INT test [to turn Rufyl into a Dragon Turtle], and this time it’s a hard one.
(78) if 25 or more.
(109) if less.
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We roll boxcars and prove we may not be Landor himself, but we are still THE Carr Delling, descendant of an ARCHMAGE whose power filled the GODS THEMSELVES with fear!
With a result of 31 on our INT test we turn triumphantly to (78).
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Rufyl begs us not to go through with this. Dalris warns us this is no mere “conjuring illusion”.
We tell them both to STFU so we can concentrate, and we order Rufyl to make himself visible so we can focus our energies on him.
We glance at the war galley: “[we] can see the faces of the marines at the rail.” We clear our thoughts and translate our father’s words:
Forces of nature, hear my command!
I, Carr, mage of Wealwood thus demand
That the mortal form of this beast be free
To assume whichever form I decree!
Rufyl’s body goes limp, “entering a dangerous nether state of existence on some other plane that will last until the spell is complete.” We have to specify minute details about the current and proposed shapes of Rufyl. We hope our description of a Dragon Turtle, which we’ve read about but never seen, is accurate enough.
A grappling hook snags our boat just as we complete the spell. Rufyl’s shape quivers and cracks. We (including Dalris) try to shut out his mental screams of anguish. A hard shell begins to protrude from Rufyl’s back.
“You idiot!” Dalris screams. “A full-grown dragon turtle is bigger than this boat! You should have placed Rufyl in the water.”
Yup. We should have. A monstrously large webbed flipper suddenly protrudes outwards and pins us to the deck. Dalris tries to drag us free, but the massive shell explodes in a final surge of growth, crushing us both.
Your spell was successful, but only the transformed Rufyl is alive to know it. ✠
DEATH COUNT: 5