Durek grins and nods his thanks to the priest, taking a position a couple of dozen feet behind Alietra. "I'll follow your lead, lass," he says.

"Once more into the breach."

Leo gets his things, and will take the wand for now, until he is asked for it.

In reply to Leohart (msg # 77):


Catweazel drops the cauldron he was scrubbing and stands up.

"Oh for Valor's sake! Don't go wasting a spell just before you jump back into the dungeon! Let me take a look at that wand!"

Handing the wand to CatW, "Here, take a look."

In reply to Leohart (msg # 79):

The old wizard carefully takes the wand and runs his fingers over the lettering. He balances it on his pale fingers like he was judging a choice carrot at the merchant's stall.

"Hmmm...exotic wood...streamlined...right-handed palm curve...weighted electrum core..."

He taps the tip against the rim of the cauldron.

"The activation rune seems to be Draconic...Blue Dragon dialect, I believe...fitting for a desert species of wood..."

He adjusts his spectacles as he leans over the wand to get the right angle of morning's light.

""Madu? No..Mabin? No...Ah... MUA'DIB!"

A green burst of energy explodes from the wand and into the cauldron, bouncing madly as the wizard falls backwards.

"Oh!"

The blast finally escapes the metal cauldron and smacks into the heights of a nearby tree, causing a large branch to crash to the ground outside the encampment.

He sits up woozily.

"I have good news..."

Eagerly Dwarghar attends to the wizard hoping to learn how this works.

Alietra jumps in fright at the sudden kerfuffle. "Damn! That should be useful..." she mutters as she gets a grip on what happened.

OOC Mau'dib? Too perfect.

In reply to Alietra (msg # 82):

Dune?

Manaku instinctively ducks slightly upon the release of the green energy. He raises a brow as he glances over his shoulder to see if everyone is ok, followed by a subtle shake of head. "Nothing to see here, carry on..." He whispers under his breath, recalling the first lesson his own teacher of magic, uncle Urendil, gave him. It was a firm instruction of not to tamper with unknown magics!

"And the verdict, kind sir?"

Durek frowns as the old wizard dusts himself off. "Old fool..." he mutters, keeping half an eye on Alietra ahead of him.
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He brushes himself off.

"The good news is you now have the cleanest cauldron in the mountains! The bad news is we have to re-season it. I'll need more bacon..."

He gestures with the wand as he ambles over to Leohart.

"...and I'm quite sure this is a wand of magic missiles just be careful when you hold it, especially when you say...!"
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"yes, I was listening. Thank you very much.  Seemed a little more powerful than the normal magic missile."

Assuming things were settled with the new pot-cleaning system they had worked out, Alietra shifts her attention forward again, being very aware for any barricade or guard at the entrance, and anything that might be a trap or a tripwire on the way.

Manaku watches the thief ahead of them, keeping an eye for any sudden changes in Alietra's body language that could indicate she's spotted danger.

Einhard adjusted his sword on his belt and donned his shield. "My blade is freshly sharpened and ready to cleanse the caves of these foul creatures." The knight followed the not-a-thief but kept a distance as to not create too much noise in his freshly polished armor.

So, Dwarghar, how about I let you have my wand of magic missiles, after teaching you to use it, and I take the new one, as it is my primary weapon at this time?  I have been reticent to use it up, but with a new one, that thought would go away.

Ah excellent - Mua'dib! I was watching - lessee here we can go in last I'll take a lesson when yer ready

I realize it is unlikely to work

Leo shows Dwarghar how to use a wand and hands him his older one and tells him to shoot at a tree.

Dwarghar does as he's told carefully trying.

Mua'dib


Blam!

He adds his sound effect.

I'll keep trying...

He says and follows the others.

Pock watches Dwarghar with glee, enjoying the antics between his own handing over the wand to Dwarghar to Dwarghar receiving it back from Leohart.

Unaware, and uncaring if the tail end of the band was following, Alietra continued onward.

Harald watches in silence, then immediately grabs his lute and starts to strum...

How would you, my friend, respond?
To watch a dwarf waving his wand!
Of his little stick he is quite fond!

No one dares to call him fool!
For there's no dwarves in wizard school!

Watch the dwarf waving his wand!
Go throw that thing back in the pond!

He waves is at the ladies, he waves it at the men!
He shoots it in the cooking pot! Now season it again!

There's the dwarf waving his wand!
Good thing there's no kids around!

BAM!

We're all safe now, as I feared!
He shot his glitter all in his beard!

Dwarghar looks at the singing fellow.

You may have me there but why not I say? A Dwarf in wizard school when it works you’ll write a new song I’ll wager. An next time you sing of Dwarghar  say my name so there’s no doubt!


That was brilliant!

[I'll start a new chapter, where you get your marching order together and go back in.]