He took out a blue cyrstal shaped like a half-circle and put it on his head
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
So the music casque still worked. Good.
He went out and took out a pink crystal shaped like a L, except the long end was pointy. Some short faint strings of pink light converged to the crystal and three pink spheres were consecutively shot toward the ground. He inspected the damages dealt to the grass, concluding that though the blaster was a bit slower to shot here it was still as damaging.
Now came the most important test, he took the black cylinder inside his pocket. A few black strings appeared around it and light in the zone one meter after the cylinder became warped as if it had come close of a black hole. He smiled. The gravity stick may be weaker than the massive clubs red mages used and than the blaster of true arcane mages, but it was still debilitating. And no armour known to men could stop gravity.
Da'ar turned his stick off and went to Fadran
"Excuse me, did you say something about toppling an evil empire?"