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“We are not alone.”

There was a person ahead. A head with long blonde hair poked itself out of an alcove in the wall. There was also light ahead, the mere suggestion of it on the walls enough to cause Alastair to duck his head further inside his hood. “Prisoner or jailer? Yes. I agree. Another person trapped in this labyrinth.”

Continuing his shuffling walk forward, Alastair drifted over until he was brushing against the concrete walls beside him with each step. It felt darker somehow, more sheltered from the searing light that was up ahead. “Should we? No? But you are weakened and it might help. No. You are right, as always. There is no need for haste. And we should learn what we can.”

Abruptly, Alastair slowed to a stop. If it was even possible he seemed to curl even further in on himself where he stood, head dropping nearly to his chest as his knees started to bend. “You, you want to do to that? But you know I am no good at it. Yes, yes. Of course. It needs to be done.”

For a few moments Alastair stood still, slouched against the concrete wall as he took deep breaths, as if preparing himself for something. After a moment he straightened, standing completely upright and at his full height, his hunched posture completely erased. He walked forward with his head held high, the slow, ambling steps replaced by a more normal walking gait. His movements were stiff, as if he needed to consider each step carefully, but it was still far more normal looking than his previous zombie-like cadence.

As he grew closer to the blonde-haired figure he called out to her, his voice loud and clear, if a little raspy. “H-hello? Are you – are you lost here as well?”

@Illiren

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

“Oh, shit… Ok, no problem.” Oberon stepped forward and knelt next to the prone creature. Now that he was closer it was easily apparent that this Dire Rat was not doing too well; the voice that had responded to him had sounded worryingly weak and he didn’t like the way it was curling in on itself. Unfortunately, his options right now for healing were somewhat limited; Minor Heal would help restore the rat’s health to full, but unless something was done about the poison, depending on what kind of poison it was, that might just be a delaying action more than a cure.

“I can restore your hit points, but I’m afraid I can’t do anything for the poison. Not yet anyway.”

Reaching out and placing a hand against the Dire Rat’s flank Oberon cast Minor Heal. As he did so he used his Magic Analysis to try and observe the Mana being used, trying to see if there was anything different about this Mana compared to the non-elemental Mana he had been trying to shape earlier. He already knew his Minor Heal used Nature Mana; the question was whether or not he could work out how it did that and whether or not he could use that Mana for his other spells.

“Can you do me a favour and say ‘Open Status Menu’ and tell me what it says?”

Oberon cast Minor Heal again for good measure, once more observing the way the Mana was produced and what it looked and, potentially more importantly, felt like as the spell was formed. When he felt like he had a good grasp of what he needed to do Oberon cast a Shield I spell on the rat, but instead of casting in the normal manner and letting instinct fill in the gaps he tried to do it manually and he tried to cast the spell using Nature Mana.

“Finger’s crossed this makes a healing aura or something. A ‘heal over time’ spell would be great for things like this.”

@SilverPaw@Zeroth

Action Report

Cast 'Minor Heal I' x2
Observed 'Minor Heal I' with 'Magic Analysis III' to attempt to learn how to use Nature Mana for other spells
Attempted to cast 'Shield I' with Nature Mana

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In a separate part of the underground structure, the only sounds that could be heard were the low scraping of Alastair’s shuffling footsteps and the frantic mutterings that poured forth from his mouth. Walking with his head held low his gait seemed unsteady as he wobbled from one step to the next, almost falling forward before catching himself a few times, as if he was drunk or disoriented.

“Your voice is so quiet, I can barely hear it. Barely hear it.”

Coming to a stop in the middle of another intersection Alastair paused for a moment, swaying on his feet as he turned this way and that before deciding at random on a direction. “You do not know where we are? Strange. You know so much. I know so much, through you. Too much. But you don’t know where we are.”

Alastair let out a grunt of pain as he suddenly bent over double, clutching at his left arm with his other hand as something underneath his jacket began to bulge and writhe around, the fabric stretching and twisting to accommodate it. After a few seconds the spasms subsided, Alastair straightening and resuming his shuffling walk as if nothing untoward had occurred.

“Yes, yes. Sorry. I know it is not your fault. Something is suppressing you. Something in this place you do not know. Strange. Your voice is so quiet.”

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@Gentlemanvaultboy

"Warp Spasm", called "Dog"... is this Cu Chulainn?

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@MikkishtheLeprechaun

The point about durability is a fair one. I'd prefer to play my cards close to my chest for now as to what exactly this guys deal is, but I can say his strength is not coming from a magical buff. However it's also not coming from any kind of super power or physical conditioning.

He definitely doesn't have super speed though. He might be a little tougher than an average person to hurt but he can certainly be wounded which is why I went with regeneration.

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Name: Alastair Matthews
Age: 24
Species: Human
Appearance: A Caucasian male in his early twenties with short but messy dark brown hair and light brown eyes that occasionally seem to take on a yellowish tint in the right light. Alastair is below average in height at 5’ 6” and has a slim build, though it is hard to tell given his typical manner of dress, choosing to wear thick, baggy clothing such as oversized hoodies and boot-cut jeans.

Alastair’s skin is pale and his complexion pallid. His clothing is dishevelled and worn, faded in colour and a little threadbare in places. He walks in a slouch with his hood pulled up and his head down, meaning that most of the time the only parts of Alastair that are even visible under his heavy clothing are his hands and the lower half of his face.

Weaknesses: Fire, Slashing damage
Phobias: Fire, Light, Certain Holy objects/symbols
Skills: Languages, Knowledge (Arcana), Knowledge (History)
Supernatural Abilities Tier 1: Regeneration, Enhanced Strength
Supernatural Abilities Tier 2: Partial Manifestation, Consumption
Supernatural Ability Tier 3: Full Manifestation
Other: Alastair has a habit of talking to himself

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@MikkishtheLeprechaun

He is something.

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@Strong Potato and here I thought I was going to be the first person to post a weird one.

@MikkishtheLeprechaun, here's one of two character ideas I had rolling around. If this doesn't look suitable I'll throw up the other one.

Alastair Matthews

Name: Alastair Matthews
Age: 24
Species: Human
Appearance: A Caucasian male in his early twenties with short but messy dark brown hair and light brown eyes that occasionally seem to take on a yellowish tint in the right light. Alastair is below average in height at 5’ 6” and has a slim build, though it is hard to tell given his typical manner of dress, choosing to wear thick, baggy clothing such as oversized hoodies and boot-cut jeans.

Alastair’s skin is pale and his complexion pallid. His clothing is dishevelled and worn, faded in colour and a little threadbare in places. He walks in a slouch with his hood pulled up and his head down, meaning that most of the time the only parts of Alastair that are even visible under his heavy clothing are his hands and the lower half of his face.

Weaknesses: Fire, Slashing damage
Phobias: Fire, Light, Certain Holy objects/symbols
Skills: Languages, Knowledge (Arcana), Knowledge (History)
Supernatural Abilities Tier 1: Regeneration, Enhanced Strength
Supernatural Abilities Tier 2: Partial Manifestation, Consumption
Supernatural Ability Tier 3: Full Manifestation
Other: Has a habit of talking to himself

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Nature Mana! So his healing spell already utilised a different form of mana than his Mana Orb and presumably his Shield spell; that information would potentially come in useful later on and he would have to add it to the list of things he wanted to experiment with when he next got the chance. That was starting to become a very long list.

For the moment however he needed to restore his mana and unfortunately he had left all of the mana crystals he had gathered behind in his haste to come help this Slime. Turning towards the creature to let him know he was leaving, Oberon couldn’t help but recoil as his vision was suddenly filled by the pseudo-pod reaching towards him. As the cool membrane of the Slime touched his forehead and the voice sounded out in his mind, however, he relaxed as he began to realise that the action was not hostile.

“Don’t mention it; that’s why I picked Pixie in the first place. Just try not to eat any more bombs.”

As the Slime rolled away with some sudden purpose Oberon also sprang into action, running back to where he was practising earlier and picking up one of his discarded mana crystals. Crushing it in his hand he let his mana refill before grabbing the other crystals off of the ground and taking to the sky with Lesser Flight.

You have used a Mana Crystal. MP is fully restored.
2 Mana Crystals added to inventory.
1 Flame-Touched Mana Crystal added to inventory.

System:Oberon

Ascending until he had a vantage point that allowed him to see more of what was going on, Oberon turned in a slow circle to get a better idea of where everyone was and what was happening. Aside from the explosion it seemed like a group of lizards had attacked some of the others, but that situation had already been swiftly dealt with. There was some commotion happening over by the wall as well, with a large slime that had arrived with the others pressing itself forcefully into the wall for no obvious purpose.

Despite the abrupt burst of activity there didn’t actually seem to be anything that needed Oberon’s immediate attention. Slowly drifting back down to the ground the Pixie’s mind was already starting to wander back to what he had just learned; his healing spell used a different kind of mana than his other spells, but as far as he could tell they didn’t feel any different to cast. That could just be due to the fact that he was casting a spell that was innate to his species however, so he was just casting on instinct. It was possible some creatures just had certain affinities for certain kinds of magic after all; he might have an easier time casting nature spells than, say, fire or ice spells.

Well, that was something he could think about more later; for now he should probably fly around and make sure no-one was hurt in that lizard attack. Before he left he cast a Shield I spell on himself, observing the spell as he did so to try and glean a bit more information from his upgraded analysis skill; he was fairly sure the spell was non-elemental, but it never hurt to make sure.

Taking to the sky again with Lesser Flight, Oberon flew over to the small gathering of creatures he had seen earlier, the ones surrounding by dead lizards. Landing in front of the Dire Rats, hopefully making his entrance obvious enough that they wouldn’t be startled, Oberon approached them cautiously. “Hi, I’m Oberon. Do you guys need any help? Are any of you hurt?”

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@MikkishtheLeprechaun

They wouldn't be nothing, but they would be drastically weaker than intended. Iron Man may not completely helpless without his suit, but he is definitely far weaker than he would be normally.

It's not an issue anyway, I'll just use a different character, it was just a restriction I did not expect.