Elementary anarch with Baleruk (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Oh come ON!

Sure, the jar stops it, only for it to shatter into knife-shards that resume the trip to Moore. The sword's stopped, before the blade and molasses burst into flames, threatening Moore anew.

"AGAIN!" Baleruk demands, as a great big morning star appears far above Moore, starting to fall down at him. At least it should take a little bit to reach him, right?

[Nephrite]

So bigger and stronger, is it? Fine!

An entire library full of books comes raining down directly in front of Moore, enough to surely stop not only the shards but the wind behind it!

The fire... flaming molasses... yes! An entire metal cooking pan comes down to catch the flaming food, with a metal top to come right after that to squelch the flames!

The morning star? ... let it fall just so, so that a armored fist can grasp the hilt and swing it away!

[14:57] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+9+4 Well I thought it was zany before
[14:57] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 17 > [d20=4]

[Anastasia]

The books come, stopping the shards, the metal pan coming - but not fast enough. Moore gets a brief scorch, the flames and morning star stopping. Baleruk looks down at him then, "Not bad for a first effort," he growls, "Always flex your mind. You are an anarch, control Limbo like it's a part of you."

[Nephrite]

Moore lets out a breath as he collapses on the ground. Whew!

"Don't get caught up in a mere snag like reality, is that it?" Moore asks, still panting.

[Anastasia]

"Exactly." Baleruk sits on his haunches, a throne of rainbow colored stone appearing for him to recline on. "Every slaad understands reality is what you make of it. So is Limbo."

[Nephrite]

"I wonder if I could weave some of this into my songs..." Moore muses as he sits up. "I mean, a song -- or any sort of music, follows a set pattern... but deviations in the pattern can always create new types of music. Hm... anarchic music... I wonder what it'd sound like."

[Anastasia]

"The LORD OF COLORS can do that. Anarchic music is POWER!" Baleruk declares, echoing across Limbo.

[Nephrite]

Moore taps his chin once. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in trying it..." He clears his throat. "No magic this time, I promise." He takes a breath and focuses his mind, looking to Inspire Greatness in Baleruk, with a twist of anarch added in!

I have no idea if this is just a standard anarch roll or something else, so please let me know.

[Anastasia]

Try one, sure.

[Nephrite]

[16:51] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+9 no +4 since this isn't really defending someone, I'd think
[16:51] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 10 > [d20=1]

I knew I was due for one eventually.

[Anastasia]

What comes out is your normal inspire heroics, nothing more. Baleruk barks a laugh, a sound that's loud as his bellow, "Anarchic music is not for you," the prismatic dragon declares, "There is more to it than being a mere ANARCH!"

[Nephrite]

"Ah, while under normal circumstances I would agree with you, I think in the history of Creation time and time again it has been proven that one can do anything if they set their mind to it." Moore says with a smile. "I'm not the type to be easily discouraged."

With that said, he merely tries again! This time, a different song, a different melody all together.

He's trying Inspire Courage this time.

[18:02] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+9 Clearly Moore listens to the music of the outer spheres
[18:02] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 26 > [d20=17]

[Anastasia]

Inspire courage comes - the music distorted as notes appear in the air, solid things. But you don't feel any difference.

You're welcome to keep trying as long as you have bardic music, say so if that's your plan.

[Nephrite]

He'd like to keep experimenting. I can just do several rolls if you want, he has the bardic music to spare.

[Anastasia]

Sure, roll as many as you please up to your limit of bardic musics.