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Topic	CYOA: You are Merlin the Muscle Wizard (v2.1)
nikko004 09/16/21 8:51:52 PM #177:	B) Switch POV ... Gundilf drops a bunch of sticks into a circle of rocks. Alright lad, think you can light this up? Terry stands over the unlit campfire and points his palm at it. Uh...okay. Here goes nothing. He closes his eyes and gathers mana on his hand, but-- Gundilf grips his wrist. Stop right there. Youll blow yerself up again. The boy lets out a long breath and stares at his hand. Look lad, I may not be able to see those odd strings Merlin was talking about, but Ive fought enough Wizards to know how a spell should look like. He walks back to the campfire and rummages to his pockets. Guess for the time-bein, you and I are the same, heh, he says while taking out a rock and a piece of metal, then striking them together to spark up the campfire. It lights up with a steady flame. Terry sits on the ground in front while staring at the fire. Mr. Gundilf, am I never gonna be able to use magic again? He takes out his trusty staff and wipes it down with a piece of cloth. Ya know lad, have you ever thought about what you can do without casting spells? Do ythink waving yer hands around and blowing shit up is all a Wizard is made of? Isnt that...what you do? But with extra steps? He chuckles. Ha! I suppose thats all youve ever seen from me. His belly rumbles. He rummages through his pockets for some bread, but to much dismay has not even a crumb of it. He gets up and takes out some rope from his pockets, then walks over to a nearby tree and throws the rope over the rather high branch. With this, he starts tying it up in an elaborate way. Terry also gets up and walks over in curiosity, trying to watch Gundilfs hands intently. He throws Terry another coil of rope. Alright lad, you saw how I did it. Try doing one yourself. More of these we can set up, more we can eat. Eh? Just like that? Ive never-- First time fer everythin lad, now cmon, throw it over the branch of that tree there. Terry looks to the tree next to them and tries to throw the rope over, but couldnt quite clear it due to his weak arms. He tries again, but misses even more. Mr. Gundilf, I dont think Im cut out for this. He glares at the boy. Lad. Im going to be frank with you, youre nothing without your magic. And you give up too easily. At this rate, youll fucking die out here, lad, you hear me?!-- Terry starts to tear up. Gundilf stops for a moment, then sighs. Alright listen to me, lad. What do you think makes us Wizards special? Our arms? Our magic? He sobs. Uhhhh He points to his head. This, lad. This right here. He walks over to Terrys rope and ties a rock to one end. Try that now. Terry swings the rope around, giving it enough momentum to get over the branch. He looks at Gundilf with glee. I did it! Did you see that?! He chuckles. That I did, lad. Alright, I trust you remember how I tied that thing. Ill set up more traps deeper into this place. With that, he disappears into the darkness of the forest. Terry whistles while vaguely trying to tie the rope, but failing miserably, as expected of someone who couldnt even see what Gundilf was doing since his back was in the way. But that wont stop him; the high of being able to succeed in something for once is getting to him-- The trap Gundilf tied earlier sounds out. Terry lets go of the rope in astonishment, making it all fall down. He slowly turns his head to the activated rope trap. A black wolf with red eyes is choking against the rope around its neck, flailing wildly as its hoisted. Eventually, it stops moving and explodes into blue particles. Terrys eyes widen. He remembers reading one important detail about wolves in the countless books hes read. Wolves hunt in packs. Another wolf leaps out of the darkness, pouncing on Terry and pinning him to the ground. It bites right into his shoulder. He screams the loudest as he ever has in his life. Mr. Gundilf! Help! Help-- The wolf pushes its paw against Terrys throat, crushing his windpipe and preventing him from saying much else. His first instinct is to cast a spell, even if itll blow both of them up. But he cant chant anything like this, and he hasnt practiced chantless casting enough to use it in such an adrenaline-inducing panic like this. But right now, hes beyond thinking about what he can and cannot do. He holds his palm against the wolf and channels mana haphazardly. All he remembers is the feeling of casting a spell, it doesnt matter what hes casting. Just as he feels a spell coming out, the wolf bites his right hand, dispersing the mana gathered to it. He tries to scream again, but the wolfs paw is still choking him out. Tears and blood flow out of him. All he can do is grit his teeth, trying to endure the pain. He gets flashbacks of Firebong bullying him. Flashbacks of how useless he felt when he fought alongside Lye at the arena. Flashbacks of Gundilfs words recently. Youre nothing without your magic. He closes his eyes and resigns to his fate. The wolf brandishes its fangs. He remembers more of Gundilfs words. What do you think makes us Wizards special? Another flashback. This time, two words from King Goldius. Power. And Resolve. His eyes dart open and throws his surviving left hand as a fist into the wolfs face. But a lack of magic put into it, and his weak muscles made the wolf disregard it. It shrugs his fist off and lunges its fangs forward. Terry uses the rest of his right arm to catch the wolfs bite. As its teeth dig deeper, Terry tears up even more from the pain. He wildly flails his left hand around, until it wanders into the rock tied on the rope. He grabs it and smashes the wolfs skull with it. It staggers off of Terry. He slowly gets up and jumps onto the dazed wolf, bashing its head even more with the rocky rope. Eventually, it stops moving, then disintegrates into the air. Terry lets out a coughing fit after being choked up for so long. He lets out more tears while screaming very loudly. More wolves show up, growling at Terry. He wipes his face with his bloodied arm, smearing his face with blood. He grits his teeth and holds his right arm forward, readying some magic. The wolves leap to him, but he lets out the spell just in the nick of time, blowing all of them up and himself. He gets sent flying back near the campfire. He slowly gets up to his feet, only to see more wolves emerging from the darkness. At this point, Terry isnt even thinking properly anymore. Half-conscious from the blood loss, all he can do is let his primal instincts take over. He notices the rope also flew over near him, so he picks it up and spins it around like a flail. As one wolf leaps forward, he has two instincts: Use magic, and throw the rocky rope forward. Both of them take over. Something interesting happens however; the erratic mana that would normally blow up at Terrys palms zip through the rope like a power line, where it then detonates at the rock at the end, blowing up right at the wolfs face. It crashes into a tree, then disappears. Terry actually wakes up a bit from that attack, still taking in what just happened. But the rest of the wolves charge forward. He screams while swinging the rope flail around. A) Cast Rock (Fight more) B) Switch back to Merlin --- How to open a door, Step one: https://imgur.com/EWKRS <cite>nikko004 posted [p:958126439] in CYOA: You ... [t:79515892]...</cite> <quote>B) Switch POV ... Gundilf drops a bunch of sticks into a circle of rocks. Alright lad, think you can light this up? Terry stands over the unlit campfire and points his palm at it. Uh...okay. Here goes nothing. He closes his eyes and gathers mana on his hand, but-- Gundilf grips his wrist. Stop right there. Youll blow yerself up again. The boy lets out a long breath and stares at his hand. Look lad, I may not be able to see those odd strings Merlin was talking about, but Ive fought enough Wizards to know how a spell should look like. He walks back to the campfire and rummages to his pockets. Guess for the time-bein, you and I are the same, heh, he says while taking out a rock and a piece of metal, then striking them together to spark up the campfire. It lights up with a steady flame. Terry sits on the ground in front while staring at the fire. Mr. Gundilf, am I never gonna be able to use magic again? He takes out his trusty staff and wipes it down with a piece of cloth. Ya know lad, have you ever thought about what you can do without casting spells? Do ythink waving yer hands around and blowing shit up is all a Wizard is made of? Isnt that...what you do? But with extra steps? He chuckles. Ha! I suppose thats all youve ever seen from me. His belly rumbles. He rummages through his pockets for some bread, but to much dismay has not even a crumb of it. He gets up and takes out some rope from his pockets, then walks over to a nearby tree and throws the rope over the rather high branch. With this, he starts tying it up in an elaborate way. Terry also gets up and walks over in curiosity, trying to watch Gundilfs hands intently. He throws Terry another coil of rope. Alright lad, you saw how I did it. Try doing one yourself. More of these we can set up, more we can eat. Eh? Just like that? Ive never-- First time fer everythin lad, now cmon, throw it over the branch of that tree there. Terry looks to the tree next to them and tries to throw the rope over, but couldnt quite clear it due to his weak arms. He tries again, but misses even more. Mr. Gundilf, I dont think Im cut out for this. He glares at the boy. Lad. Im going to be frank with you, youre nothing without your magic. And you give up too easily. At this rate, youll fucking die out here, lad, you hear me?!-- Terry starts to tear up. Gundilf stops for a moment, then sighs. Alright listen to me, lad. What do you think makes us Wizards special? Our arms? Our magic? He sobs. Uhhhh He points to his head. This, lad. This right here. He walks over to Terrys rope and ties a rock to one end. Try that now. Terry swings the rope around, giving it enough momentum to get over the branch. He looks at Gundilf with glee. I did it! Did you see that?! He chuckles. That I did, lad. Alright, I trust you remember how I tied that thing. Ill set up more traps deeper into this place. With that, he disappears into the darkness of the forest. Terry whistles while vaguely trying to tie the rope, but failing miserably, as expected of someone who couldnt even see what Gundilf was doing since his back was in the way. But that wont stop him; the high of being able to succeed in something for once is getting to him-- The trap Gundilf tied earlier sounds out. Terry lets go of the rope in astonishment, making it all fall down. He slowly turns his head to the activated rope trap. A black wolf with red eyes is choking against the rope around its neck, flailing wildly as its hoisted. Eventually, it stops moving and explodes into blue particles. Terrys eyes widen. He remembers reading one important detail about wolves in the countless books hes read. Wolves hunt in packs. Another wolf leaps out of the darkness, pouncing on Terry and pinning him to the ground. It bites right into his shoulder. He screams the loudest as he ever has in his life. Mr. Gundilf! Help! Help-- The wolf pushes its paw against Terrys throat, crushing his windpipe and preventing him from saying much else. His first instinct is to cast a spell, even if itll blow both of them up. But he cant chant anything like this, and he hasnt practiced chantless casting enough to use it in such an adrenaline-inducing panic like this. But right now, hes beyond thinking about what he can and cannot do. He holds his palm against the wolf and channels mana haphazardly. All he remembers is the feeling of casting a spell, it doesnt matter what hes casting. Just as he feels a spell coming out, the wolf bites his right hand, dispersing the mana gathered to it. He tries to scream again, but the wolfs paw is still choking him out. Tears and blood flow out of him. All he can do is grit his teeth, trying to endure the pain. He gets flashbacks of Firebong bullying him. Flashbacks of how useless he felt when he fought alongside Lye at the arena. Flashbacks of Gundilfs words recently. Youre nothing without your magic. He closes his eyes and resigns to his fate. The wolf brandishes its fangs. He remembers more of Gundilfs words. What do you think makes us Wizards special? Another flashback. This time, two words from King Goldius. Power. And Resolve. His eyes dart open and throws his surviving left hand as a fist into the wolfs face. But a lack of magic put into it, and his weak muscles made the wolf disregard it. It shrugs his fist off and lunges its fangs forward. Terry uses the rest of his right arm to catch the wolfs bite. As its teeth dig deeper, Terry tears up even more from the pain. He wildly flails his left hand around, until it wanders into the rock tied on the rope. He grabs it and smashes the wolfs skull with it. It staggers off of Terry. He slowly gets up and jumps onto the dazed wolf, bashing its head even more with the rocky rope. Eventually, it stops moving, then disintegrates into the air. Terry lets out a coughing fit after being choked up for so long. He lets out more tears while screaming very loudly. More wolves show up, growling at Terry. He wipes his face with his bloodied arm, smearing his face with blood. He grits his teeth and holds his right arm forward, readying some magic. The wolves leap to him, but he lets out the spell just in the nick of time, blowing all of them up and himself. He gets sent flying back near the campfire. He slowly gets up to his feet, only to see more wolves emerging from the darkness. At this point, Terry isnt even thinking properly anymore. Half-conscious from the blood loss, all he can do is let his primal instincts take over. He notices the rope also flew over near him, so he picks it up and spins it around like a flail. As one wolf leaps forward, he has two instincts: Use magic, and throw the rocky rope forward. Both of them take over. Something interesting happens however; the erratic mana that would normally blow up at Terrys palms zip through the rope like a power line, where it then detonates at the rock at the end, blowing up right at the wolfs face. It crashes into a tree, then disappears. Terry actually wakes up a bit from that attack, still taking in what just happened. But the rest of the wolves charge forward. He screams while swinging the rope flail around. A) Cast Rock (Fight more) B) Switch back to Merlin --- How to open a door, Step one: https://imgur.com/EWKRS</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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