UM. He sure could have asked for help. Ahhhh... er... uh... it was in the way and he just didn't think and started pulling.
His cheeks flush pink and he scratches the back of his neck.]
Oh. Sorry. Got carried away.
Next time?
[B rank strength sure trumps E rank strength, even though he can buff it up with Reinforcement magic and his own God power. Not that he's complaining. It's still more strength than he was ever allowed before the fusion.
There's a military grade steel cup that's a testament to the fact he's still learning how to wield it. He's better now than before, but still he slips time to time.
Waver peers down the hole and the stairs descending into darkness. His fingers touch the edge of the wall. The energy is faded, but it's old. How old? It'll take a few more moments to know, but everything presented here shows that the cultists are taking advantage of the location. That'll factor into how much resistance they'll face as they go deeper into their lair.
The flicker of firelight in the distance is foreboding. Why is nobody stopping them? Surely they've been noticed by now.
Waver hopes they aren't walking into a trap. More dust comes out on the palm of his hand, and Waver blows it forward on a magecraft enhanced breeze to help detect any magical traps before them.]
Potential trap? It's suspicious that there's been no reaction to us...
I know the lower level cultists can be blinder to us than normal mortals, but either we've not been noticed yet or we've been expected.
[And yes, what the hell are they burning? The more this goes on, the more on edge he becomes.]
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UM. He sure could have asked for help. Ahhhh... er... uh... it was in the way and he just didn't think and started pulling.
His cheeks flush pink and he scratches the back of his neck.]
Oh. Sorry. Got carried away.
Next time?
[B rank strength sure trumps E rank strength, even though he can buff it up with Reinforcement magic and his own God power. Not that he's complaining. It's still more strength than he was ever allowed before the fusion.
There's a military grade steel cup that's a testament to the fact he's still learning how to wield it. He's better now than before, but still he slips time to time.
Waver peers down the hole and the stairs descending into darkness. His fingers touch the edge of the wall. The energy is faded, but it's old. How old? It'll take a few more moments to know, but everything presented here shows that the cultists are taking advantage of the location. That'll factor into how much resistance they'll face as they go deeper into their lair.
The flicker of firelight in the distance is foreboding. Why is nobody stopping them? Surely they've been noticed by now.
Waver hopes they aren't walking into a trap. More dust comes out on the palm of his hand, and Waver blows it forward on a magecraft enhanced breeze to help detect any magical traps before them.]
Potential trap? It's suspicious that there's been no reaction to us...
I know the lower level cultists can be blinder to us than normal mortals, but either we've not been noticed yet or we've been expected.
[And yes, what the hell are they burning? The more this goes on, the more on edge he becomes.]