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Spell: Following
You can make people first-level clerics of you.
To learn this spell, take the hand of someone eligible to be your cleric. Say, goloptywimple. Give them a valuable gift.
Spell: Resistance
You have some ability to ignore magical effects directed at you.
To learn this spell, cast another spell on yourself. As you do so, say, Jempi. Katsafgha.
Spell: Hold Person
You can cast the spell Hold Person at will.
To learn this spell, touch someone. Say, Enefti. Freb.
Nah, she's chill. At least now that she isn't considering cutting people up. Why do I have your family? I haven't even, like, met them.
Ah. Yeah, lotta that on the agenda, probably, if I can figure out how to give myself enough of the spells for it.
Well, not if I can figure out immortality. I don't even know how to start on that one with my magic. I guess maybe Starfarer's Valar can fix me up with it.
Then I guess I can fix it. Hopefully most of the problems take less than thirty-one thousand years. Although I did get a spell that'll hopefully speed the evacuation stuff up.
Maybe I should work on making the demiplane bigger and then pull Starfarer's family and your family both here so they can talk evacuation logistics without time passing in Starfarer's world?
Now if I can figure out how to make the demiplane bigger.
- lemme know if I should stop thinking at you. You're just, like, I dunno, kind of like Connor but older and smart, and it's good to talk to you about stuff, I guess.
Well.
Bigger demiplane. Somehow.
She leaves the holodeck and heads to the edge of the demiplane. She tries sticking her hand into the mist.
It's cold and makes her hand feel kinda rubbery.
She can't feel her arm past a point.
Concerning. She pulls it back out and sees if her fingers still work right and stuff.
They do.
Okay. How else can she tell her spellbook that she wants a bigger demiplane.
She paces the perimeter a few times and thinks about it.
Maybe she can build up. She probably still has space for a really tall apartment building, although she couldn't make the library of Alexandria before, so an apartment building might be too big. And it won't help the Quendi. But maybe it'll make it clear to her spellbook that she wants more space.
She makes a handheld fan and attempts to blow the mist away, still pacing the perimeter.
This removes the mist from a couple of inches.
"I sure would like to have more space around here to put more things," she says, to no one in particular, and keeps pacing and fanning mist away.
She mentally checks on what Connor's doing.
She should really have a longer attention span or something. Maybe it's that she's actually already spent several hours blasting zombies with fire today and, like, at least an hour moving people to Laita. Maybe that's a reasonable amount of work to have done.
She kind of wishes the demiplane had a day-night cycle, so she could have external confirmation that she'd already worked for most of a day. It wouldn't have to be a really dark night. Just enough to symbolically be nighttime. Probably this would be a really petty priority to actually work on intentionally.
She checks on the pegasus.
Napping in a cozy place he made himself.
Good for the pegasus.
She's really bored. And she isn't going to get a spell from this today, she already got a very useful people-moving spell and she isn't even doing magic to make things happen. But she really feels like she should be working on things, and if this is doing anything it's probably good to do more of it today, so she'll have less of it to do tomorrow.
She walks around the perimeter a couple more times. Maybe she's doing this wrong, maybe she should be looking for the ability to cast Create Demiplane as a Pathfinder spell. Then she could make the place bigger. She summons a printed list of staves and then starts summoning staff descriptions to see if any of them have Create Demiplane.
She keeps pacing and occasionally checking on Connor while she reads.
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