Skaian Battlefield

You look in horror as the rook tackles the other bishop. You try and come up with reasons to have him you say he can make fireworks, or help make the squeaking last much longer. Or cast bubbles for you to pop, or... Or! You suddenly realize that you have no idea what this Bishop's specialty in magic is. You ask him what magic he does best.

you shout quickly that rb will not make you squeak if the rook kills cc because rb will be very very upset and bishop spells work on happiness as well as living pawns

you hope no one says you are wrong

that would be really stupid of them

You say that this sounds like total bullshit, what kind of mental person would send people whos magic is powered by happiness to war? What kind of psychopath is happy during a war?
You punch the bishop in the fact once but then wait because you ARE kind of curious what kind of magic this one can do.

You say that bishops don't normally go to war, they usually stay at the castles. You also state that your name is Royal Priest, no matter what inaccuracies somebody may have said about your name.

You say you still think it's bullshit that the Bishop magic is powered by happiness.
You then try to remember your name but you still fail to do so. Though you are SURE you used to have one before you got promoted...

you say that the rook should make up a new name

like jim

you say that the rook looks like a jim

((putting this here too))

You say that you don't want a new name, you want to remember your old name. You also tell the weird pawn to shut up, he's confusing you and he's only fun when he squeaks.

You make sure you're ready to fire in an instant if the rook attacks again, but you're careful not to look too threatening.
You look at the Priest for instructions.

You look down at your slowly warming hands, getting ready for a fireball just incase, you only have three today, but this situation looks like it might be needing one.

The Bishop, extremely annoyed that everyone keeps interrupting him, accidentally on purpose loses his cool. 'ENOUGH!!!' He shouts, summoning vast amounts of elemental magic. A nearby tree is stuck by lightning and is instantaneously incinerated. Everyone shuts up, and the Bishop goes to answering all the goddamn questions he's been given without any chance to answer. 'TO QUESTION 1.' He shouts, before pausing to wait for his anger to subside. 'To question 1.' 'Yes, I can make people squeaky, but only their voice, not their movements.' 'Question 2, My specialization is in Elemental and Structure magic. That's why I was in the plane, I was fixing the ships till we all got blown up.' 'And now question 3, Bishop magic can be powered by happiness, but the rook is right, taking a happiness bishop onto the field of war would be stupid.' 'Also, excuse me for losing my temper, its just that this was getting out of hand.'

You say that you haven't had a elemental bishop. Must be really specialized. Most you've seen are the two basic types, white magic (healing, duh) and black magic (destruction, duh). Not to be confused with prospit and dersite magic which isn't too different, just comes from different places. Though sometimes he sees bishops who claim to be the jack of all trades, being well versed in both. You scoff at them when they aren't able to cast something to cure major wounds. Though perhaps bishops have changed since his batch...

You are very much afraid of CC now and make a mental note to watch your back around both of the bishops from now on. You also ask the RP if he can heal you? Just a bit? You're still feeling a bit sore after the recent incident.

You move your finger around in the air and then point at the dersite, a white beam flies from your hand and hits him in the chest, healing him.

You thank RP for his help. You feel a lot better now.

You say no problem, you do that for a living anyways.

You realize that getting hit by a lightning would hurt quite a bit. You aren't sure what to do, should you try to kill the bishop right now, hopefully surprising him or should you hope to find some more dersites to help you take him down...
You have to give him props though, at least he's being honest.
You decided to wait untill you hopefully find more dersites, while you might be powerful enough to take down a single bishop, you don't doubt that the other bishop will heal this new bishop, which would make thing significantly more difficult for you.

The Bishop decides that it is time that stuff starts happening. 'I propose creating a campsite from the wreckage of the aircrafts to give us somewhere to talk, sleep and converse about what to do next.' He says carelessly. 'I can use my architectural magic to create ships for us from the rubble, but it may take some time.'

You are confused. Rest, what was that again... You think you remember that from before your "promotion"...

You decide to act as if you knew what they were talking about, surely you'll figure it out eventually.

Architectural magic? Now your sure that this Bishop is just makin up stuff. You tell him that there is no such thing as that, it is a ridiculous power that can't exist.

you boggle at the magic-off that is surely about to happen at some point

The Bishop smiles at RB. ' Well you said it yourself didn't you, friend?' He says, with just a pinch of smugness in his voice. 'Times have changed since your batch!' 'Follow me, I'll example with the remains of my plane.' The Bishop, who shall from now on be referred to as CC, walks over to his crash site. 'Observe.' He says, raising his staff in front of the wreckage. For a second it seems as if nothing has happened, until the metal starts to glow. The glow increases until it is obvious that is growing immensely hot, the warmth growing to a unbearable temperature. Whilst everyone else backs off, CC stays inside the orb of heat. The metal of the plane, now a liquid gold, is thrown around and shaped as CC moves his staff. Though it is impossible to tell from the blinding light bursting from the metal, CC is smiling as if he is making good progress. Suddenly, without any warning, CC tosses the glowing mass into the water. As a humongous amount of steam arises, CC gestures to the remains of the plane, the petrol tank suddenly ripping out of the remains. It flies of into the steam cloud, apparently towards the recently created structure. Again, with no warning, the seats from where the cockpit used to be suddenly tear apart and reform, also heading towards the approximate area of the structure. CC moves his staff around a bit more, before stopping, lowering his staff, and smiling with satisfaction. 'Behold!' He shouts. 'Our ride!'
Seemingly on cue, a stylish golden van roles out of the river.

you point out that it would be a better idea to make the van a colour not indicative of one side in this war

maybe make it both colours or a different colour so as not to engender the wrath of any one side in this war

You look at him unamused, you say that you have a multitude of spells that could out match his little charade he did there. That van may look pretty but it won't last under a rook's punch, or pretty much any spell.

you ask if you are going to have to separate the two rooks

because you will

you will keep them separated like the leaves on a clover plant if you have to

You say that your aren't a rook. You also say some babble and cast a polymorph spell onto the Van it changes colors to grey and grows a bit. You turn to the Pariah asking if that's an ok color.