The topic for discussing random magycks. (Don't mess with Blue)

[Rusvul]

*Tower shield spell* No. Not fire. Ice. Life. Protect. Heal.

[The Skarzs]

But. . . Fire?

[BlueRose]

*the tendrils burn with a blacky-purple fire* Don't mess with an aspiring Necro, kid.

*resumes running and poking*

[The Skarzs]

O^o F. . . f. . . FIRE!!!

[Rusvul]

*Tendrils reappear, this time shielded by a misty blue light* Just try it, eh? *Floor under Blue writhes and wriggles to life, vile purple blossoms vomiting putrid stench, as the thorny tendrils pull her ever deeper...* Just try burning your way out of that with your unholy nonsense.

[The Skarzs]

FFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE.
*Burns everything*
It's nice and warm.

[Rusvul]

...You're worse than Willow... Tell me, do you burn random things when you're scared?

[The Skarzs]

*Cocks head to the side*
Why do you ask?
*Burns stuff*

[Rusvul]

Because you're acting like Willow. Y'know, the little girl pyromaniac from Don't Starve.

[BlueRose]

*escapes the tendrils*

Don't put shadows around a shadowpriest with a thief class.

[The Skarzs]

You dare call me a girly character?!
I WILL KILL YOU!!!
*BBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNN*

[Rusvul]

Light? You want light, eh? Blinding light! *Blazing inferno of white life-fire creates a radiant light, illuminating the darkest corners of the room*

...Don't mess with a Theurgist. Do I need to turn you into a tree?

[BlueRose]

*giggles* Hell's Inferno!

*the nearest fire becomes blacky-purple and smells faintly of screams*

[Rusvul]

Look, I don't represent light. I'm not a priest- My magic is not holy, nor is it arcane. It is druidic, natural. To all things come death, and from death comes life. I do not oppose your shadowmagic. However, you menace me with it. I cannot allow that. *Screamy-smelling fire is extinguished*

[The Skarzs]

Fire.