Reprise! Act 1!

[Carthrat]

"Oh, the *effects* aren't different, but the theories are polar opposites," replies Carthrat. "Well, that's what I'm told, anyway. Besides, can your alchemists make .45 autoloaders?"

[Rezantis]

"Not as far as I know, they seem more interested in making potions.  Can your alchemists turn lead into gold?"

[Carthrat]

"Yeah," replies Carthrat. "They also managed to crash the global economy when they did that, so the higher-ups stuck a ban on it."

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn chose that moment to seemingly appear from the surroundings, looking down at a map of not this world, and mubling to himself.

"Lets see... I knew I should have made a left at Albuquerque..."

[Rezantis]

"Typical alchemists.  'Wouldn't this be really great if it worked', they think, and then when it works they're caught completely by surprise."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah," replies Carthrat, continuning to cook his meat. If cooking meant holding it over a fire until it was warmer, anyway.

"Hey, you're a mage. How much magic is used in like combat as compared to that which has peaceful use? I was never sure."

[Rezantis]

"It varies, but the vast majority of magic that is universally learnt by mages is, yep, combat.  Anything else tends to be quite specific and so learnt by mages who think they'll have a need for it.  So while there's far more magic that has a peaceful use, the fireballs and magic missiles are something almost every Mage worth the title will know."

She paused.

"By the way, I was more talking about that tendency the alchemists have to burn down or blow up their own guild halls.  And I'm not particularly a mage.  Arrogant pricks."

[Carthrat]

"I define 'mage' as 'magic-slinger', so you fall into the catagory," replies Carthrat, pondering on just how long to cook the dear for.

[Rezantis]

"Well, that's not really accurate, but since we have company I'll drop it for now."

Relm turned to face the man who'd stepped out of the bushes . . . um . . . she wasn't actually quite sure when.

Oops.

"Ah, hi.  I wasn't paying attention, sorry."  Relm looked faintly embarassed at that.

OOC:

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Er.  Heh.  Sorry?  :)

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn looked up from his map.

"Oh!  People!  Umm... can you tell me where I am?"

[Carthrat]

"The Mystic Forest of Doom," replies Carthrat, taking a chunk of mostly raw meat and ripping it apart like an animal.

[Rezantis]

"Yes," added Relm, "they say nobody ever returns from it's depths."

[Ginnezumusha]

"Do you think it has a portal big enough to get me home?"

[Carthrat]

"No, but it has some fine food," replies Carthrat, mouth stuffed full.

[Rezantis]

"Don't think it's got any portals at all, really, it's not particularly mystical" Relm turned to regard the newcomer more closely, "Where's home that you need a portal to get there?"