anything stop him even overcoming his own weaknesses through hard work and study. He was everything she wanted to be and now he lay there... unmoving... vulnerable. Pushing himself too far to help her destroy their enemies.
"You did this."
All because I wasn't strong enough.
"You can be MORE."
Sitting here wouldn't help Master Cynric, she had already healed what minor scratches he'd received. She needed to do something else, anything... but what?
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Louise POV until Cynric awakens.
[] Talk with Cattleya
[] Write in.
[] Training known spells.
[] Write in.
[] Help out around base. It may be distasteful, but you need the commoners for now.
[] write in.
[] Go home to Halkeginia.
[] write in.
[] Write in.
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A/N: So.... Rayquaza is rampaging through the heavens, the aliens are mostly distracted, Cynric is in a coma. How do you respond?
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Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
Tsk. At least with Zapdos we would've seen a full battle. Hmph.
[X] Training known spells.
-[X] Healing spells.
-[X] On everyone, until confident and capable of healing Cynric.
[X] Training known spells.
-[X] Healing spells.
-[X] On everyone, until confident and capable of healing Cynric.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Healing Cynric would take more than simple Restoration magic.
Oh and Zapdos would have had a 25% chance of dying in that fight and 50% of not completely taking down the ship if it did die, as opposed to Poke-Ziz's 5% dying to neutral kill.
- Location
- florida
Rayquaza. Good choice. Is he still alive?
Also. Goodbye satalites.
If the soul is used to control magic that's probably what's damaged. I believe messing with souls is necromancy, not restoration. Though blocking zombies is restoration...
[X] Talk with Cattleya
-[X] Ask what she has been up to, maybe help her with her work.
Alternatively. We should have her practice transmutation, or conjuration. The aliens we're right. She's too squishy.
I liked the interlude. I really did. The problem is I want more @PieceThruWar What was going through Cynrics head when he did this? What was his reason? Stubbornness? Pride? Caring? Sheer arrogance?
I would also find it amusing to see what Rayquaza thinks happened.
Also. Goodbye satalites.
If the soul is used to control magic that's probably what's damaged. I believe messing with souls is necromancy, not restoration. Though blocking zombies is restoration...
[X] Talk with Cattleya
-[X] Ask what she has been up to, maybe help her with her work.
Alternatively. We should have her practice transmutation, or conjuration. The aliens we're right. She's too squishy.
I liked the interlude. I really did. The problem is I want more @PieceThruWar What was going through Cynrics head when he did this? What was his reason? Stubbornness? Pride? Caring? Sheer arrogance?
I would also find it amusing to see what Rayquaza thinks happened.
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Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
[X] You've heard legends of a miracle remedy that could cure all ails. Before you met Master Cynric you were too weak to procure it to help Cattleya, but you're so much stronger now -- there's a chance!
-[X] You will have to feed Master Cynric the still-beating heart of a manticore most foul. As luck would have it, you know of one such manticore.
--[X] On more than one occasion Mater Cynric would take a few hours out of his day to explain in excruciating detail about the depths of that monster's depravity. You have no doubt in your mind that this manticore is Evil Incarnate.
The. Time. Has. Come.
-[X] You will have to feed Master Cynric the still-beating heart of a manticore most foul. As luck would have it, you know of one such manticore.
--[X] On more than one occasion Mater Cynric would take a few hours out of his day to explain in excruciating detail about the depths of that monster's depravity. You have no doubt in your mind that this manticore is Evil Incarnate.
The. Time. Has. Come.
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Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
I figured, but he's a convenient excuse for her to heal the rest of the group.
25% isn't too bad, odd, but not that bad.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Training known spells.
-[X] Frost, Flame, Close Wounds, and Heal. practice keeping some if the commoners alive so that the doctors can focus on Cynric. Then practice Frost and Flame if we were comfortable using them maybe we could have defeated those creatures quicker before master decided he needed to summon that creature.
Well I think we're done here no better guardian than space snake
-[X] Frost, Flame, Close Wounds, and Heal. practice keeping some if the commoners alive so that the doctors can focus on Cynric. Then practice Frost and Flame if we were comfortable using them maybe we could have defeated those creatures quicker before master decided he needed to summon that creature.
Well I think we're done here no better guardian than space snake