Dobari Winkle
Entertainin' as hell. Ya had me laughin' out loud man. Hopefully, tonight's events don't end these stories.
"You people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, when Private Pyle fucks up... I will not punish him. I will punish all of you! And the way I see it, ladies... you owe me for one jelly donut! Now, get on your faces!"
Well, I was masterless again. I tried Stewarts test beneath his tower with the aid of a huge half orc named Vrock and my old friend Burgell. You remember Burgell from the Guswin trail dont you?
Good.
Anyhow, we didnt make it very far. The way to the test was barred by a huge metal door, that was resistant both to the axe of Vrock, and the scroll of knock i had brought just for the occasion!
I was very unhappy. Not only had I had to pay more than two hundred coins for the scroll, i had to pay Burgell and Vrock for their time! My purse was getting very lean indeed.
Oh well.
Anyhows, so we failed that time. Next time i thought I would go by myself. Cheaper that way. And I did go again, but that is a story for another time.
And that was the story of the first attempt of Stewarts test.
Good.
Anyhow, we didnt make it very far. The way to the test was barred by a huge metal door, that was resistant both to the axe of Vrock, and the scroll of knock i had brought just for the occasion!
I was very unhappy. Not only had I had to pay more than two hundred coins for the scroll, i had to pay Burgell and Vrock for their time! My purse was getting very lean indeed.
Oh well.
Anyhows, so we failed that time. Next time i thought I would go by myself. Cheaper that way. And I did go again, but that is a story for another time.
And that was the story of the first attempt of Stewarts test.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Well, i wasnt having any luck either passing stewarts test or finding a new master so i thought I would visit Waterdeep again, maybe the mages order there could take me on as an apprentice i thought.
They didnt. Oh they would let me join and put out fires, but i dont think they liked short folk. Well I didnt need them, I would find my own master!
Again.
So I left the city by the south gate hoping to find a caravan full of mages. I didnt oddly enough, but after a very long walk and an encounter with five wolves, I found myself in the town of Daggerford.
The moment I walked into their inn I was accosted by a recruitment officer to join the militia! Their offer? Low pay and plenty of danger. I decided to go straight to the highest ranking person I could find and see if they could give me a better offer. They tried to entice me with the promise of training from the local wizard. But I had to join the militia first before they would give me a letter of introduction.
Ha. I just went up and knocked on his door, throwing away my application papers on the way. Militia? Thats not the life for me!
I was stopped by his apprentice. Evidently he is a very busy man and she sets his appointments. Apparently he only takes on those pure of heart. What a load of rubbish. She used her magic and told me that I make my decisions based on the circumstances, not my morals.
Well thats not very polite, even if it is accurate. I was very upset, and still in need of a master. So I grabbed her robes and grovelled for her to teach me!
She just laughed. It was a very frustrating day I must tell you. Then she showed me a crystal ball and told me to look inside. Their would be the picture of my new master she said. So I looked inside. It showed a man sitting in the same inn where i had just been! I ran from the room to find him. Destiny it was I thought. Ancient prophecy, signs from the very gods themselves!
So I found him. John his name was. He seemed to accept my view that it was indeed prophecy, and that he has little choice but to teach me. The only problem was that he lived in Beregost and would have to return soon. Thats a long way away from Stewarts tower let me tell you.
Anyhows, i told him I would seek him out in a few days when he was ready to leave. I meant to. I really did. But I sort of...forgot.
I actually got a little distracted when I got back to Waterdeep. I meant to get on the boat to Baldurs gate, but there was a man talking about the wonders of the university in Silverymoon. A magical university!
How wonderful!
So I thought I would still go to Beregost. After Silverymoon. And I meant to. I really did.
The university was fantastic. Oh the things I learnt. Many new spells I added to my spell book. Allthough a few of the classes frustrated me.
Once I had learnt as much as I could I left. Or rather once I had run out of coin to pay for it, I left. I found myself stepping onto the boat to Yartar. Poor John. I hoped he wasnt still waiting for me. Do you think that was irresponsible? He never really said when I should go there after all.
That makes it right...right?
And that was the story of how I sought for, found, then left my third master.
They didnt. Oh they would let me join and put out fires, but i dont think they liked short folk. Well I didnt need them, I would find my own master!
Again.
So I left the city by the south gate hoping to find a caravan full of mages. I didnt oddly enough, but after a very long walk and an encounter with five wolves, I found myself in the town of Daggerford.
The moment I walked into their inn I was accosted by a recruitment officer to join the militia! Their offer? Low pay and plenty of danger. I decided to go straight to the highest ranking person I could find and see if they could give me a better offer. They tried to entice me with the promise of training from the local wizard. But I had to join the militia first before they would give me a letter of introduction.
Ha. I just went up and knocked on his door, throwing away my application papers on the way. Militia? Thats not the life for me!
I was stopped by his apprentice. Evidently he is a very busy man and she sets his appointments. Apparently he only takes on those pure of heart. What a load of rubbish. She used her magic and told me that I make my decisions based on the circumstances, not my morals.
Well thats not very polite, even if it is accurate. I was very upset, and still in need of a master. So I grabbed her robes and grovelled for her to teach me!
She just laughed. It was a very frustrating day I must tell you. Then she showed me a crystal ball and told me to look inside. Their would be the picture of my new master she said. So I looked inside. It showed a man sitting in the same inn where i had just been! I ran from the room to find him. Destiny it was I thought. Ancient prophecy, signs from the very gods themselves!
So I found him. John his name was. He seemed to accept my view that it was indeed prophecy, and that he has little choice but to teach me. The only problem was that he lived in Beregost and would have to return soon. Thats a long way away from Stewarts tower let me tell you.
Anyhows, i told him I would seek him out in a few days when he was ready to leave. I meant to. I really did. But I sort of...forgot.
I actually got a little distracted when I got back to Waterdeep. I meant to get on the boat to Baldurs gate, but there was a man talking about the wonders of the university in Silverymoon. A magical university!
How wonderful!
So I thought I would still go to Beregost. After Silverymoon. And I meant to. I really did.
The university was fantastic. Oh the things I learnt. Many new spells I added to my spell book. Allthough a few of the classes frustrated me.
Once I had learnt as much as I could I left. Or rather once I had run out of coin to pay for it, I left. I found myself stepping onto the boat to Yartar. Poor John. I hoped he wasnt still waiting for me. Do you think that was irresponsible? He never really said when I should go there after all.
That makes it right...right?
And that was the story of how I sought for, found, then left my third master.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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Most delightfull! Is it not ever the way that life and distractions do seem to intervene in our best laid plans, and noblest intentions?
It has been my experience that, given the opportunity, people will in the end do what they truly desired to do in the beginning. Save time, let them, then they have only themselves to blame or you to thank.


Back in Yartar I was. Masterless. Or a fair distance from him anyway which equates to the same thing in my view. I turned my gaze east and south.
And saw a wall.
Allthough far beyond that I imagined I saw Stewartds tower.
Oh Stewart, the first real mage I ever met.
What a wonderful man.
Oh, dont worry, i just look up to him. Allthough I did say I would do anything if he would teach me...
What?
Oh right. So I set of for Triboar again, it seemed I was doing a lot of travelling these days. Luckily my boots were made for walking.
I arrived at his tower escorted by Burgell who I had met in Yartar again. A finer travelling companion i couldnt have asked for. Well, a master would have been better I suppose. Or a sage. Or someone taller. Anyhows there i was at Stewarts tower again. Ready to go in by myself. And do it properly, by myself. Now that is a real test.
I made myself known to Stewart. Tall folk have a tendancy to look over us and wonder where we are.
I was ready I said. He said good. I agreed. We both looked at each other for a while then. Well, no time like the present is there? So I unlocked the door leading down into his test.
And that is the story of how I began Stewarts test. Which nearly killed me. On more than one occasion. Dont worry, i will continue right after I get a drink for my parched throat. Oh, and maybe one for Bloodshot. You would be suprised how much he can drink. Eapecially when his mouth is turned upwards.
And saw a wall.
Allthough far beyond that I imagined I saw Stewartds tower.
Oh Stewart, the first real mage I ever met.
What a wonderful man.
Oh, dont worry, i just look up to him. Allthough I did say I would do anything if he would teach me...
What?
Oh right. So I set of for Triboar again, it seemed I was doing a lot of travelling these days. Luckily my boots were made for walking.
I arrived at his tower escorted by Burgell who I had met in Yartar again. A finer travelling companion i couldnt have asked for. Well, a master would have been better I suppose. Or a sage. Or someone taller. Anyhows there i was at Stewarts tower again. Ready to go in by myself. And do it properly, by myself. Now that is a real test.
I made myself known to Stewart. Tall folk have a tendancy to look over us and wonder where we are.
I was ready I said. He said good. I agreed. We both looked at each other for a while then. Well, no time like the present is there? So I unlocked the door leading down into his test.
And that is the story of how I began Stewarts test. Which nearly killed me. On more than one occasion. Dont worry, i will continue right after I get a drink for my parched throat. Oh, and maybe one for Bloodshot. You would be suprised how much he can drink. Eapecially when his mouth is turned upwards.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
The stairs descended into a dark room.
There were piles of blood and skulls on the floor. Ah, good old Stewart, must be an illusion i thought. He wouldnt really let anyone die down here would he?
Well, apparently he would since the dried blood and skulls seemed very real upon investigation.
Ah good old Stewart.
I entered the one door in the room, and snuck along the wall, my ears turned forwards towards the large room that loomed ahead. The hairs on the back of neck stood up like little trees. Then an arm appeared out of the darkness and raked a gash in my shoulder.
Imp! And it was invisible!
I ran around in circles, panicked. He chased me cackling, his red wings flapping sounding like sails on a ship of doom!
Dont hurt me I wailed, I can pay, whatever you want, just dont kill me!
He kept chasing me.
Still cackling.
I tried one more time. I have magic, on scrolls, i can give it to you I yelled.
It stopped chasing me.
Magic? Why dont I just kill you and take it myself? it asked
Because then I would have to fight back, and one of us might die, I would rather we had a nice peaceful exchange, now how about this nice scroll of Ray of Enfeeblement? think how fun it would be if and when some human fighter comes down here thinking he is so tough in his heavy armor. Use this on him and Bang! he will collapse under the weight of his armor, mewling like a little baby I replied.
The imp just shook its head. I want your right hand it said.
My right hand I thought. But I need that hand! For magic. And tying my bootlaces.
But I need me hand I said, looking down at my hand. Its very useful you know.
Well, give me your let ear then the imp said, you have two, so its allright.
I thought for a moment. I rather liked my ears as well.
This was quite a sticky situation as you can imagine. My ears wiggled while I thought.
So I made a deal with the imp after much negotiation. In return for its help completing the test, I would give it my right hand. Shocking isnt it?
So the imp helped me, oh the dangers we survived through strategy, good luck, and the imps knowledge. Ferocious undead behind fortifications, bizzare magical experiments gone wrong, and traps beyond belief.
We came to the last room. My spells were almost exhausted, all that remained to me was color spray, and one silent image spell.
The imp pressed its ear to the door. My kin is behind this door it said. Well go and talk to them i ordered. So he did, closing the door behind him, within moments i heard impish shouts and thumps. There was a thud on the door which i quickly opened. Three imps poured out, two of them scratching and clawing at what I presumed was my guide. Help it yelled.
So I did, with a color spray spell. An imp dropped to the ground stunned. My imp.
Oh gods it was just not my day.
The other two imps chased me, there hands grasping and rending my flesh. Round I ran desperate, unable to stop and cast, to weak to fight. I was doomed i would think. Near death I was when a portal opened up ahead of me, which i dived through, slamming it shut behind me.
A safe haven. Or so it would seem. An imp stepped out of the darkness behind me. My imp?
It looked at my right hand.
Yes that was my imp allright.
So you will pay me now then? it asked
I stalled it. Well this isnt the end of the test is it I said. I really should check with Stewart first. So we have to get back. The imp gnawed its own fist in frustration. Very well it said.
It made me invisible as we dashed back past the imps. Luckily they did not see or hear me. If they did it would have been my certain death, such were the severity of my wounds.
Back we ran past countless corpses of the inhabitents of the tests. I dodged past one zombie we had missed on our way there.
We made it back to the room under Stewart, the stairs led up to him. And my apprenticeship, but not before the deal with the imp was concluded.
My right hand. My beautiful right hand.
Ha, I obviously still have it.
So I finalised the terms of the agreement with the imp, i would return down the stairs and cut of my hand, when he saw this our deal was finished.
So I walked halfway up the stairs out of his view, and quietly cast my last remaining spell.
Silient image.
Of myself offcourse. Right down to the blood soaked robes and bedraggled look.
I made it walk down the stairs and cut off its hand in full view of the imp. I scurried back up the stairs whilse this happened. Behind me the imp howled in frustration, our deal complete, an illusionary hand its only reward.
Well done, Stewart said. Somehow he had been watching the whole thing. He offered me a reward. He held out three rings for me, all sparkling with magic. Take a ring he said, as my hand inched forward. Or a bag of gold he added. My hand stopped. The Silverymoon university was expensive after all. Or an apprenticeship he added again.
Blast.
Stewart just smiled.
Ill take the apprenticeship master were my words. Rather epic werent they?
And that was the story of how I finally completed the test below Stewarts tower and became the apprentice of the most competant wizard in Triboar. At least that I knew of at the time.
There were piles of blood and skulls on the floor. Ah, good old Stewart, must be an illusion i thought. He wouldnt really let anyone die down here would he?
Well, apparently he would since the dried blood and skulls seemed very real upon investigation.
Ah good old Stewart.
I entered the one door in the room, and snuck along the wall, my ears turned forwards towards the large room that loomed ahead. The hairs on the back of neck stood up like little trees. Then an arm appeared out of the darkness and raked a gash in my shoulder.
Imp! And it was invisible!
I ran around in circles, panicked. He chased me cackling, his red wings flapping sounding like sails on a ship of doom!
Dont hurt me I wailed, I can pay, whatever you want, just dont kill me!
He kept chasing me.
Still cackling.
I tried one more time. I have magic, on scrolls, i can give it to you I yelled.
It stopped chasing me.
Magic? Why dont I just kill you and take it myself? it asked
Because then I would have to fight back, and one of us might die, I would rather we had a nice peaceful exchange, now how about this nice scroll of Ray of Enfeeblement? think how fun it would be if and when some human fighter comes down here thinking he is so tough in his heavy armor. Use this on him and Bang! he will collapse under the weight of his armor, mewling like a little baby I replied.
The imp just shook its head. I want your right hand it said.
My right hand I thought. But I need that hand! For magic. And tying my bootlaces.
But I need me hand I said, looking down at my hand. Its very useful you know.
Well, give me your let ear then the imp said, you have two, so its allright.
I thought for a moment. I rather liked my ears as well.
This was quite a sticky situation as you can imagine. My ears wiggled while I thought.
So I made a deal with the imp after much negotiation. In return for its help completing the test, I would give it my right hand. Shocking isnt it?
So the imp helped me, oh the dangers we survived through strategy, good luck, and the imps knowledge. Ferocious undead behind fortifications, bizzare magical experiments gone wrong, and traps beyond belief.
We came to the last room. My spells were almost exhausted, all that remained to me was color spray, and one silent image spell.
The imp pressed its ear to the door. My kin is behind this door it said. Well go and talk to them i ordered. So he did, closing the door behind him, within moments i heard impish shouts and thumps. There was a thud on the door which i quickly opened. Three imps poured out, two of them scratching and clawing at what I presumed was my guide. Help it yelled.
So I did, with a color spray spell. An imp dropped to the ground stunned. My imp.
Oh gods it was just not my day.
The other two imps chased me, there hands grasping and rending my flesh. Round I ran desperate, unable to stop and cast, to weak to fight. I was doomed i would think. Near death I was when a portal opened up ahead of me, which i dived through, slamming it shut behind me.
A safe haven. Or so it would seem. An imp stepped out of the darkness behind me. My imp?
It looked at my right hand.
Yes that was my imp allright.
So you will pay me now then? it asked
I stalled it. Well this isnt the end of the test is it I said. I really should check with Stewart first. So we have to get back. The imp gnawed its own fist in frustration. Very well it said.
It made me invisible as we dashed back past the imps. Luckily they did not see or hear me. If they did it would have been my certain death, such were the severity of my wounds.
Back we ran past countless corpses of the inhabitents of the tests. I dodged past one zombie we had missed on our way there.
We made it back to the room under Stewart, the stairs led up to him. And my apprenticeship, but not before the deal with the imp was concluded.
My right hand. My beautiful right hand.
Ha, I obviously still have it.
So I finalised the terms of the agreement with the imp, i would return down the stairs and cut of my hand, when he saw this our deal was finished.
So I walked halfway up the stairs out of his view, and quietly cast my last remaining spell.
Silient image.
Of myself offcourse. Right down to the blood soaked robes and bedraggled look.
I made it walk down the stairs and cut off its hand in full view of the imp. I scurried back up the stairs whilse this happened. Behind me the imp howled in frustration, our deal complete, an illusionary hand its only reward.
Well done, Stewart said. Somehow he had been watching the whole thing. He offered me a reward. He held out three rings for me, all sparkling with magic. Take a ring he said, as my hand inched forward. Or a bag of gold he added. My hand stopped. The Silverymoon university was expensive after all. Or an apprenticeship he added again.
Blast.
Stewart just smiled.
Ill take the apprenticeship master were my words. Rather epic werent they?
And that was the story of how I finally completed the test below Stewarts tower and became the apprentice of the most competant wizard in Triboar. At least that I knew of at the time.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Many where the things Stewart taught me. Like why i shouldnt wear armor. It impedes spellcasting dont you know?
Well, aside from those damnable clerics, oh did I say that out loud? excuse my manners!
Anyhows, as I was saying Stewart taught me many things, like why I should wear robes all the time. Aside from the comfort, they command respect! Oh, and if your need is great you can always squat then move away hurridly if you get my meaning. No one is any the wiser until you are well away. Well hopefuly anyway.
Oh, and he taught me about the power that lies within the natural world as well. Druids know it, and wizards can learn signs from it. Power in the stars, power in the water, power everywhere really.
I think what he was trying to stress to me was that one should know the natural world, and know oneself.
Even our limitations. Especially our limitations.
I have some you know.
Limitations i mean.
I always wanted to be tall. But i am not. Did you ever hear of a king of legend who was half the size of everyone else? Is elminster a half man?
Heroes are looked up to. Hin are looked down on.
Sad but true I am afraid.
Well, as for other limitations, spells are limited for example. What am I supposed to do when i cant remember any more spells? Well thats what the morning star was for. I would simply swing it round in a circle and hope to hit something with it. Hopefuly not myself or a friend. Offcourse I was a far better shot with my crossbow.
Mostly i tried to avoid anything bigger than me though. Which is almost everything when you think about it.
Stewart also taught me new spells. Spider climb is wonderful. I can walk upside down on the ceiling with it. Perhaps later i will. As long as i remember not to jump. Things are different when one is upsidedown. Oh he also taught me identify. He wasnt amused when i tried to use it on the soup he made. I told him it had to many turnips once i learnt what was in it.
Maybe he should have put his tower in Red Larch?
Anyhows, that is the just the barest beginning of what Stewart taught me.
Well, aside from those damnable clerics, oh did I say that out loud? excuse my manners!
Anyhows, as I was saying Stewart taught me many things, like why I should wear robes all the time. Aside from the comfort, they command respect! Oh, and if your need is great you can always squat then move away hurridly if you get my meaning. No one is any the wiser until you are well away. Well hopefuly anyway.
Oh, and he taught me about the power that lies within the natural world as well. Druids know it, and wizards can learn signs from it. Power in the stars, power in the water, power everywhere really.
I think what he was trying to stress to me was that one should know the natural world, and know oneself.
Even our limitations. Especially our limitations.
I have some you know.
Limitations i mean.
I always wanted to be tall. But i am not. Did you ever hear of a king of legend who was half the size of everyone else? Is elminster a half man?
Heroes are looked up to. Hin are looked down on.
Sad but true I am afraid.
Well, as for other limitations, spells are limited for example. What am I supposed to do when i cant remember any more spells? Well thats what the morning star was for. I would simply swing it round in a circle and hope to hit something with it. Hopefuly not myself or a friend. Offcourse I was a far better shot with my crossbow.
Mostly i tried to avoid anything bigger than me though. Which is almost everything when you think about it.
Stewart also taught me new spells. Spider climb is wonderful. I can walk upside down on the ceiling with it. Perhaps later i will. As long as i remember not to jump. Things are different when one is upsidedown. Oh he also taught me identify. He wasnt amused when i tried to use it on the soup he made. I told him it had to many turnips once i learnt what was in it.
Maybe he should have put his tower in Red Larch?
Anyhows, that is the just the barest beginning of what Stewart taught me.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Im dead? what do you mean im dead?
Oh.
Well, yes these fields are rather green.
Oh, you are THE Bandobaris? not just his namesake.
...
...
...
You know i have heard a lot about you. Is it true that you snuck into Cyrics castle and replaced all his weaponry with heart shaped chocolates?
That would explain a lot you know. The last thing i remembered before this place was a giant bat, and a goblin with a hammer, and been suddenly distracted by an idea for a new spell. Hmm.
Well, I certainly had a full life i must say, did I ever tell you about the time I...
Dobari and his newfound dead friends (including the occasional visiting hin gods) chat about adventure and magic unto eternity.
Oh.
Well, yes these fields are rather green.
Oh, you are THE Bandobaris? not just his namesake.
...
...
...
You know i have heard a lot about you. Is it true that you snuck into Cyrics castle and replaced all his weaponry with heart shaped chocolates?
That would explain a lot you know. The last thing i remembered before this place was a giant bat, and a goblin with a hammer, and been suddenly distracted by an idea for a new spell. Hmm.
Well, I certainly had a full life i must say, did I ever tell you about the time I...
Dobari and his newfound dead friends (including the occasional visiting hin gods) chat about adventure and magic unto eternity.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
A real shame.
FOr all the intensive and epic tales told in this forum, Dorbai's have been the most enjoyable to read ever i think:) A change from the seriousness that is generally found here.
Excellent stuff
FOr all the intensive and epic tales told in this forum, Dorbai's have been the most enjoyable to read ever i think:) A change from the seriousness that is generally found here.
Excellent stuff
playing Nathaniel Ward - Paladin of the Morninglord and devout of Torm (cookie cutter and proud of it)
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I have really enjoyed writing these stories, they really flesh out the character, adding a depth and enjoyment to the game itself. I also enjoy getting statements back like this.
Look forward to new stories about short folk coming soon to a alfa library near you.
See you in game or in print. Hopefuly both.
Nick
aka Rumple
aka GSID Nikolai Craf
I have really enjoyed writing these stories, they really flesh out the character, adding a depth and enjoyment to the game itself. I also enjoy getting statements back like this.
Yes I am.rudy2688 wrote:you are great!
Look forward to new stories about short folk coming soon to a alfa library near you.
See you in game or in print. Hopefuly both.
Nick
aka Rumple
aka GSID Nikolai Craf
12.August.2015: Never forget.