Dhavaer
2007-11-07, 03:54 AM
Bone Splitter
Evocation [Fire]
Level: Arcane 5; Components: V, S; Casting Time: Attack Action; Range: Short; Target: One creature; Duration: Instantaneous; Saving Throw: Will Negates; Spell Resistance: Yes
The bullet flares brilliant blue as it succumbs to the spells woven in to Jennifer's clothes. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her face turned away, she doesn't see the flash of light, but Roberta does.
Roberta turns her amber eyes on the unfortunate young soldier who fired the shot. Every fibre of her being screams with outrage - Her wife! Hers! - and thirteen hundred years of ancestors join the dreadful chorus.
She sketches vengeance in the air with practised fingers, weaving glowing runes together as she spits out syllables that coil and flame in the air. She finishes the spell with a slicing sweep of her arm, and for a split second there is silence.
A single moment later the spell takes dreadful effect; bone marrow liquidising and vapourising, splitting bone and tearing flesh as the burning, scalding gases break free. The soldier explodes with a loud, wet crack.
Sorry for the melodrama.
The target takes 3d6 Strength damage. If this damage would reduce the target's Strength to 0, the target dies. This spell can only target creatures with skeletal structures. Creatures immune to fire are immune to this spell, the lucky bastards.
Evocation [Fire]
Level: Arcane 5; Components: V, S; Casting Time: Attack Action; Range: Short; Target: One creature; Duration: Instantaneous; Saving Throw: Will Negates; Spell Resistance: Yes
The bullet flares brilliant blue as it succumbs to the spells woven in to Jennifer's clothes. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her face turned away, she doesn't see the flash of light, but Roberta does.
Roberta turns her amber eyes on the unfortunate young soldier who fired the shot. Every fibre of her being screams with outrage - Her wife! Hers! - and thirteen hundred years of ancestors join the dreadful chorus.
She sketches vengeance in the air with practised fingers, weaving glowing runes together as she spits out syllables that coil and flame in the air. She finishes the spell with a slicing sweep of her arm, and for a split second there is silence.
A single moment later the spell takes dreadful effect; bone marrow liquidising and vapourising, splitting bone and tearing flesh as the burning, scalding gases break free. The soldier explodes with a loud, wet crack.
Sorry for the melodrama.
The target takes 3d6 Strength damage. If this damage would reduce the target's Strength to 0, the target dies. This spell can only target creatures with skeletal structures. Creatures immune to fire are immune to this spell, the lucky bastards.