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Nuke it smarter, not harder [Open]
Outside the Sensorium, a large floating sign proclaimed in large text:
SENSORIUM IN USE. PRIMARY OCCUPANT: AIBGHALIEN MARSAI. PURPOSE: DEPLOYMENT OF SIMULATED AND GENUINE MAGIC. VISITORS WELCOME. CAUTION! NONSIMULATED MAGIC IN USE!
A helpful magic mouth also repeated these words verbally to those who drew close, a necessary sop to potential issues of translation (or literacy). Despite this ungainly addition tio the illusory sign, Aibghalien was pleased with his idea.
Such thoughts had fallen far to the back of his mind, however, as in the Sensorium he had created a fourfold simulated environment. One quadrant, which the door opened onto, consisted of his tower laboratory from his days as a regent, with tables of magical and alchemical apparatuses set up in various states of use or disarray. The next quarter clockwise was a battlefield, with two armies clashing in a seemingly perpetual state of conflict. Continuing around, in the third quadrant, a group of orogs shuffled aimlessly around a dungeon hallway in exactly the manner one would assume orogs would shuffle about while waiting for adventurers to burst in on them in their otherwise empty and joyless 20x20 dungeon room. Finally, in the fourth quadrant stood Aibghalien, dispassionately deploy a mighty gout of fire from his hands into a swarming mass of Kessek.
“Pause,” he said out loud – not necessary, but Aibghalien found it helpful to set deliberate barriers between his general mental thought processes and the commands he intended to give the sensorium. The image froze in the midst of the fire impacting the Kessek armor. Nodding to himself, Aibghalien stepped forward to examine the intersection of attack and defense, analyzing the impact with the intent of improving it.
SENSORIUM IN USE. PRIMARY OCCUPANT: AIBGHALIEN MARSAI. PURPOSE: DEPLOYMENT OF SIMULATED AND GENUINE MAGIC. VISITORS WELCOME. CAUTION! NONSIMULATED MAGIC IN USE!
A helpful magic mouth also repeated these words verbally to those who drew close, a necessary sop to potential issues of translation (or literacy). Despite this ungainly addition tio the illusory sign, Aibghalien was pleased with his idea.
Such thoughts had fallen far to the back of his mind, however, as in the Sensorium he had created a fourfold simulated environment. One quadrant, which the door opened onto, consisted of his tower laboratory from his days as a regent, with tables of magical and alchemical apparatuses set up in various states of use or disarray. The next quarter clockwise was a battlefield, with two armies clashing in a seemingly perpetual state of conflict. Continuing around, in the third quadrant, a group of orogs shuffled aimlessly around a dungeon hallway in exactly the manner one would assume orogs would shuffle about while waiting for adventurers to burst in on them in their otherwise empty and joyless 20x20 dungeon room. Finally, in the fourth quadrant stood Aibghalien, dispassionately deploy a mighty gout of fire from his hands into a swarming mass of Kessek.
“Pause,” he said out loud – not necessary, but Aibghalien found it helpful to set deliberate barriers between his general mental thought processes and the commands he intended to give the sensorium. The image froze in the midst of the fire impacting the Kessek armor. Nodding to himself, Aibghalien stepped forward to examine the intersection of attack and defense, analyzing the impact with the intent of improving it.
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"I really hope that you're recording all this. Seems a shame not to share it with future crew members."
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"Even if no one currently awake can appreciate your work, it's entirely possible a magician your equal" or greater, she did not say "will someday read it and thank your name for leaving good notes."
She was a sucker for good notes.
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"I don't know how long you've been awake on this ship, but if Stacy's reprogramming holds, it's entirely possible that she can change the podpop release patterns. Maybe she can find you a worthy collaborator. Or we might meet a true wizard on another world, who would choose to come with us."
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Certainly people with exceptional qualities were showing up all the time.
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She looked thoughtfully at the frozen fire. "Maybe record sessions such as this, and add a descriptive narration of how these skills can be shared? So that people who referenced it would know to come to you?"
Aibghalien doing infomercials for magic. Hey, it could work!
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He followed her glance, then smiled. "Though admittedly this is a terribly weak spell itself..."
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"If casting complicated magic is so difficult, I'd be more interested in determining what is the minimal amount of magic needed to disable the enemy. Say making a very fright light that parked itself directly in front of their eyes? Or something opaque that blinded them?"
The thought of the Kessek stumbling about with big black rectangles covering their faces was not without appeal.
That fire was a weak spell? Oh dear.
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The fire is a weak spell cast by a very capable caster. Of course it appears powerful!
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Nothing was quite so intimidating as a missile whispering by overhead, and knowing that the optical scanner in its nose was primed for a certain target. Couldn't the same be true of magic?
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In her elven form she walked through the tower laboratory moving directly to the quadrant where she sensed a particular elven wizard that she had not to spend proper time with in many a day. Slipping in near silently as she did, not announcing herself until she slid her arms around Aibghalien from behind, "I'd been wondering where you'd gotten off to," she greeted with her usual cheerfulness, though with something of a hint of the weariness that had begun to set in recently. With all the damage that had been done during the rebellion, infrastructure had been run off its feet, let alone her other duties.
Peering over his shoulder she examined the point he was currently investigating, offense was not her strong suite. Defensive and distractive measures however...
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"If I'd known you were going to find yourself a free moment," he said, lifting a hand to rest it on her forearm, "I wouldn't have been in here, believe me."
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"Even I didn't know when I'd get a moment with all that's happened and all that needs to be done," she shook her head and sighed before giving a wry smile, "Technically still working, merely taking an opportune moment to see the head of the Magic department in regards to certain repairs and developments,"
"That said, the technicalities have little urgency at the current moment,"
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"We might solve at least a few of our problems if we did away with the whole pretense of having separate residences entirely."
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Once he'd spoken she pondered a moment before nodding with a soft grin, "You've a fair point indeed, a matter though of which residence we should use for our own. My abode has plenty of room, besides it would give a place to rest away from your work even if briefly, I can have a locked gate set between my abode and the Tower to allow you to get back to your work easily, what do you think of that?"
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"A gate would be useful however in the case where time is of the utter essence, and would allow transit to any portion of the network,"
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