OOC: As much as I detest completely OOC posts, I think I'll have to make an exception. Dragonsbane, I've left the final attack open to response and I've dropped the fairly big hint that while one person doesn't have much of a chance, a group does.

I left people time to prevent the ring being forged and they failed to take advantage of it. Now I'm leaving it up to Newb and the others to decide if Arhra's attack manages to hit and disrupt the spell and also determine the exact effect of their spell. I'm of the opinion that all four (including Arhra) will end up in the Dungeon Dimensions personally.

And if that's not enough, I'll give away the hint of what another of Arhra's weaknesses is. His finger. Now, stop accusing me of godmodding Dragonsbane and stop godmodding in your own posts.

Newb is struck by the force of the blow and somehow, rather than being destroyed, flies away from the imparct, bouncing back off of the edge of the circle of protection, crashing into Arhra and thus placing all four of them into a large sphere that had been somehow created, wrapping itself around what had been the circle of protection until moments before.
The calvinball floats off of the staff to remain stationary in the exact center of this sphere, and then it begins rolling in space, the sphere mimicing it's moves, moving down the hallway towards the goal.
Newb, frantically running to avoid being pulled up the wall, asks "if this thing does get to the goal, who will get the point? And why did the circle of protection change like that? If anything should have gone wrong we should have been cast into the dungeon dimensions, and yet here we are, moving to a place where we will all be teleported back to some random and undisclosed location in the maze. Also,"
Newb said, looking at the small snake wrapped around Arhra's finger.
"Where did your ring go?"
OOC: if anyone has any clue what i am doing, i must applaud them, for they are better informed than i

OOC: The only reason I didn't take advantage of the time allowed to stop the forging was because you claimed it was for comedic purposes only.

IC: "I think my spell...didn't go right." Dragonsbane admitted, scratching his head, "It should have just destroyed the ring and most of the mace, leaving only the Calvinball. Someone, somehow, temporarily recreated the effects of a Wild Magic area."

Despite the fact that he was levitating upside-down in midair, he still managed a dignified nod, "Newb...I will join your spell as an entity of Evil. Let it be done!"

OOC: also, didn't someone take the bunsen burner that the calvinball was attached to and use it as a flamethrower?
IC: newb tried to cast spells to get him out of the bubble, but none of them worked. He finally gave up when there were about four or five barnyard animals running along with them.
"okay, please, nobody use magic in here."

"There IS a way...but it might not work, the gift is draining on the Weave of magic, and it's better at normal dead-magic areas. The Goddess of Magic on a world I visited bequeathed her Chosen with the ability to restore areas where magic couldn't function...among other things...and this power might be able to straighten out an area where magic has been twisted, if we're lucky." Dragonsbane's attempts were only slightly more successful, conjuring a drill and a confused Umber Hulk* before he stopped trying with normal spells.


OOC:

*Umber Hulk: a large creature that looks something like a cross between a beetle and a gorilla. They have big, deadly mandibles, and can dig swiftly through rock.

Grrbear and Bombsquad2020 charge Arhra with the bunsen burner in hand. "kindness and light shall triumph" Grrbear attacks Arhra with the bunsen burner trying to destroy the ring. (hey it worked in the movie)

"The Calvinball is in the bathroom, Arhra's ring is now a snake, and I'm confused." DB summarized, activating Mystra's gift and sending a cone of silver fire at the sides of the sphere, melting it away and undoing the Wild Magic effect.

In another dimension, in a replica of the original CEO, Jadarendir watched spells failing, insanity everywhere, and people generally being stupid.

"What the fug are you doing?!" He yelled at the screen. "For God's sake, somebody throw a pie!"

SM decided to do something random and go against his principles of evilness. He yanked out a pie from his trousers, sprinkled some rat flavoring onto the pie, walked up to Arhra and stuffed it in Arhra's pants.

If anybody understood wtf is gonna happen, I consider you to be the smartest man alive.

Alasp covered his face with his hands at the recent antics, and then heard knocking coming from below.

He lifted up the tile that the knocking was coming from, and saw a large number of dwarves who had apparently been burrowing.

One of the dwarves spoke up.
"Um, hello, just thought we'd look around, thought we smelled something kind of thing."

Alasp looked at the dwarves. Every single one of them had ketchup in one hand, and a fork and knife in the other. He looked over at the other calvinballers.
"Hey Arhra, it's for you."