[Nexus] Good League of Good LVII: Princess Power Trio Plus Protective Parents

[The Bushranger]

[Infirmary]

"For now, yes. However, if you chose to become a cleric, you would gain the ability to use them," Quinn explains. "You could also train to be a druid or paladin, however both of those are more difficult. Favoured souls are chosen by the gods."

[FireFox]

Not yet. Toby grins at him. See, my little kingdom shares the continent with a bunch of corrupt nations, dealing in slaves, oppressing peasants, engaging in generic acts of evil empiry... So I can use a great army to bring peace and stability to everyone. Also, he idolizes Alexander the Great to a slight degree...

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Infirmary]

Hmmm...I might consider that in the future.

What about, like, a sorcerer? I know of a really powerful one back home. He's a nice guy.

[The Bushranger]

[Infirmary]

"Sorcerers are born with their magic, or at least have it in their blood," Quinn says, looking curious. "It's possible to learn spells as a wizard, though."
Or bargain to become a warlock, but she doesn't suggest that.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt is silent for a bit.
"Be careful with campaigns for peace. They often require nothingness and massacres and are in a sense, self-defeating. All the same I could not imagine turning a blind eye to those injustices either. If you need help when the time comes, I would be willing to assist. I make a decent spy, a good assassin, an excellent thief, and an extraordinary prisoner."

[FireFox]

I am aware of the risks, and will do my best to avoid them. He nods and reaches out to, gently, grab Reinholdt's shoulder. Thank you, I do appreciate the offer.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt does his best not to shudder under touch.
He nods. "So long as you are aware."

"I should probably grab some rest. Even with magical healing, wounds like these probably need sleep. Guest cabin still open?"

[FireFox]

Yeah, call me if you need any more help. Toby scrutinizes him, silently agreeing that he probably just needs to rest.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Infirmary]

"Sorcerers are born with their magic, or at least have it in their blood," Quinn says, looking curious. "It's possible to learn spells as a wizard, though."
Or bargain to become a warlock, but she doesn't suggest that.

Really? Cause, I think the one I know learned most of his stuff from somebody else.

[Reinholdt]

"Of course. I suspect I'll be around more." When he's not drinking himself to death in a tavern or meeting masochists and starting a club.

"Have a good night."

Reinholdt heads off to the guest cabin to deadtime.

[ApeofLight]

Garth continues to whittle away at a piece of wood while he whistles and sits upon the front porch of the main cabin.

[The Bushranger]

[Infirmary]

Really? Cause, I think the one I know learned most of his stuff from somebody else.

"Well, if you have the ability in your blood, but don't know that it's there, you can learn it from somebody else," Quinn explains. "Would you mind if I cast a quick spell on you? It won't be harmful, it will just let me know if you hae any magical potential."

[FireFox]

A masochist club? Well, sign Toby up for that!

Night. Toby watches him walk away, then nods to Garth as he takes out his pipe.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Infirmary]



"Well, if you have the ability in your blood, but don't know that it's there, you can learn it from somebody else," Quinn explains. "Would you mind if I cast a quick spell on you? It won't be harmful, it will just let me know if you hae any magical potential."

Uh...sure!

Does it indicate anything else, perhaps?

[ApeofLight]

Garth nods back and his whistling stops. " Hello there, don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Garth. " He says not looking from the piece of wood he has in his hands as he carves at it with a knife.

[The Bushranger]

[Infirmary]

Quinn smiles, and casts a Detect Magic spell.

It'll tell about anything magical, but that's about it.

[FireFox]

I'm Toby, Druid. He fills his pipe with tobacco, tamps it down in the bowl with a thumb, and lights it with a match. Medic. Pleased to meet you.

[ApeofLight]

" As it is to meet you as well. Soldier and hunter would be my professions by the way. " He says as his knife bites into the wood and takes a particularly large chunk out of it.

[KerfuffleMach2]

[Infirmary]

Quinn smiles, and casts a Detect Magic spell.

It'll tell about anything magical, but that's about it.

Ah, well, in that case, it'll show she's been around magic, but she isn't magical at all.

[FireFox]

Yeah? You get much call for those round here? He asks curiously.

[The Bushranger]

[Infirmary]

Well, it would. Except BR forgot that the Nexus' magic is supercharged, and Quinn didn't know before casting...

...she does now, though.

"YAHHHHHH!!!!" Quinn screams, throwing up an arm in front of her face, tipping her chair over backwards, and dispelling the spell!

Whump!

[ApeofLight]

Garth chuckles. " Well to be more specific, I'm an ex-soldier and currently an evil dragon hunter adventurer. "

[FireFox]

Really? Toby would ask if he's hunted any dragons recently, but a deadtime ooze grabs him suddenly.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Infirmary

Krystal jumps a little when Quinn yells. Then gets up when she falls.

Quinn! You okay?

[ApeofLight]

Really? Toby would ask if he's hunted any dragons recently, but a deadtime ooze grabs him suddenly.

Garth nods. " Yep, really. " He says and continues to whittle as the deadtime claims Toby.

[The Bushranger]

[Infirmary]

"The brightness...everywhere..." Quinn whimpers, still with a hand over her eyes. "Healing potion...top shelf...no wait...better not...help me up?"

And she reaches out to be helped up.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Brightness?

Krystal will grab her hand and help pull her up.

[The Bushranger]

Quinn stands, and blinks muzzily as she lowers her hand, her pupils fully dilated, as if she'd been blinked by a sudden bright light.
"Magic...everywhere. Overpowering," she explains, shaking her head. "Something happened somehow and the background magic blinded me..."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Huh. Krystal thinks for a moment.

Maybe my powers reflect magic?

They don't.

Deadtime.

[The Bushranger]

(('night!))

"No, no, not at all...it's just, everywhere. It's not you."
Quinn sighs, and slumps into a chair until her eyes return to something approaching normal.