Carrick let himself feel a moment of satisfaction at the progress they'd made at stemming the tide of flames in this direction with their paltry bucket brigade. He set his bucket down and stretched his back, kneading the knots out of lower portion with his fists. One hand brushed the pouch he carried, and an idea popped into his mind. He pulled out the small, spiky disk that he had received from the Seer. He turned it over in his hands, trying to remember how he was to activate it. He vaguely remembered that all he had to do was stab the spikes into an object to
shift their dimension. Whatever that meant. He eyed the expanding flames and figured it was worth trying.
He ran around the path of the inferno and dodged between the buildings until he got close to the large warehouse in its path. His protective sphere did little to stem the oppressive heat that threatened to roast him alive. He edged up to the wall and, firmly grasping the cypher in his hand, rammed the four spikes into the building as hard as he could. Immediately, the silver cypher began glowing a deep red, and the entire building began to fade. It didn't completely disappear, but Carrick stumbled through the wall, landing on the ground about a foot beneath the floorboards. He stood up and looked around, incredulous at the power being wrought around him. He could still feel the heat from the fire, but the paint on the fireside of the building was no longer bubbling or cracking.
Shifting dimensions must have something to do with making things no longer tangible. Huh - good to know!
He grinned at his success and ran through the rest of the building, ignoring the doors and walls, to emerge on the side closest to the area where the fire was still spreading. The smoke was thick here, and while he could make out vague body-shapes, he wasn't sure who was here with him.
OOC:
@foolsmask - I hope the creative liberties I took in describing its use/effects are acceptable. ;)
@everyone else - Any thoughts on how to battle this last arm of the fire?