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TopicCYOA: You are Merlin the Muscle Wizard
nikko004
01/25/21 3:53:23 AM
#10:


Glad to see the strong reception as always :')
A) Cast Fist

You shake your head. Ive committed no crime. Continue, if you wish to look like a tyrant.

He starts levitating as his eyes glow even brighter. Winds start to blow through the pub doors. You wasted your chance to apologize. Repent in the afterlife!

Everyone in the pub starts to fly themselves out the door. The bartender has been chanting a shield spell around himself during this entire exchange.

Goldo puts his hands together, causing sparks to start flowing through his arms. Destruction-class: Eye of the Storm!

A colossal blast of lightning explodes out of his arms, striking you with great intensity. The entire pub starts flickering. Crackles can be heard echoing even from outside the pub doors.

The light wanes, leaving Goldo hunched over and panting.

However, as his sight returns to him, all he sees is you scratching your beard nonchalantly.

So, you say as you crack your knuckles, I can take this as self-defense then? Should I also be yelling out my attacks? Ill admit its been centuries since I last had a Wizard Battle.

His jaw drops. How the--

You wind up your right-hand and ball it up. FIST!! you yell as you throw your hand forward.

In the very next second, all that the bystanders at the pub entrance could see was a golden blob spring out of the doorway, smashing into the wall of another shop across the street.

The red-robed guards that came with him run up to you and summon floating icicle spears all around you. Halt! You are under arrest for harming a member of the royal Wizard family!

You sigh. I see that the royal Wizard family has lost all reasoning over the years. Fine, Ill accept the consequences.

They escort you out of the pub, leaving the spears pointed right at you.

The bartender lets out a sigh of relief and waves his finger, summoning a bell that rings out.

The patrons that flew out immediately fly back in. 5th time this week, huh? says one of the patrons.

-

As the three of you walk to the imposing stone castle in the center of the city, you take in the sights.

Nearby, you see an old lady waving her hands around like a conductor. She levitates clothes around her, as well as conjuring water to wash them, all without breaking a sweat.

Three kids fly past you with the speed of an eagle. They appear to be playing tag in the air, whizzing through the numerous brick houses and shops.

You look down and notice that the robed guards arent even walking anymore. Theyve been levitating a while back.

You scratch your head. Curiouser and curiouser. Why is it that everyone is wasting magic so liberally? Isnt it exhausting?

The robed guard brings a spear closer to you. Dont make any sudden movements. And what kinda question is that? Were the Wizard race! Magic comes as easy as breathing!

You dart your eyes around in confusion. Out of all the people around you, you notice one key thing: their arms and legs look like twigs, even from the largest people. Almost like theyve been bedridden their whole lives.

-

The jail cell doors close on you, leaving you in a dark, murky room painted with the grey of stone.

Both of your trials will be soon, says the robed guard as he twirls a ring of keys around. May the Ether bless your soul.

With that, he levitates up the stairs, vanishing into the darkness.

Well aintcha a big fella, a voice says in the corner. He steps into a less dimly lit part of the room, revealing his short yet stout figure. In a gesture to handshake, he extends his hairy arm, which complements his big, bushy beard.

I am Gundilf the Black. Master o Blackpowder magic, he says with a wide grin.

You return his handshake. Merlin. Uh, Master of none?

He chuckles. So what brings ya here? Victim of the royal familys short temper, I take it? Cuz Im here for that too.

You nod. As am I. Pardon me, I havent been keeping up with the latest trends, but what is Blackpowder magic?

His chin perks up smugly. I dont expect ya tknow, cuz I invented Blackpowder magic. Id show ya a thing or two but He walks towards the bars and points at the object lying against the wall across your cell.

Youve never seen anything like it before. Its a metallic staff of sorts, angled at the bottom and ornate with wood.

That right theres my prized 12-gauge Wizard Staff, Gundilf says with pride. Cant do a lick of magic without it, sadly. Theyre unfairly keeping me away from my baby, dangit!

You nod solemnly. The royal Wizard family certainly has been strangely unfair. What could have changed?

He takes a seat on the creaky bench in the room. Beats me. Always been this way as far as I know.

You squint your eyes in thought.

A) Cast Fist on the bars and escape the city
B) Investigate the King directly at the trial


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