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[OOC]
Assume that I had prepared 2 Melf's Acid Arrows in my Minor Spell Sequencer beforehand.
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Odin Magnus sighed and rubbed his chin, how sad... this was how he was going to die. He never really liked parties and tried to avoid them like the plague, and now for the very first time that he went to one, he was in a life threathening situation. Typical of Fate, always trying to give him the lowest card. Odin then buried his face into his palms and shook his head, why, why? Why, oh, why? Then Odin paused shaking and a cog slowly clicked into place inside his head.
Hands free... ...
Free hands equal spellcasting... ...
What then, was the Hell was he doing?!?!
Odin stood to attention and surveyed the scene. Sir Byranos seemed to be okay, but Lucre and the Dwarf seemed to be in trouble. Odin rapidly began to cast the spell Polymorph Self and closed his eyes to concentrate better. Spells like these were potentially disasterous if a word was said wrongly. Tales of disfigured Mages with a wing or clawed feet were not uncommon. Casting such negative thoughts aside, Odin visualised a spidery image in his mind and focused on it. It took time, but eventually the transformation happened and Odin became a Giant Spider.
At last! He was free from the accursed web! Odin leaped silently on the tabletop and transformed back into his human form. Quickly turning around to face the enemy Mage, he shot out a Minor Spell Sequencer aimed directly at the enemy Mage... ...
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