Hot Lava
GM: Slinger
Players: Page.
Synopsis: Page is required to get four items for he focus he is creating. A stone touched by fire is among them. And where better to gather such a material than on a trip to Hawai'i? He books his flight and arrives.

Finding an active flow should be easy. But a Great Form free spirit is being born… and before it will permit him to take a piece of the active flow, he must perform a Deed for it. Specifically, there is this obnoxious, garish nightclub.

Attempting to make it look like an accident, like the spirits are angry. Page warns people — then sends a chunk of lava from the nearest active flow toward the building. The hut, though hardly authentic, still uses flammable materials in its construction, and hot lava is notoriously unmerciful when it comes to these. The nightclub catches fire and burns swiftly, utterly destroyed.

The manager ran back inside to try to extinguish the blaze — and Page's water elemental ended up rescuing him.

Date: Aug 3, 2069

Part 1: Going on Vacation

Page hangs up with Slinger. Yep, Page it taking a vacation again - this one shouldn't be too long, though. He's got plans - and designs. Picking up the tickets to Hawaii, he heads for the airport with little more luggage than what he carries on him. It sounds like his ally spirit Ourrez … well. He can't come with. This does bother the mage a bit, but what can you do, other than send postcards?
Ourrez likes postcards. Postcards go *shred* nicely and make nice bedding material. Prr.
The trip to the airport takes little time at all, though security is always a pain, depending on what you are taking, and trying to smuggle throught he security checkpoints.

«Plot» Slinger says, "Are you trying to take anything with you that's less than legal? Also, what SIN are you using?"
«Plot» Page says, "Jeff Page. And nope, I have a foci, but it's rating 3."

Arriving at the gate, you are immediately able to check your baggage. Any foci, of course, are required to be removed from your person and checked with the attendant; you will receive it back when you disembark. You are shown to your seat, window or aisle, smoking or non, as was your preference. This is a pretty decent airline, and they do their best to make their passengers comfortable. Of course, it costs a decent amount. 2,000 =Y= for a round-trip ticket to Hawaii.

Page whoa. Smoking seats on an aircraft? Page takes one - not because he smokes. But because he personally enjoys making someone's life 'a better place'. That and the seats are bigger. Then he goes and reads over his latest Enchanting journals while on the flight.

Once lung cancer was cured — and there were bigger things to worry about, tobacco use came back into fashion. So most airlines allow it, especially on long flights. The filter packs are enough to deal with it, of course.
The flight itself is relatively routine — a little turbulance over the mid-Pacific causes the seat-belt sign to *ding* a few times, people to be shaken up a little. Nothing all that important.

Flight lands, and you check in, going through customs. After all, the kingdom of Hawai'i tends to frown on people smuggling anything illegal into, or out of, their tropical island paradise. You managed to get a research Visa; it's a popular destination for those researching the scholarly side of magic, and one of the universities who has published a couple of your papers was able to get you in.
Magickal scholars and tourists, but predominantly the latter. It's amazing how little some fashions have changed, and seeing Japanese and American tourists, along with a few Aussies and New Zealanders, having traded in their corporate suits for day-glo flowery button-up shirts and pants that show way too much leg presents its own sort of holistic hell. But on the other hand, taxis are cheap, and it's not far to where you might be lodging.

Probably a dozen laws against taking anything magical or getting near the volcanos, Page thinks to himself. Good thing I'm not planning on consulting authorities on permission. He hails a taxi and asks for a nearby hotel that he found earlier looking through brouchures. Tourisism, schmourism.

You're able to get your focus back, though they charge you a 500 =Y= import tax on it. At least the hotel isn't too expensive. Only 200 =Y= a night. But at least it's not a bad hotel. Middle-class lifestyle, bordering on high. A good place to stay that isn't horribly overpriced. There's even a restaurant there that serves decently-prepared soy-food. And other than that… you could be just about any tourist.

Page smiles, and thinks venemous thoughts about taxes and excise fees. Ah, well. It'd probably be different if he lived here. He takes in a good breath of air and considers how hard it would be to get the place constructed out here….
Nah. That's crazy talk, that is! Especially after having all the permits taken care of. Page spends some time getting lunch, and then heads for a tour of one of the volcanos. Might as well look what he's getting himself into before he leaps.

Part 2: Magical Mystery Tour

The tour costs another 200 =Y=, but involves you going out with a relatively small group, heading toward one of the volcanoes. In fact, they actually let you out there onto a very safe section of cooled lava, though one that has been trampled by tourists. Your tour guide is a woman who speaks English with a Japanese accent, and is made up to look like a native in her costume, but is obviously of Japanese ancestry.
On the way, she talks about the history of the volcanoes, the pressures deep within the Earth, and recites statistics from memory that draw ooos and ahhs as if from small children, during the bus ride out there.

Page reaches down and feels the ground with his fingers, curiously. Yes, this is all far, far too polluted for his purposes. Dang people and their meddling astral pollution! But that's okay, there's plenty of unspoiled volcano to go around, right? "How many types of lava are there?" he wonders, playing tourist.

The tour guide launches into a discussion of geology, while several of the attendees light up cigarettes while they listen, a few others drinking from bottled water. A few doing both. Lava under the ground is magma, if course, but as it comes to the surface, the biggest question is how it cools.

Pahoehoe lava — which is what we're standing on, comes out smooth and dense, and makes this nice flat surface that we can walk on. A'a lava, though, ends up forming individual stones anywhere from a few inches to several meters in size. We can't let you walk on those.
There's a third type of lava, but that forms only under water, under the pressure of the ocean.
As she continues, the most interesting thing for you would be a lava bomb. Those are fiery globs of lava ejected into the air — which then cool, unmolested.

"How long ago were these active?" one man wants to know.
"Oh, these haven't been active for quite some time, several decades, except for one brief incident around five years ago, when the Ring of Fire experienced upheaval. Our experts, though, agree that it is quiescent again, so we can take you out here. The areas that are active are a good kilometer that way." She points. "We can show you some of the tamer ones later in the tour — the ones over there are far too violent for anyone but trained experts.

Page glances over that way. Hmmm. And in the astral as well. While he's looking, he steals glances at the rest of the tour. Any mages or spirits lurking about?
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 4 5 8 17

Interestingly enough, there are several spirits around here — spirits of the earth. But those spirits, around here, have aspects of fire elementals to them, and they appear to be guarding the place, preventing any sort of 'accidents' that might threaten the tourists. Of course, who knows what sort of other orders they might have been given?

«Plot» SlingGM says, "Background count is 1 here. 0 elsewhere. Though it's a 2 over in the direction where she pointed, hanging in the air above that region."

Hmm. Odd. A haze of background count? That does seem pretty odd. And that's where the most active vents are? Page scratches his chin thoughtfully. The view is certainly beautiful, though. With that thought in mind, he continues with the tour on to the end.

Part 3: Night

After that and a light supper, he heads to bed early for several reasons. First, his schedule is still on Denver time. Second, he's heard one of the best times to find flows is in the early morning. And third - early morning, 2-3 am, is one of the most boring times to be a guard. Probably pretty safe right around then.

Something magical is going on over there. On the other hand, mana flows often follow magma flows, influenced by the earth and vice-versa. Geology is tied in with magic, and Earth is one of the Elements, of course. Earth and fire, bound together beneath the crust.
The trip back to the restaurant is uneventful. The restaurant is hardly five-star, but the food is good, and the bed is clean and comfortable. And before you know it, the alarm is going off beside the bed. 2:10 AM. You must have hit 'snooze' at least once.

Page hrmphs. Mutter. He supposes he'd better get up…. with a yawn and a stretch, he gets out of bed, and pulls on some clothes. Pauses, doublechecks… yep, all natural fibers here, no plastics that could melt onto him. Munching on a breakfast bar, he heads out of the hotel and ambles along the street… pausing once in a doorway to become invisible before continuing along towards the area that harbored an unusual background count.
Once he's out of the 'standard' civilized lines, he starts keeping an astral eye out, too, just for any surprises that might pop up.

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Invisible!":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 9 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "F6 invis drain resist":
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 8 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Page says, "Yah, I'm cool."

There are spirits here, darting to and fro. Most of them do not appear to be under anyone's control — this place is apparently rife with free spirits, it would seem. Spirits of the land, of the water, of the air and of the earth and of fire and stone. Mingling together, feeding on the emotions — pleasure, mostly — from the tourists, the sense of awe and wonder that seems to hang over the place.
The journey, as the crow flies, takes you about two miles on foot, in the warm weather. Nobody seems to pay you any mind, though a few spirits seem… intrigued by you, flying over to flit around and… well, frolic.

Yay. Frolic. They don't seem to mean any harm, though, and Page is /not/ about to antagonize the natives - so to speak. Once he's well away from anyone who could see him - apart from the spirits, of course - he drops the invisibility and switches to Levitate. No sense walking on hot lava, even if he did get nice, thick boots that won't melt easily.

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Levitate, F6":
1 1 1 2 2 5 5 9 11 11 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 5 for "5M Drain":
1 1 1 2 3 4 4 5 7 = 2 Successes

The spirits, indeed, are restless tonight, flitting about. A few of them even pass through them, with the distinct astral impression of the giggling of a small child. The island is being continually born anew in fire and earth, creating new spirits of the land every day, as it grows and evolves, transforming itself in a continual process of renewal.
As you levitate, the spirits, though, seem to grow bored with you. Up from the ground, the background count lessens as you move from civilization. At night, it's easy to see where the lava flows are, off to the west where the very land itself seems to glow with an eerie orange light. And as you rise into the air, you can see the sparks from a fountain of light that is erupting…

Ah, found one! Hard part's over, Page thinks. Now just have to not get hit by the damn thing. He grins sardonically, and floats in that direction - cautiously, ears and eyes tuned for danger.

«Plot» SlingGM says, "Perception check, if you would. astral perception, BG count is 2 here…"
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence + Karma Pool: 1 vs TN 6:
1 1 3 5 7 10 11 = 3 Successes

There it is. The spray of lava, fountaining into the air, driven by gas beneath it. Periodic blasts of lava up into the sky, flowing in patterns across the land. You can feel the heat radiating from here, the stink of sulfur mixing with the calm ocean breeze, and the smell of fire as a few pieces of driftwood that had been deposited nearby are suddenly in the path of the next laval flow.
Molton rock strikes wood, and the wood bursts into flame, burning brightly… and on the astral realm, you can see it. Something… taking shape, within the flows, boiling upward from the vent and taking shape.

Something… is being born.

Page blinks a few times, pausing. This… could be interesting. Or dangerous. Probably both! But what the hell - this is not something the tourism board puts in its brochures, eh? He watches, observes, and still keeps an eye out on his surrounding. Just in case. He probably shouldn't linger too long - but how often do you get to see something like this?

«Plot» SlingGM says, "Fountain is currently about 10 meters high, but growing."
«Plot» Page hmmms…. "I'll be 50 meters or so."

The geyser of molten rock fountains into the air — and then it suddenly stops fountaining. But at the same time, the tension is mounting in the air, the creature bursting from it on the astral realm seeming to dwindle in size — or perhaps, like any birth, tensing for that final eruption that will finally expel it from the birth canal, to take its first breath as a full-fledged entity.
Then, there is a burst of lava upward from the ground — as lava shoot literally a hundred meters into the air — and thick chunks of rock begin to rain downward — and a few of them are even approaching your own location. Some of them heading for you out of the sky with unimagininable force…

«Plot» SlingGM says, "I need either a Quickness or — since you're using Levitate, an Int check, whichever is higher. Your TN is 5. Threshold is… 4 successes, handled vaguely as a dodge test."
«Plot» SlingGM says, "You'll need to make 3 of these, effectively in one combat turn. But yes, you may use CP. In effect, these are missile attacks, damage of 8M base, 4 successes on the first, 3 successes on the second, 2 successes on the third."
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 5:
3 3 4 5 5 5 8 9 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "Attack #2":
1 2 2 2 2 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence + Combat Pool: 2 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Attack #2, KP 1":
1 2 3 4 5 5 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence + Combat Pool: 1 vs TN 5 for "Attack #3":
1 1 4 4 5 7 7 = 3 Successes

Oh… crap. That's big. And… so are they. Page musters his mental reactions, thinking quickly, and weaves his way through the rain of molten rocks. One, two… there goes the other biggest threat. That should be it. On impulse, he lifts a hand, focusing his magical energies on one of the fist-sized rocks flying about to catch it.

«Plot» SlingGM says, "Go ahead and cast Magic Fingers if you like. Background count is now 3."
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 9 for "Gonna have to learn me some Filtering one of these days.":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 9 for "Gonna have to learn me some Filtering one of these days. KP 2.":
2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 9 for "Gonna have to learn me some Filtering one of these days. KP 4.":
1 2 4 4 4 4 8 11 11 13 = 3 Successes
«OOC» SlingGM says, "Drain?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "F2, Drain is 3M+1 for BGcount.":
1 1 3 4 4 8 8 10 11 = 6 Successes

Your spell reaches out toward one of the glowing lumps of rock, lifts it upward. It is heavy, right on the edge of what your spell can handle — not very large, but somehow dense. And even through the spell, you can feel the intense heat from it.
But while you were doing that, something was forming, taking shape. And then, just as you capture your prize — it appears before you, a manifestation of fire and earth, with blazing eyes and wreathed in a haze of glowing embers. The sound of pops and hisses as its body seems to cool against the air matches the sulphurous stink that emanates from the creature. « Who are you who takes of my body? » it demands, speaking the tongue of the spirits, in your mind.

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Magic Background:
2 3 3 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "Bgcount 3?":
1 1 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "Bgcount 3? KP 5":
1 1 2 3 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Intelligence vs TN 7 for "Bgcount 3? KP 7":
1 1 2 3 3 4 = 0 Successes

«Plot» Slinger says, "The thing is a spirit, most definitely. Not quite an elemental. Not quite a nature spirit, but some sort of strange hybrid of both. And it appears — though you cannot be sure — to be a Great Form of some kind. This thing is… rather nasty."

Page takes a moment to call back his water elemental spirit from the metaplanes. "Who, me?" he says to the thing. "Page, an enchanter of Denver." Honesty does seem like the best policy for the moment. He eyes the glowing rock his mental hand is holding up, trying a guess at the temperature. 600? 800? Hot enough to damn well burn anything he's got on him.

Not just fire. Magical fire. This creature is the very essence of the heat — and mana — that is part of the island itself. "You," the creature agrees, responding to your first question. It doesn't seem very happy with your equivocation. "What does one of the continent wish from the island? You seek to take… but what do you give in return?" it demands.

"Yeah," Page says, floating out and away from the thing. "You're not too familiar with how humans work, are you? I don't have anything you'd be interested in. We'll talk more later, shall we?" Ready, at the moment, to dart off at the first sign of danger coming his way, and snagging an earth elemental at the ready as well.

The creature reaches out with its own energies — and suddenly your lava rock… stops moving. The spell is straining — but the rock just… stays where it is. « I have lived only a few moments so far. But already, I see. » Its eyes bore into you — and you find that unless you release the spell holding the stone, you are just as rooted in place as it is. « You will do a Deed for me, human. »

«Plot» SlingGM says, "From the size and aggression of this thing, it's likely around Force 8 or 9."

Page considers his options here. Floating a hundred feet over what's probably freshly formed lava crust, giant angry spirit - no 10th grade summoning circles yet, dangit. "I'm listening," he says to the thing, easing off on his spells cautiously.

The creature eyes Page for a moment, floating there before you. « There is a… structure, being built upon this land. A structure that disrupts the flows of energies. A structure that is offensive unto the eye, and unto the spirit. Destroy it, and this will be yours. It will be here for you, pure and untarnished. »

Page raises an eyebrow slightly, eying down the thing. "Where is this structure?" he wonders.

Part 4: Pahoehoe

« Come with me, » the creature says… and moves upward, staying at a rate that your Levitation spell can match. It flies upward, and the island spreads out before you. Nothing seems to notice you, however, including a security drone that is… suddenly right next you as you float up next to it. It doesn't even register your presence. The spirit may be Concealing you.
It is looking out across the field of lava. But something disrupts it. It is a… a hut. At least, that is what it appears to be at first glance. A simple grass hut with thatched roof. Except that no hut was ever this…colorful. Brightly lit, and emitting something that is a horrid fusion of dance music combined with what is a mockery of traditional island music. The lights flash, and drinks are being served. "Pahoehoe" the sign declares. « I cannot look upon it for long, » the spirit confesses. « You have your task. » And it starts to drift back downward…

«Plot» SlingGM says, "The 'hut' is probably ten meters by fifteen meters… it's a bar/nightclub that somebody erected, right out on the lava field — though a cool, quiescent part of it. There's a wooden 'bridge' over the lava that leads over to the thing. The whole thing is very tourist-y, but trying desperately to look 'native'. And manages to only /really/ be an eyesore. There are people dancing inside of it, bartenders, the clink of glasses…"

Page looks over the thing. "Well… hmm. Doesn't seem like it'll be that hard, actually." He scratches at his chin thoughtfully. And at 3am, no less. These people and their parties. And the music! It's like all the worst parts of native music put to electropop. He shakes his head, and then.. directs his earth elemental to dig out the foundations, floating himself down to the back, where the workers might take a smoke break.

There are indeed workers out back, smoking next to the flammable structure, without any apparent care. Talking and joking among themselves, with a little lighthearted banter.
The earth elemental appears… the dives down into the ground… and stops, almost as if it hit a wall. It continues trying to move through it, but is making… slow progress.

Page waits for the elemental to get well and truly buried, giving it, oh, half a minute. Then he floats down to the guys out back. "Hey there. You guys. Thought I might let you know - you're pissing off the spirits of the volcano out here."

The elemental is really having trouble. Something about the material of the field is… resisting it. It's uncertain how good of a job it's going to have.
"Holy fuck!" one of them says, eyes widening as he steps back from you. The other one is looking a little less startled, but then again, you can smell another scent hovering near him. That ain't tobacco he's smoking. But your warning seems to fall on deaf ears. "Yeah, we've heard all that before. Talk to the owner. We just work here, y'know?"

Page shrugs his shoulders in midair. "Yeh, well… just thought I'd let you know. They're /really/ pissed off," he repeats. "I'd take the night off if I was in your shoes." And then he floats on back up again.

The one with the joint takes a drag on it. "Creepy, man," he comments, watching Page ascend back upward. The other one shrugs his shoulders. "I'll tell the boss we got another threat from some wacko environmentalist," he says, taking a drag from his cigarette. He tosses it into the pail there, then steps back into the place, trailing smoke as he goes.

«Plot» SlingGM says, "Your Earth Elemental is… makin slow progress. You're not sure it's going to be able to do much."
«Plot» SlingGM says, "When you look at it, the lava field is definitely astrally present. It's some kind of astral barrier, actually. At least to your vision. Something about the magics of it make it dual-natured, and it's inhibiting your elemental. It looks to be natural, though it's hard to tell."
«Plot» SlingGM says, "The lava… well, you really don't know much about lava, honestly. But it wasn't laid down yesterday, you don't think. Some signs of weathering."

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 10 for "Force 6 Levitate!":
1 1 2 4 4 4 5 7 10 14 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 5 for "5M Drain":
1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 7 = 3 Successes

Page humming a soft tune to himself - he did warn them, didn't he? They should have some time to get out with what he's planning. Focusing his mental energies, he lifts half a ton of red-hot, glowing lava and starts flying it back the 500 meters to the structure.

The lava lifts out of the liquid — and it's a struggle to contain it. But once it's contained, it begins to cool in the air, crackling, swirling in the air. Gaining altitude as you lift it, it obeys you control, though it's a struggle to keep it contained, taking nearly all of your concentration. Down below, there is a patron outside, smoking — who looks up drunkenly — and sees a glowing thing coming out of the sky. "Wha' the hell?" he asks the guy beside him, who is slightly less inebriated. Said guy looks up, blinks. Then he turns and yells,


Page, manipulating the spell from some distance away, safe in the darkness, lets the spell go gradually, sort of… pouring the lava across the roof. It should flow naturally at that point.

The lava is no longer liquid. The trip through the air has made it a solid, and as you release the spell, it begins to arc ballistically, moving toward the roof of the building witu unerring velocity. People pour out of the building at that, including the manager — who turns and stares at the thing. And then turns back and screams over the music, running over toward something. "Everybody out! Get 'em all out!" he yells, trying to be heard over the music, and wastes precious seconds trying to get there.
And then, the chunk of lava hits the roof, /hard/, snapping timbers. It breaks at that point into pieces, and those pieces scatter over the thatch of the roof, which almost instantly bursts into flame…

Page mentally tells the earth elemental it can lay off at this point, and then gets busy erasing his signatures. Not the way Slinger would, no, just using Cleansing to /completely/ wipe the area. It's simpler, though it might take slightly longer.

Below, the thatch-fire spreads. People run from the building, now, some escorted by others, as bits of burning thatch fall down onto the wooden roof beneath, and some of the thatch falls off of the building. But the rocks are still hot, and are burning their way /through/ the plywood of the roof, the thin tar-paper roof already ignited. One of them drops down onto the wooden floor, and a new source of fire begins.
And now, you see the manager running back toward the inside, brandishing a fire extinguisher…

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Sorcery vs TN 2 for 'Cleansing':
2 4 4 7 8 11 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for 'Cleansing drain':
1 1 3 4 11 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls 2 vs TN 2 for "Karma pool 8":
1 4 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls 1 vs TN 2 for "Karma pool 10":
4 = 1 Success

Below, the manager shoots the flames from the chunk of lava with the fire extinguisher, which is a little like using a water pistol against an inferno. Each time the flames die down, they spring up again, stronger than before. But he desperately tries to fight them, spraying more chemicals onto the flames, making them struggle for every inch. He's not just an employee — he's probably one of the owners.
Another chunk of molten rock crashes through the ceiling, near the DJ booth, and flames flicker up there, licking over some of the plastic-containing components of the lighting. Thick smoke starts to roll upward, gathering near the ceiling of the place, a little spilling out over the edges. And the thatch and tar paper are almost fully engulfing the top of the place, spreading fast…

Page glances over at the manager in the midst of what is rapidly becoming an inferno and gives a little sigh, then orders his water elemental - go and pull that fool out of there and don't let him get burned.

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) uses 1 of item 1: Earth Spirit F6 from Elementals (#5463).
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) uses 1 of item 5: Water Spirit F6 from Elementals (#5463).

The guy is trying hard to put out the blaze, but the roof is creaking ominously. And the worst part is that the sound system is still cranking out that horrible music into the air. Then, one bank of lights spark as the circuit shorts, bulbs blowing from the sudden burst of current, which causes even more tendrils of smouldering smoke. Flames approach the sound system, which begins to emit some tortured squeals as the microphones short, and the interior of the room gets hotter under that overhang, the smoke cloud descending.
Your water elemental is materializing slowly in the room. The man whirls around, hearing the sudden hissing of steam as the thing begins to take damage from the flames — and he throws the fire extinguisher at it!

«Plot» SlingGM says, "First, water elemental needs to resist 5L from the fire, then another 4M from the fire extinguisher. Except the extinguisher is a 'normal weapon', so don't bother."

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "Elemental Resist!":
1 1 2 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "Elemental Resist, KP 1.":
1 3 4 5 25 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls 6 + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "Elemental Quickness and combat pool for engulfing!":
1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 9 10 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» SlingGM (#669) rolls 2 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 2 for "Trying not to be engulfed…":
2 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» SlingGM (#669) rolls 2 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 2 - 1 (succs) vs TN 4 for "Trying not to be engulfed… KP 1":
2 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» SlingGM (#669) rolls 2 (brawling) + Combat Pool: 2 - 2 (succs) vs TN 4 for "Trying not to be engulfed… KP 1":
2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» SlingGM (#669) rolls 3 (body) + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "Resisting 6S stun… let's see if he struggles…":
2 2 3 3 5 7 = 1 Success

And just as the elemental grabs the guy, surrounds him with its watery essence — that's when the roof collapses. The squealing from the sound system is followed by a sudden *whump* from the subwoofer as a transient goes through it, and the music is abruptly cut off, followed by pops and hisses from the expensive devices as they begin to burn… before a final *pop* as the amps shut down from the heat.
The elemental is suddenly /surrounded/ by flames as the hot smoke ignites, as the whole roof is on fire at once.

«OOC» SlingGM says, "Elemental needs to resist… 6M fire damage, with its Body."
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls 8 for "Elemental's Body!":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Page (#1269) rolls 3 vs TN 4:
3 5 11 = 2 Successes

Luckily, everybody got out, including the elemental which drags the bedraggled manager to a safe distance, then drops him, dissipating back into the astral realm where it returns to you to await your next command. The ridiculous sign above the place shorts out, and it goes dark — and the beach is illuminated by the flames from the burning building. Bottles crash and explode behind the bar as well, just fueling the flames with (expensive) imported alcohols.

Page eyes the carnage - well, it looks like everybody got out ok. Including the /stupid/ stupid manager. But Slinger would get on his case for it. Yeah, he grumbles. That Slinger, going around and being a good influence on everybody. Going to have to draw the lines somewhere. Still, the building looks pretty well done. With that, he heads back towards that great form spirit.

When you get back, the spirit is gone. But there it is — your hunk of rock. Virgin telesma, in the astral, perfectly suited. Without even the slightest taint upon it except from the island itself. Born in fire, in the birth of a being of fire, it should be perfect. Of course, it's pretty good sized, weighing in at about five kilos.

Damn, Page thinks to himself as he hefts it again. Postage on this thing is gonna be murder.

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