"You are as skilled as my information led me to believe. I must admit, I too have a passion for the arcane arts... even moreso than others of my kind. I am curious, however... what would happen if we turned the magic off?"
(casts Anti-magic Field)
"Fascinating. It appears that you cease to be a mighty wizard and become a fragile pointy-eared monkey. While I?"
(plucks up the fleeing Vaarsuvius and slams the elf on the ground)
"I am still a dragon."
"Thrice cursed spell resistance! It's almost as if the universe is trying to deliberately force some kind of arbitrary equality between those of us who can reshape matter with our thoughts and those who cannot."
— Vaarsuvius, The Order of the Stick
"I am... well, I might as well say it. I am what my people refer to as a 'spellbreaker'. Spells simply vanish at my touch, enchantments fade, objects manipulated by magic return to their natural state. And given how often people rely on magic in my world, it is... problematic, to say the least. I was always told that it was a curse, something Azyrale gave me to punish my father for betraying his country and station. But I believe it may be a blessing."
—Aurem, We Are Our Adventuring Avatars
Amongst the rest a small unsightly root,
But of divine effect, he culled me out.
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another country, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil:
Unknown, and like esteemed, and the dull swain
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon;
And yet more med'cinal is it than that Moly
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave.
He called it Hæmony, and gave it me,
And bade me keep it as of sovran use
'Gainst all enchantments, mildew blast, or damp,
Or ghastly Furies' apparition.
I pursed it up, but little reckoning made,
Till now that this extremity compelled.
But now I find it true; for by this means
I knew the foul enchanter, though disguised,
Entered the very lime-twigs of his spells,
And yet came off. If you have this about you
(As I will give you when we go) you may
Boldly assault the necromancer's hall;
Orrissa: This is a Null Mag device.
Orrfen: Null Mag? Is that some kind of spice?
Orrissa: No. It's an enchantment fumigation bomb!