V was still trying to get used to this place. Well, no, actually, the place itself was not all together odd, it was the infernal frustration of being trapped here, magical might whittled back down to potential rather than skill while the fate of the world might well be waiting to weigh on slender elven shoulders.
Still, V would not be V if the chance to learn new forms of arcane might were ignored. One must always be open to new ways to make the laws of physics sit down and shut up. And seeing the spell being worked by the students was fascinating at first, but quickly the problem became obvious. Even before the student's errant line, it was clear this spell would never work.
And of course V was exactly the sort of person to let them know this! Even with all the recent character development, slipshod magery could not be tolerated.
"Listen to me!" V said, three fingered hands raised into the air. If the small stick figure mage was aware that no one was paying the least bit of attention to the indignant words being spoken, nay, shouted at them... well no, it was pretty clear that the purple haired elf was unaware of the utter lack of rapt attention.
Or perhaps someone was just used to it....
"This diagram is fundamentally flawed from the start! Count how many people you have working upon the casting, you need to either remove three of them or add ten! Numbers are crucial in epic level spells! Not that Control Weather should even need this many mages! It is a seventh level spell! Sure, you could in theory increase the duration or area of effect with more mages, but the amount of feats alone to make that work is simply an impractical use of resources. What is more, one could deduce that your intent is to halt the rain, but that is not even what this diagram would do as you are drawing it! It would simply turn the rain into some odd colour, perhaps blue! Why anyone would waste such effort to change the colour of falling water is beyond me, which is why I must presume this is an error and not your intent."
"But have no fear, I am here to help you fix your simple mistakes so that you might all learn. While my spell slots may well have been stripped from me in this curst place - a place I can only presume is where my soul is being held by those fiends - my knowledge of the arcane is intact! And I, Vaarsuvius, shall bend my hundreds of years of study to your aid! Now, if you simply alter the mandela to...."
And that was when the student made the errant line.
"NO! NO you fool! That line will alter the spell! If you cast with it like that it will...."
A sigh as the temperature shifted.
"Snow."
V huffed a bit. "First the boats, then the dragon, now this.... will these side arcs never end? Some of us have a quest to attend to, a plot to finish, and a villian to foil, hopefully by the end of the next book!"
"Fine. I have done what I could." A sigh, then a single hand was lifted to cast a simple spell. "Protection from spells." Nothing happened. "Ah. Right. As Sir Greenhilt might say, were he present, stupid railroad plots."
And with that, the elf turned to go inside, rather disgusted.
Vaarsuvius | Order Of The Stick
V was still trying to get used to this place. Well, no, actually, the place itself was not all together odd, it was the infernal frustration of being trapped here, magical might whittled back down to potential rather than skill while the fate of the world might well be waiting to weigh on slender elven shoulders.
Still, V would not be V if the chance to learn new forms of arcane might were ignored. One must always be open to new ways to make the laws of physics sit down and shut up. And seeing the spell being worked by the students was fascinating at first, but quickly the problem became obvious. Even before the student's errant line, it was clear this spell would never work.
And of course V was exactly the sort of person to let them know this! Even with all the recent character development, slipshod magery could not be tolerated.
"Listen to me!" V said, three fingered hands raised into the air. If the small stick figure mage was aware that no one was paying the least bit of attention to the indignant words being spoken, nay, shouted at them... well no, it was pretty clear that the purple haired elf was unaware of the utter lack of rapt attention.
Or perhaps someone was just used to it....
"This diagram is fundamentally flawed from the start! Count how many people you have working upon the casting, you need to either remove three of them or add ten! Numbers are crucial in epic level spells! Not that Control Weather should even need this many mages! It is a seventh level spell! Sure, you could in theory increase the duration or area of effect with more mages, but the amount of feats alone to make that work is simply an impractical use of resources. What is more, one could deduce that your intent is to halt the rain, but that is not even what this diagram would do as you are drawing it! It would simply turn the rain into some odd colour, perhaps blue! Why anyone would waste such effort to change the colour of falling water is beyond me, which is why I must presume this is an error and not your intent."
"But have no fear, I am here to help you fix your simple mistakes so that you might all learn. While my spell slots may well have been stripped from me in this curst place - a place I can only presume is where my soul is being held by those fiends - my knowledge of the arcane is intact! And I, Vaarsuvius, shall bend my hundreds of years of study to your aid! Now, if you simply alter the mandela to...."
And that was when the student made the errant line.
"NO! NO you fool! That line will alter the spell! If you cast with it like that it will...."
A sigh as the temperature shifted.
"Snow."
V huffed a bit. "First the boats, then the dragon, now this.... will these side arcs never end? Some of us have a quest to attend to, a plot to finish, and a villian to foil, hopefully by the end of the next book!"
"Fine. I have done what I could." A sigh, then a single hand was lifted to cast a simple spell. "Protection from spells." Nothing happened. "Ah. Right. As Sir Greenhilt might say, were he present, stupid railroad plots."
And with that, the elf turned to go inside, rather disgusted.