Staff of Carcaros: Wizards duel.
Polymorph: standard (rank 1)
Stepping forward, the Irish Druid would snarl and tapping his own staff on the floor, began. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to match in power....But he had a chance of perhaps outsmarting him and he would go first.
"I am a cobra, striking and biting."
And his form would flicker once as a hissing snake lashed out at the figure of Black who countered coolly.
"I am a rock, steadfast and crushing."
"I am a storm, blasting and howling."
"I am the mountain, impassive, unmoving..."
Though both participants were still, the magical energies that fluctuated around their forms were enough for each audience member to stay away as the ground melted around them and electricity crackled. From falcons to dragons, to whales and bears each one would transform until finally Jeremy would speak.
"I am Hope, and what will you be?"
He smiled, tired but elated as he waited for Blacks counter....Only for his eyes to widen in shock as he looked down to see a sword thrust out of his chest as from behind him, a shadow that was one of Blacks familiars cackled as it zoomed back to him.
"I am Oblivion....Yours."
He then looked at the remaining three and gestured.
Staff of Carcaros: Mind Crush
Mind Control: superior (rank 2)
Enraged, Jasper would come into the arena and speak.
"You monster....I liked Jeremy. Sure, the man and I disagreed a lot, but he was a good man....So you like to play with the dead? Then lets go!"
And without any of the usual cantrips he would show when doing business, he would raise his hands as from around him, he called upon every ghost he could think of, before directing them directly at Black as like a ghastly squadron, they swooped down in an attempt to grab him and rip him to shreds...In response, Black would tap his staff once before holding it aloft as the ghosts suddenly froze....And as one, began to turn to attack Jasper, who yelped as he dispelled them all suddenly.
Black would only snicker, enjoying how his little talent for control managed to extend into his staff as he spoke.
"I think they like me rather then you Jasper....Then again, I always did have a thing for the dead...."
Jasper would snarl, reaching into his jacket as he pointed a pistol at the other, to his probable surprise.
"Then join them!"
And with a semi-anti-climatic thud, Black would fall......
Staff of Carcaros: "Dead" is just a word
Necromancer: standard (rank 1)
....And to the collected audiences horror, would rise again as Black frowned, looking at his jacket before he spoke.
"You've ruined my best clothing now....We are not amused." And tapping his staff, from the ground numerous zombies would emerge and begin to close in on Jasper, bereft of using his spirits as Black would simply control them, though he went down fighting. Ripped from limb to limb as some of the more smarter members decided to make a hasty exit.
Black would merely smirk at the way they were regarding him now though. The pistol was somewhat surprising, but not unexpected and while learning Necromancy was an excellent way to cheat death, special, custom-made, double-woven chainmail was just as good. His family had many enemies after all and with his resources, could very well afford to pay the price for security.
He then turned to regard the last two, who learning from the others had decided to screw tradition and take him on, two to one.
"Two-nothing. Now...Entertain me."
Staff of Carcaros: Inanimate-Life
Eldritch Energy: standard (rank 1)
Grinning as the two attempted to take him down, Black cackled with glee as he slammed his staff into the throne and ducked as it leaped over him to charge at James. Meanwhile, as they were distracted, he would stab his staff onto his shadow and watch it come to life, free to take on James before a voice called out from behind him.
He turned, curious....And froze as he saw what the Voodoo lady was holding.
Staff of Carcaros: Anything you can do-
Reflection: superior (rank 2)
It was a doll. With one of his missing buttons as she spoke, a needle next to it as she spoke.
"Your in my world now Black, skilled as you may be...."
And she stabbed it down into the arm of the doll, causing Black to wince as his corresponding arm twitched. She watched with satisfaction and spoke.
"You can still surrender to our justice Black....Otherwise....."
And she would stab the leg, causing Black to lean heavily on his staff as he limped toward one of the fire braziers. Unsure of what he was trying to do, she would call out.
"Black! I can stab the heart now! I can stab it anytime! Now will you surrender?"
Quietly, Black would look up and speak as he grinned slowly.
"No madame....I don't think I will."
He glanced to the side to look at James and between his shadow and zombies who shambled over to attack, the would-be-leader would be dead. Looking back at J'ovirl, he would speak.
"Now then....Watch closely now." And keeping eye contact, he stuck his hand into the fire....Prompting the doll to burst into flames as he laughed at her shocked reaction, withdrawing his hand unscathed as he walked forward and stepped onto the burning doll, grinding it underfoot as he spoke.
And without any ceremony, he slew Madame J'ovirl as well. The last man standing amongst some of the better names of magic in the room, the silence so acute it may very well have been tangible as he spoke, turning to the rest.
"Now then....I understand there was some question of leadership?"
Immediately, every knee bowed.