cantrip
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The great wizard Maligut took in the battlefield in a single glance. His allies were fending off the ravenous hoard of the undead. The monster’s putrid existence was an offence to all that lived, but him in particular. The creation of the undead was such a bland form of magic. Why waste the effort of creating a few shambling meat puppets when one could command the forces of nature? He would make sure to show the superiority of the elements as he burned the abominations to the ground.
Oh god, Dave, just take your turn and move on.
Hey, let him have his fun. We don’t interrupt you when you monologue.
Mine are actually entertaining.
Maligut looked inwards, checking his stores of magic. A cold chill ran through his being. One that had nothing to do with the approaching hoard. His vast magical powers had been drained during the day’s adventures! He had nothing but the simplest spells at his disposal.
Wait, you’re out of spell slots? How did that happen? We barely fought anything. Great. Just great. Right when we need a fireball. Fine, just cast the damn cantrip so we can get to dying. And we’re having a long talk about spell management after this.
The great wizard, even without his normally great powers, was still far from helpless. His hands moved in arcane patterns that few could hope to understand. His voice spoke the words of power that would unleash his inner flames, echoing in time with the world itself.
Really? All that for a fickin’ firebolt?
Okay, roll to hit.
Within the palm of his hand, an arrow of pure fire formed, so potent that it was almost solid. While he knew it was hardly the greatest expression of his will, it would be more than enough fo r this task. He cast it forth at the nearest undead abomination. It flew with the speed of an arrow, aimed squarely at the creature’s putrid head.
That’s a hit. Roll damage. And that’s a kill.
The lance of flame struck true, taking the nearest creature, perfectly on target. Its foul odor filled the air as it began to blaze like the noon sun. The flames surged around its rotten form, consuming it to the bone. Maligut smirked. Even the smallest dregs of his power were enough to overwhelm the misuse of magic. Although without sufficient power, it would take a few moments before he could collect enough to cast another bolt of flames.
I’m guessing that means your turn is done.
Finally. Seriously, I have no idea how you take so long to do that.
The great wizard Maligut ignored the petty complaints of his allies. They did not understand the ways of magic, nor its great burden. Perhaps someday he would endeavor to educate them, but he was not hopeful. They had their uses, but tapping into the vast powers of the cosmos was perhaps beyond their limited cognitive ability.
You suck. You know that, right?
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DnD games can get very entertaining if you have the right party. Of course, finding that party can be tough, but the right group is out there for all those who are interested.
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