Dario pushed his hands and senses deep into the loam, calling to the seedlings to spring forth into life and Germinate. His focus wavered for a moment and he screamed as he felt roots and tendrils drill into his hands and arms and thrust their way, under his skin, up and into his chest. Now Dario keeps a sharp pair of shears with him at all times to prune the vines that burst forth from the green pustules that cover his skin.
Codex Hex - Miscellany
Ancient wizards are renowned for many things, but penmanship is not among them, thought Aethelwulf the Uncanny, frowning at his salt-sigiled summoning circle and the lemon he had successfully summoned and bound to his will within.
Wallek concentrated on remaining still and being absent from the thoughts of others. His drawings of the necessary runes looked correct, but when he tried to close the circle a spark of blue lightning jumped from his wand to his arm and he felt his mouth and facial muscles spasm. The resulting facial disfiguration can only be described as severe, and the screams of random passers-by served to remind him of his failure.
The charm was fun at first; to have their admiration, respect, desire. But then I realised it would not stop - they would not stop, they claw at me in their need. They love me but I cannot escape.
The most dangerous foe of any wizard is the tickling of their nosehairs, as D’trex of the Seven Moons found out when their Sending spell delivered a shout giving away their position instead of their perfect plan for an ambush
Look, farmboy, even trying to light a campfire with the sorcerous arts can be dangerous, said Darl, pointing to the wisps of smoke that drifted lazily from each of his ears.
Powdered crimson coral and the red dust of the rubiate wastes look identical on an alchemist’s shelf. This is the story behind the ever-growing porous mass of questing spines that now consumes the city, radiating from where a pleasing newly-decorated red stucco wall once stood.
It was supposed to be the next generation of warrior spells. The group of scholars were incredibly successful with all kinds of exoskeletons and magical armory inspired by the animal kindom. Yeah during their practical exam one of them simply was to nervous and well… that was the birth of the gelatinous cubes.
Those who purchase impure or discount mercury run the risk of summoning Spencer’s floating disk. The small object barely floats, is perhaps only a hands width in diameter and has a hole punched in the center. While one side is prismatic and refracts the light, the other is covered in inscrutable runes. Those who have devoted their life to understanding them say one part states “Columbia Records”. Where Columbia is, and what the disk is a record of remains a mystery.
The levitation spell is not too hard to learn but requires years to master. Casting a levitation spell on a living being, especially on a friendly one, was strictly forbidden for centuries unless you had been approved by the 7th circle of the higher arts of magic. The levitation spell despite it’s civil reputation can cause one of the most horrific deaths as for the slightest mistake, the target’s blood will only flow up and not down anymore, therefore the body will start rotting from the toes upwards within minutes. Treatment by binding the target to a wheel and spinning it for 7 days straight will only increase the target’s survival rate to a mere 9%.
“Attercop and natterjack,
spin your web and knot their breath.
Break their bones. Cause corpus crack.
Moonlight ebb and be their death.”
It’s a simple enough incantation. Where the Poisoner’s Script gets botched most often is should the recipient open the poisoned letter in direct moonlight, the lethal spider embedded within the ink traces back along a moonbeam, permanently staining the fingers of the caster a dusky blue.
Remember kids, there is a big difference between a “Polymorph” and a “Polycule”.
It was supposed to be an invisibility spell. Simple. Straightforward. But the warped magic twisted and now everywhere Laersa goes, people won’t stop staring, glaring, becoming nigh hostile simply by Laersa being in their sight. They feel everyone’s eyes boring into them, and they can’t escape, they can’t hide anymore. Not from others, not from themself.
Hunted by gnolls over the hills, I found out a large torrent and remembered the “Walk on Water” spell scroll I got from my master. I read and conjured it, and here I was walking barefoot on solid water. The gnolls couldn’t, I was saved. I turned at them, mocked them, and doing so I let go the scroll in the water stream. The formula to stop the spell was on it. Now, any water is like solid stone for me. That rain was hurtful, and I cannot drink any water. What have I done ?!
Over the course of a week, it happened maybe a dozen times. You’d find yourself 1 minute in the past, unable to deviate from your previous actions as you relived all 60 terrible seconds while suffering sickening deja vu. Found out later some wizard was casting a “rewind” spell. They could move during its effects, but no one else in range could. For all that, their fancy magic didn’t save them getting torn apart by a crowd of nauseous locals once word got out.
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