Talk:Tangled Fate

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You gesture. Your cambrinth orb emits a loud *snap* as it discharges all but a tiny amount of its power to aid your spell. All the sounds around you seem to retreat down a distant tunnel, leaving the area quiet except for a single, ear-splitting tone that is centered around you. A surge of luck washes across you, tangling the threads of your fate into an impossible destiny. There are no words to describe the unreality that claims your mind with prophetic authority and plays havoc with your senses.

 Glare spots dance across your vision as you fall spasming to the ground.  You don't remember much about what happened after that.

> With a jarring spike in volume, the sound of the area returns to normal.

You gesture at Vare. You manage to channel most of your energy into the spell. The rest is wasted. All the sounds around you seem to retreat down a distant tunnel, leaving the area quiet except for a single, ear-splitting tone that is centered around Vare. Roundtime: 2 seconds

Mozzik gestures at you. All the sounds around you seem to retreat down a distant tunnel, leaving the area quiet except for a single, ear-splitting tone that seems to draw near! Your head swims as Mozzik's magic attempts to slither into your mind. You are unable to concentrate your will through the mental fog and infernal noise, succumbing to Mozzik's magic. > With a jarring spike in volume, the sound of the area returns to normal.

You gesture at Vare. Vare's fate has already been altered by sorcery, leaving her scarred destiny unsuitable for further alteration.

Something quietly goes "pop" in the depths of your mind, leaving you feeling somehow liberated.

Tangled Fate's sorcery decays away, leaving your connection to the Plane of Probability almost as healthy as it found it.

A translucent aquamarine spellbook that resolves into a ball of fire. It pops out of existence the moment you notice it. For some reason, the display leaves a deep sense of unease lingering in the back of your mind.

+60-61 PM, 12 min

>cast You gesture. Your connection to the Plane of Probability is already bound into a Teleologic Sorcery spell. You cannot use another teleologic spell until all traces of the first have dissipated.

You gesture. All the sounds around you seem to retreat down a distant tunnel, leaving the area quiet except for a single, ear-splitting tone that is centered around you. A surge of luck washes over you, reorienting your position toward fate. New concepts and images bubble up from your unconscious, suggesting that your immediate destiny is dire. > With a jarring spike in volume, the sound of the area returns to normal.

>cast You gesture. Lacking a clearly visualized fate, your sorcery would discharge its energy in a directionless and futile display of power.

>cast You gesture. All the sounds around you seem to retreat down a distant tunnel, leaving the area quiet except for a single, ear-splitting tone that is centered around you. A surge of luck washes over you, reorienting your position toward fate. New concepts and images bubble up from your unconscious, suggesting that your immediate destiny is auspicious. > With a jarring spike in volume, the sound of the area returns to normal.