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!SWP>beseech gaunt
With sheer force of will, you command your left hand's fingers to move. One finger twitches. Then another. Gradually, motes of polychromatic light lift from your leather gauntlet, swirling in tight, radiant spirals around you. Their brilliance swells until shimmering fractures of energy crackle through them. One by one, the motes shudder and collapse, winking out with sharp bursts of prismatic color. As the last of the motes vanish, the space around your leather gauntlet seems to ripple outward in a warped distortion that bends light and sound alike.
A wave of dark ethereal ripples moves outward from you.
[SMR result: 154 (Open d100: 81, Bonus: 25)]
A putrefied Citadel herald is buffeted by the dark ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.
!SWP>
A single point of light suddenly appears in the room before it quickly spirals out into a swirling ring of polychromatic motes. A few moments later, a rotting Citadel arbalester appears in the center of the ring, his body lashed at by tendrils of elemental energy from the ring before it dissolves into twinkling sparks that quickly dim and disappear.
... 20 points of damage!
A gallant effort to elude the blast, but the Citadel arbalester got hit in the hip!
The Citadel arbalester is stunned!
!SWP>stand
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Revision as of 08:57, 28 August 2025

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!SWP>beseech gaunt
With sheer force of will, you command your left hand's fingers to move.  One finger twitches.  Then another.  Gradually, motes of polychromatic light lift from your leather gauntlet, swirling in tight, radiant spirals around you.  Their brilliance swells until shimmering fractures of energy crackle through them.  One by one, the motes shudder and collapse, winking out with sharp bursts of prismatic color.  As the last of the motes vanish, the space around your leather gauntlet seems to ripple outward in a warped distortion that bends light and sound alike.
A wave of dark ethereal ripples moves outward from you.
[SMR result: 154 (Open d100: 81, Bonus: 25)]
A putrefied Citadel herald is buffeted by the dark ethereal waves and is knocked to the ground.
!SWP>
A single point of light suddenly appears in the room before it quickly spirals out into a swirling ring of polychromatic motes.  A few moments later, a rotting Citadel arbalester appears in the center of the ring, his body lashed at by tendrils of elemental energy from the ring before it dissolves into twinkling sparks that quickly dim and disappear.
   ... 20 points of damage!
   A gallant effort to elude the blast, but the Citadel arbalester got hit in the hip!
   The Citadel arbalester is stunned!
!SWP>stand