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Some day I’m going to play a caster in D&D 3.5 (sorcerer, wizard, etc) whose spells look like cats.
Fireball is a giant cat exploding.
Chain lightning is a kitten stream.
Magic missile is a lap-seeking cat.
I will be empowered by cats! Muwahahaha!
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
Sebastian blinked his small, beady eyes, perched uneasily on an herbalist’s handbook. There was a small, orange circle that his master, Marlowe, had drawn on the opposite side of the room out of chalk. It was so vibrant it practically glowed on the floor.
“I don’t want to,” he said nervously. His new friend, another Sun Conure whom he had named Finn, watched curiously from a candle rack.
Marlowe smiled encouragingly. “Teleporting isn’t hard,” he said, his tone neutral. Reasonable. Sebastian hated how reasonable it sounded, for a moment.
“I’ll try it,” he said, shifting his small clawed feet, “but can we cut open the melon afterward? If I succeed?”
“We will even if you don’t.”
Sebastian looked back at the circle. It didn’t seem too bad, now. At least there would be melon involved in his near future. Unless he went too far and fell to his death—
“Okay,” he replied, focusing himself. “Right.”
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
“Well? What do you think, Sebastian?”
The small bird, a brilliant splash of red, orange and green, glanced up at his oldest friend with twinkling black eyes. In front of them, the cauldron bubbled and spewed black sludge - made of the finest ingredients they’d been able to find in town.
“I think you make a better essay-writer than alchemist,” Sebastian, an awakened sun conure, noted. He added, kindly, “It’s the best muck I’ve ever seen, though.”
The wizard, Marlowe, known broadly as the ‘town eccentric’, let out a bellowing laugh. “Sebastian, you flatter me. But you must remember, tweety bird, flattery will get you nowhere.”
“And everywhere.” The sun conure trilled his own laugh. “I’ve learned from the best, old man.”
They had exchanged good-natured insults like this for the better part of three years, Sebastian providing input on the retired wizard’s doings, and Marlowe teaching him to become a caster in his own right. It was slow going, especially since everyone in the town thought it was a ventriloquist act.
“Well,” Marlowe sighed, “we’ll try again, tomorrow, with the other half of the ingredients. I’m hungry, now. Are you, Seb?”
“Yes, sir,” Sebastian agreed.
“Silly question,” the wizard chortled.
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
