“Uh….a little of the theory, sir” Kathlin responded as she walked behind Sharon up the stairs. “Nothing much”
Walking at quite a brisk pace, it did not take long for the pair to reach Sharon’s office, or ‘sanctum’. A sorry state it was in by that point, with the desk overturned and chairs broken after the fight with the chevaliers (and Malizia) earlier. Kathlin obligingly levitated the desk and tilted it rightside up, and Sharon picked up the only chair in the room that had miraculously not been broken in order to seat himself on it.
“Were you thinking of teleporting the giant Draenei, Mister Dal’dieb?” Kathlin enquired as she perched perilously on the edge of a three-legged chair. “I expect she is in the order of ten to twenty times her standard height, the size of a portal needed to transport that mass…would require an overcharge of the spell by….quadruple the mana drain. Maybe more. Is that why you wanted the mana crystals?”
….
“She is also probably covered in Night Elves. Preventing them from being transported also could be a problem for you. Although…I suppose you might not mind that” Kathlin added, cocking a head as she listened to the faint shrieks and roars audible from the street, before looking back at Sharon. “….unless you had a different plan, of course?”
*
“Antidotes…antidotes….I swear to the Light, I left them in that box!”
Down in the cellars inside Sharon’s – now Liaena’s – private laboratory, Liaena looked up with hair amok and wild eyed from a large crate that she was searching through, before diving to start rooting through another, identical crate. “Why, WHY does everyone always move my things!?”
Maybe Malizia and the Night Elves could exterminate each other? That would definitely be a net positive, a small part of Liaena’s brain that appeared to have taken a backseat mused to itself. After all, if Malizia ending up crushing the entire city, Sherpa might die too. It could probably be rebuilt eventually.
“Rrgh! Stupid, brainless, elves that break my things!”
Glancing up from her fruitless search, Liaena’s eyes locked upon a vial of liquid that was sitting innocuously on the countertop. It was, evidently to her eyes, her polymorph.
….
So in theory, a giant small animal would still be considerably smaller than a giant giant draenei.
And it wasn’t as though she had anything else.
“Okay, fine! I’ll take it!” Liaena snapped at nobody in particular as she grabbed the vial and charged off again, out of the door and into the kitchens. “Miz Collins! MIZ COLLINS! WHERE’S THE GAME LARDER?”
Walking at quite a brisk pace, it did not take long for the pair to reach Sharon’s office, or ‘sanctum’. A sorry state it was in by that point, with the desk overturned and chairs broken after the fight with the chevaliers (and Malizia) earlier. Kathlin obligingly levitated the desk and tilted it rightside up, and Sharon picked up the only chair in the room that had miraculously not been broken in order to seat himself on it.
“Were you thinking of teleporting the giant Draenei, Mister Dal’dieb?” Kathlin enquired as she perched perilously on the edge of a three-legged chair. “I expect she is in the order of ten to twenty times her standard height, the size of a portal needed to transport that mass…would require an overcharge of the spell by….quadruple the mana drain. Maybe more. Is that why you wanted the mana crystals?”
….
“She is also probably covered in Night Elves. Preventing them from being transported also could be a problem for you. Although…I suppose you might not mind that” Kathlin added, cocking a head as she listened to the faint shrieks and roars audible from the street, before looking back at Sharon. “….unless you had a different plan, of course?”
*
“Antidotes…antidotes….I swear to the Light, I left them in that box!”
Down in the cellars inside Sharon’s – now Liaena’s – private laboratory, Liaena looked up with hair amok and wild eyed from a large crate that she was searching through, before diving to start rooting through another, identical crate. “Why, WHY does everyone always move my things!?”
Maybe Malizia and the Night Elves could exterminate each other? That would definitely be a net positive, a small part of Liaena’s brain that appeared to have taken a backseat mused to itself. After all, if Malizia ending up crushing the entire city, Sherpa might die too. It could probably be rebuilt eventually.
“Rrgh! Stupid, brainless, elves that break my things!”
Glancing up from her fruitless search, Liaena’s eyes locked upon a vial of liquid that was sitting innocuously on the countertop. It was, evidently to her eyes, her polymorph.
….
So in theory, a giant small animal would still be considerably smaller than a giant giant draenei.
And it wasn’t as though she had anything else.
“Okay, fine! I’ll take it!” Liaena snapped at nobody in particular as she grabbed the vial and charged off again, out of the door and into the kitchens. “Miz Collins! MIZ COLLINS! WHERE’S THE GAME LARDER?”