[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Devil's Casino[/center]
[center]Lvl 4 (13/40) -> Lvl 4 (14/40) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 383 words[/center]
[center]New Power-[hider=Yrden] places a magical trap with one of two configurations. 
The Area Trap slows enemies that enter a circle with a radius of approximately one and a half meters. Additionally, any spectral enemies within the trap are forced into a more corporeal form, increasing their vulnerability to damage from physical sources (such as bombs and silver swords). Lasts for twenty seconds.
The Glyph of Warding places a Visible Glyph on the ground which actively attacks hostile creatures and can destroy airborne projectiles within a ten-yard radius. However, the glyph can only attack approximately three times per second, and its attacks are not particularly powerful. Lasts for fifteen seconds.[/hider][/center]
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Geralt sighed in frustration as yet another condition was added to their little 'quest', and rolled his eyes. "Oh great..." He mumbled under his breath as the Guildmaster told the group that they didn't get to meet the "big cheese." Was he an actual cheese man? Was that just a saying? Would they ever even [i]meet[/i] the cheese man? It was unlikely. 

When their contact stripped himself of his coat, surrounding himself in darkness, and turned the coat into a coin of some kind, Geralt's instincts started flaring up. He had just put a hand on his silver sword when suddenly, the ground before them opened up into some kind of dark portal. 

"FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" Geralt's cry was cut off as he landed on the massive poker table, almost mistaking it for grass before noticing the giant skeletons and demons playing games around them. "Fuck." He finished. He waited as the newly-revealed dicehead man explained the situation. Of course. More fighting. More bullshit before they got to do what they needed to and move the hell on. 

Still, it wasn't all that bad. NeedsDicks just wanted them to beat up a few of his lackeys, as some kind of test probably? (These villains were never terribly clever) And then the Courier opened his mouth, because of course he did. Drunk bastard. And just where in the hell did he get off betting their souls or their spirits or whatever it was they had here on this stupid game? Just as Geralt was about to tell him off, NeedsDicks did it for him. A card came flying through, yoinking the Courier off into one of the portals. Sighing, Geralt marched over to the portal, pointing at the others. "We'll take this one. Just...don't get yourselves killed."

Geralt almost laughed when he saw what was on the other side. [i]Almost[/i]. This was too easy. It had to be. This was a joke. Geralt dropped his hand to his side, grabbed a grapeshot bomb, and tossed it between the glasses. Not even waiting for the smoke to clear, he strode forward and pulled his steel sword from its sheath, casting Quen on himself as he menacingly approached the sentient liquor, his eyes narrowed and angry. "Let's just deal with this and get back to NeedsDicks."