Is this there another room underneath you? If you really want out you could just break your way down.
Is this there another room underneath you? If you really want out you could just break your way down.
Oh no. If I am guessing correctly, I think that's a portal that will slowly get bigger, which will force you to fall.
Brace for impact.
You really don't want to use spells in this thing, the best case scenario it'd do nothing but on the most likely and also most gruesome case, it'd explode kinda violently. You'll scuff though, you'll scuff like you've never scuffed before.
Hawk: Hey, look on the bright side Jack, you have a whole new opportunity for life out where you end up. I wouldn't really know, I'm rather new at this whole portal magic business. Usually it takes lots of painstaking research and practice to make a navigatable portal. I sort have skipped a lot of steps, for you see I really don't care where you go. So long as it isn't here with me. After this I can put the time into ironing out the bugs for actual use. Aren't you impressed?
Oh yeah, it's doing that getting bigger thing. Ohgodsohgodsohgods. Can't panic... You can't panic. Don't let Megan see you're afraid. We got to bluff, and bluff big.
Jack: Man, I just love the unknown Hawk. How did you know? Gosh gee, wow. This will be fun! This is the best, most thoughtful gesture you've ever made for me. Oh yes, great job Hawk! Heh heh.
HawK: Perfect. I'm glad this has made you so happy. In fact, why don't you just jump on down the portal already, what with how you're just rearing to go and all.
Damn it. He's too clever and saw right through your bluff.
Too many chances with that! You could kick a hundred times the fluffy cat butt and only a few will end the way you want. You've got something but you don't like it. You hate it even. It'll be icky and gross and very unpleasing to do. This isn't even something your kind normally do, it's something to avoid. Hee hee, maybe that's why it'll work so well.
It's super fun making ideas that mess with the thinking box. Your kind don't like doing this for example. Really it is cause you're all fleshy sacks that hold energy slurry in them. That tasty goo really mucks up fancy circles something bad. This is going to be unpleasant but it'll be oodles of fun when it all falls like a funny block line.
You can sense he has no harm meant for you. That doesn't mean the two whelps aren't in danger from that magic the one's cast. If only you could get out you could pull them away and get Master.
!!!
The thing that looks allot like your chewy toy just barfed up a slimy, sugar scented ooze right in front of you. The field is down! You waste no time.
The cat unsummoned itself. It doesn't want to deal with you. Your first goal is the little creature that was once yours. It has fallen and is not moving.
The floor is very slick and you have poor traction. The thing is now held firmly in your jaws, a dead limp weight. It's master can deal with it.
The boys are in front of you and you're going to drag them away from the circle. The one is about to fall in. The other is watching, oblivious to the dangers. You try to stop, to grab the one.
You did not count on the slick surface impeding your ability to stop.
You're falling, at least, that's what it sort of feels like. You can't describe this very well. You're falling up and down, left and right. How can you fall in all directions!? You see Jay, your master's summon, and Megan but promptly you don't care enough to try to take in the scenery. Disorientation like a tidal wave has come over you and you kind of want to hurl. There's no sense of equilibrium here, only nightmarish amounts of vertigo. It becomes too much and suddenly you don't feel anything at all anymore.
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> Interlude: Squeakers At Home.
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>Portal: Reopen.
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Convergence got equipped with.... A NEW READER!
>Jack: Get Megan in a headlock before you hit the ground!
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...End of Prologue?
It is a quiet afternoon at the Master Summoner's Manor. This is the day of reflection, a day of the week dedicated to thoughts and pondering. As it is, the house wards are set to prevent the apprentices from mana use and if any fights are to be had today the Master will punish the three of them. None of this really concerns you personally.
You are a vermin spirit after all.
The name you were given is Squeakers. You are a very old and clever spirit indeed, having been around for a very long time. Your summoner is a boy named Jack, whom you have grown fond of over the years of being owned by him. He's a bit of a pushover but his intentions are good and his heart's in the right place. You are currently in his bedroom sitting on his desk.
What will you do?
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> Leer out the window at those strange mouse-like creatures.
> Off to the kitchen (for cheese!)
> Make your way through the walls. Safer that way!
>So, you keep saying "Vermin Spirit" and not "Mouse Spirit." Can you be other vermins?
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>So, you keep saying "Vermin Spirit" and not "Mouse Spirit." Can you be other vermins?
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There's nothing special with the creature out the window, looks like a squirrel to you. A rather handsome looking squirrel at that. Leer you will, hee hee!
You leer as well as a Vermin spirit can leer at the squirrel. What is this?
It looks like he's called for.
It wouldn't have worked out between the two of you anyways. You're over him already.
Cheese sure is good and you wouldn't mind having some right now but you shouldn't leave the room without Jack knowing first. He'd get worried if he woke up and you weren't there. He spent a late night switching out his spell set, something he does often and is now sleeping in. You've been contented so far with waiting but you wouldn't mind getting some food. Jack has some crackers in his watch meant for you.
There's not much to it. Looks to be a scroll about your kind. Jack was looking for inspiration. Considering the spell he left the scroll on he might just be considering summoning another vermin spirit. Not a keeping one like you. But a more temporary summon that goes with the spell, back where it came from once canceled out. You wouldn't mind the company.
Hee hee! You know the answer to that! Your kind were discovered back during a rather nasty plague epidemic when the mages and monks teamed up to find a cause. They couldn't figure out whether to consider your kind mice or rats and so settled for "vermin".
You can not change your shape, only your size.
>Squeakers: be the living alarm-clock.
>Bring your master half of a dead cat as a gift and hope he appreciates the irony.
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> Maisie: Barge in, uninvited. Hannah's gone missing!
> Squeakers: Vow to teach the elf girl a lesson in etiquette in the near future. For now, though, hitch a ride on Jack's cloak.
> Squeakers: try to get the tasty crackers out of Jack's storage watch.