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Wouldn't it be awesome if you had this pair of spells? And I mean really, for pretty much the exclusive purpose of trolling the trolls. You have one spell that lets you create objects, basically allowing you to create a single temporary place able of varying sizes. Chairs, tables, chalk boards, chests, benches, etc.
Then this other spell, that when you target an object with it, it becomes a neutral NPC with a particular set of stats. It'd just sit their innocently, looking like some innocent, out of the ordinary object. This thing would be harmless, to typical RPers, because you could no longer interact with it, but it'd just harmlessly get shoved out of the way if you wanted to sit on it.
Now imagine this, your typical troll enters the second wind inn, his bald head and red robes bristling. His hand excitedly reaches for his spell components pouch for the one thing that brings joy to his miserable, roleplayless wander his empty academy life. He steps into the center of the room, brings about his spell and launches his fireball, he laughs and dances as everything ignites, but suddenly something is very wrong. Everything in the room shifts, everything in the room turns red and converges on the troll wizard. He gets beat down by the collective throng of the Ikea reject pile and is promptly sent reeling to the fugue.
Outside James Arrow adjusts his monocle and puffs on his pipe, glancing down at a new scroll in his hands. "Create Mimic" it would read, and all the chair killers in the world cried out at once, and then silence.
Then this other spell, that when you target an object with it, it becomes a neutral NPC with a particular set of stats. It'd just sit their innocently, looking like some innocent, out of the ordinary object. This thing would be harmless, to typical RPers, because you could no longer interact with it, but it'd just harmlessly get shoved out of the way if you wanted to sit on it.
Now imagine this, your typical troll enters the second wind inn, his bald head and red robes bristling. His hand excitedly reaches for his spell components pouch for the one thing that brings joy to his miserable, roleplayless wander his empty academy life. He steps into the center of the room, brings about his spell and launches his fireball, he laughs and dances as everything ignites, but suddenly something is very wrong. Everything in the room shifts, everything in the room turns red and converges on the troll wizard. He gets beat down by the collective throng of the Ikea reject pile and is promptly sent reeling to the fugue.
Outside James Arrow adjusts his monocle and puffs on his pipe, glancing down at a new scroll in his hands. "Create Mimic" it would read, and all the chair killers in the world cried out at once, and then silence.
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