[Jack Simth]

As Jack finishes up his meal, he dwells on Arthur's words.
Jack "Yes, you would need to be skilled to make your variant work - force magic can be dangerous stuff. And yes, it would be the subject's skill that counts; too much and you could blow someone up."

Jack "As for the weather, you appear to be suffering from a subconcious skill, in this case, weather control. It's a common side effect of chaotically introduced life energy, but usually only when sentient life forms were part of the introduced life energy. There could be any number of causes for such a release; mass death on a nearby plane, the destruction of magic items produced from harvested life energy, or even mass death on this plane, although the Last is unlikely."
Jack glances at D and Narp
Jack "Do you think we could have caused this when we destroyed those spheres?"

Jack "On the plus side, subconcious skills are usually remarkably well controlled, even if you can't determine the exact shape. Have you ever studied just how much calculation goes into walking on two legs? Rest assured, it's a lot. Weather is comparatively simple. You shouldn't be causeing any ice ages, if that is what you are worried about."

Jack "As for controlling it, it isn't really a matter of learning to harness the energy - it's already harnessed. The problem will be in bringing the control to where you can deal with it conciously. Think of it like your heartbeat. It will usually respond to what is needed, but it isn't easily controlled. It can be controlled, eventually, by will alone; unfortunately, that takes lots of time. There is a faster way it can be done, however: I can build a familiar for you. Well, technically not a real familiar, more of an illusion slaved to your subconscious. It will give the weather control a voice, and having something to talk to will help considerably in getting things under control; you'd just tell it what you want, and in most cases, it would perform as ordered. It might be a bit quirky, however."

Jack "As for the plants and animals, something similar happened on my home plane a long time ago. They never did find a way to draw the magic out without killing the subjects. However, it was found that the magic could be bound and redirected to harmless effects. They eventually produced a series of golems that ran through the affected area and applied the binding to all magic capable non-sentients in the area. It didn't take very long for the golems to fix everything, just a few centuries."

Thinking for a moment, Jack glances at the golem he produced to fetch the wood and rabbits, which is still waiting patiently for further orders.

Jack (to golem) "I suppose I ought to do something about you, shouldn't I?"
"Dissolvez"
With that, the golem dissolves into powder, its purpose complete.

Jack "Well, those are the highlights of my knoweledge on the subject. What do the rest of you think?"