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    “Because you would blow up the strike team without having to worry about line of sight. I’d thought you made a new dagger each time; are they the same ones?”
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    “Have you not studied wizardry? It takes life force - how else would you power it?” The anole looks at the pages, trying to get a chance to read some of it. “But yes, that is an anole.”
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    Nick blinks at him. “You slept through a grenade detonation ten feet away? Anyway, a strike team with some twentieth to twentyfirst century weaponry is after us.” Dragging another cot over to the somewhat precarious stack, Nick passes Sleeper a grenade with some adhesive. “Do you think you can stick this to a homing dagger?”
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    “Allow me to demonstrate.” Olvax unwraps a tiny bit of scaled hide from his staff. Using arcane gestures and a few magic sounding words, Olvax makes the hide fold itself, then change shape and texture, inflating into a small brown lizard (a brown anole, which are those impossible to catch Florida lizards). The anole stands still, does a flip, then charges off at incredible speed, shimmying up the desk’s leg. “I can do larger ones, but that takes more hide and more life.”
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    Cole puts a decent amount of money on the table. “I did stop at my workshop before we left. It’s not like I actually need it.” He tries to hear the whispering, but the tavern is loud.
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    Nick takes the cot, and puts it where he was told, carefully watching out of the corner of his eye for more attacks.
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    “It depends. Why is it forbidden, and is it actual archmagic? I’m not looking to burn through my life practicing another school when I already have saurolurgy.”
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    “So like shadowsmokes? Or the chess playing hallucination dragons Par mentioned? Speaking of Par, where did he go?” “That’s strange. I think it took your magic. I guess that explains why my ribs are better.” A spark lands on Veer’s arm, and heals a tiny bit back a corrupted spellsteel. “That’s not good.” Veer looks at her. “Did you realize your powers are way stronger than you thought? I haven’t lent this to many people, but one man went from conjuring soot to conjuring diamonds when he put it on. Apparently they’re incredibly useful if you can find ones large enough, and they’re made of soot or something like it.”
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    “Ok; I guess being internally flayed is pretty rare. My ribs are feeling better, which is nice. A little odd, though.” Some golden sparks are drifting from the corrupted spellsteel, which is stretching towards the injury. None have actually touched anything, yet. The circlet, in opposition to the corrupted spellsteel, reflects objects prismatically colored. It’s very light, and the thin bands of intertwining metal show no signs of fragility. “Touch it - I usually put it on my head, but you don’t have to - and see if you can send magic through it.” Veer turns to Tim, having honestly forgotten he was in the room. “Spellsteel. It’s made from magic, and focuses it. It is magically light, strong, and flexible. Do you really not have it in El-ay?
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    “Interesting. How do eyes feel? Is it weird to only sense from parts of you?”
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    Veer feels his forehead. “I doubt it. The circlet feels crusted over, not replaced.”
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    “We’ll stack the beds. The rest of us will need to get up there, anyway.” Nick begins to move a cot, not really knowing where a good place would be.
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    “That’s fine. Have you ever seen something like this before?” A flash of loss goes across his face. “Like Clair.” he says softly. Then he shakes himself out of it, “It’s physical revealing, right? I think I can help. Can you free this circlet from the corrupted spellsteel without damaging it or me? If you channel through it, you know what you can effect, and it helps your mind to understand it all.”
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    Nick is silent for a moment, thinking. “So you couldn’t use it in actual combat, but if you took a reasonably sized hole out of the ceiling over there, you could bring it somewhere they can’t shoot at you while you recover. It’d also be good for metalworking, I bet.”
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    Veer looks at his bleeding arm. “That’s not good. What is your Gift, exactly?”
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    “But you do not have anything alive or edible for it. How would you have known?”
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    “Ok, then. Have you ever tried teleporting just part of something? I think that would be quieter than explosives.” @The Stormfather, what is the ceiling made from?
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    “Maybe? Even if the only way to make it is with magic, it might still be part mundane; I knew someone who made ceramic with their Gift. When they were done, the bricks, or pots, or whatever weren’t magic.”
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    Veer motions to continue with his good arm. “There are people who turn to spellsteel, supposedly. Scaled, Spellmen, Dragonheirs, Entombed, Chosen, Prismatic Ones… they have a different name in every story, and the transformation never turns out the same. Sometimes they become statues, sometimes great mages, sometime unstoppable warriors with skin no blade can break, and sometimes they are dragons come again. I doubt all of its true - storytellers are an imaginative lot, comes with the job, I suppose - but this, or something like it, has probably happened before. I hadn’t heard about the magic consumption part, though.”
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    Nick’s voice crackles from the communicator - no reason to announce plans louder than necessary. “We could stack the cots, I could electrolysis my ballast and jump, one our two teleporters could take us… there are plenty of ways, the problem is that once we go up there we’ll be the ones in a choke point. Do any of our several actual military commanders have any ideas?” he asks, routing the question to@SpiritOfWrath and @Ancient Elantrian.
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