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All stories begin some where.
Mages stories usualy start in their towers, over dusty tomes, or perhaps a mistimed summoning spell. Fighters outside the dragons cave or on the field of war.
My story started on the streets of Yartar.
I remember it well.
I was down on my luck, not a coin to my name, all that I owned was the clothes on my back, my lucky pet stone i named Emote, and his partner Sap. Oh, and my identification papers for the city. Which city? Yartar offcourse, jewel of the Dessarin river. Well, not really a jewel. Im not really even sure if you could say it sits on the river.
Anyhow.
So there i was, broke as a goblin and twice as glum. Kick. Kick. Kick. thats the sound i make when i kick small rocks by the way. Kick i kicked. Then the small rock I was kicking, no dont worry it wasnt my pet rocks! bounced into a pile of rubish out the back of the Angerbrook bakery. Well, being in the foul mood i was i went to find it to kick it again. What i found instead changed my life.
Gold! in a small bag. Probably left there by some smuggler who needed to travel light and thoguht no one would look through the pile of rubbish.
Three hundred coins. Well, more or less, i didnt stay around to count it.
I got moving as soon as i could. I didnt want the owner..well the former owner to come around looking for me and my..er his..er my gold!
I immedietly headed of to one of the shipping companies to catch the first boat down the river and to a new start in life. They said they wouldnt take me anywhere. They said i wasnt even good enough to be ballast! Very rude, but i didnt hold it against them. Instead I showed them how worthy i was by running some errands for them. A few days work, and i had made another fifty five coins!
So anyway, thats the story of how i got rich.
Well, the first three hundred and fifty five coins of it anyway. Dont worry, I will tell you more soon when once I quieten down Bloodshot. You know what he is like
Dobari Winkle
Dobari Winkle
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12.August.2015: Never forget.
So anyhows, I picked up my kit, and headed out of Yartar, westerly towards Triboar. Now Triboar and Yartar dont have a good relationship, some silliness over a missing caravan full of gold or something like that. So I put on my best non Yartar accent and made myself known to the Triboar outpost.
Well, no problems there, they seemed more interested wth patrolling than talking, so I headed to Triboar.
About halfway i thought to myself, perhaps i should have brought a weapon, just in case i was attacked along the road. Then having thought about a weapon i naturally thought about some armor to go with it. Suddenly i felt very underdressed. Still, i couldnt turn back. Well, i suppose i could have, but i didnt.
Triboar was a lot smaller than Yartar, and far less civilized. But what they did have... was a real wizard! with a real tower!
I made a firm resolution then and there to learn magic!
And so I did. Well... actually i approached the wizard to take me on as an apprentice. I imagine he had heard this kind of request rather often as he wanted to know why he should take me over the dozens of other applicants he got each year.
Good question I thought.
My mind went blank.
Isnt that always the way?
No its not, but it was for me this time.
Anyhows, after pestering him for a while he agreed to take me on if i could complete the test under his tower. And from the sounds of it I could expect trouble down there. I didnt feel prepared for that so I put it off until later when i could find someone to help me. And yes before you ask, it was permitted!
And that is the story of how i met Stewart of Triboar, and my first real wizard.
Well, no problems there, they seemed more interested wth patrolling than talking, so I headed to Triboar.
About halfway i thought to myself, perhaps i should have brought a weapon, just in case i was attacked along the road. Then having thought about a weapon i naturally thought about some armor to go with it. Suddenly i felt very underdressed. Still, i couldnt turn back. Well, i suppose i could have, but i didnt.
Triboar was a lot smaller than Yartar, and far less civilized. But what they did have... was a real wizard! with a real tower!
I made a firm resolution then and there to learn magic!
And so I did. Well... actually i approached the wizard to take me on as an apprentice. I imagine he had heard this kind of request rather often as he wanted to know why he should take me over the dozens of other applicants he got each year.
Good question I thought.
My mind went blank.
Isnt that always the way?
No its not, but it was for me this time.
Anyhows, after pestering him for a while he agreed to take me on if i could complete the test under his tower. And from the sounds of it I could expect trouble down there. I didnt feel prepared for that so I put it off until later when i could find someone to help me. And yes before you ask, it was permitted!
And that is the story of how i met Stewart of Triboar, and my first real wizard.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
So anyways, i couldnt go do Stewarts test until i felt better equipped and prepared to do so. So I brought a crossbow and some leather armor, as well as a good set of boots. The pocket change went on a healing potion. Great, my coin purse was felling a lot more empty than it used to. Oh and I brought a club as well, the reasoning being that if one of the wolves that i could hear sometimes along the road came for me, hopefuly a good smack on the snout should send him on his way.
How wrong i was.
Now there were these posters in town, informing the folks of the region that the trail between Guswin and Westbridge needed to be cleared. Didnt say why but i imagined there was a good reaon behind it. So I set of to Westbridge to check things out. While there, the most wonderful thing happened. Well, while i was on my way rather.
A bettle no bigger than my foot mauled me!
I was just walking along trying not to be seen by anything when this little red beetle just comes right for me! I tried to shoot it, but missed... its not easy to hit something that small you know!
So then I tried to pound it to mush when it got closer. I missed and it scrambled up my club, along my arm and into my shirt where it made a real mess of me, oh, it hurt so much.
Flailing around in pain, and trying to dislodge the beetle, i ran straight into a tree branch and was knocked out. Yes, i know it sounds silly, but it is true. When i came to I was as weak as a kitten, all alone in the wilderness, half dead, and not a means to heal myself on me, having been forced to drink my healing potion earlier. I didnt even have any magic at that time! Woe was me indeed.
Then a caravan comes up the road. A beautiful hin like me heard my weak cries for help and healed me right up. Orla her name was. So I got to chatting with the friendly woman, when along the road walks a elf dressed up like a spider!
My goodness, who else but a mage would wear such amazing clothes! As was my style , i threw myself at his feet and begged him to train me. Oh yes, dont give me that face, desperate times call for desperate measures. Ot is that desperate people? anyhows, i wouldnt let go of his leg until he agreed to teach me. The caravan lost patience with us and moved on, leaving me and my new master there.
As I said, a wonderful day!
And that is the story of my FIRST master.
How wrong i was.
Now there were these posters in town, informing the folks of the region that the trail between Guswin and Westbridge needed to be cleared. Didnt say why but i imagined there was a good reaon behind it. So I set of to Westbridge to check things out. While there, the most wonderful thing happened. Well, while i was on my way rather.
A bettle no bigger than my foot mauled me!
I was just walking along trying not to be seen by anything when this little red beetle just comes right for me! I tried to shoot it, but missed... its not easy to hit something that small you know!
So then I tried to pound it to mush when it got closer. I missed and it scrambled up my club, along my arm and into my shirt where it made a real mess of me, oh, it hurt so much.
Flailing around in pain, and trying to dislodge the beetle, i ran straight into a tree branch and was knocked out. Yes, i know it sounds silly, but it is true. When i came to I was as weak as a kitten, all alone in the wilderness, half dead, and not a means to heal myself on me, having been forced to drink my healing potion earlier. I didnt even have any magic at that time! Woe was me indeed.
Then a caravan comes up the road. A beautiful hin like me heard my weak cries for help and healed me right up. Orla her name was. So I got to chatting with the friendly woman, when along the road walks a elf dressed up like a spider!
My goodness, who else but a mage would wear such amazing clothes! As was my style , i threw myself at his feet and begged him to train me. Oh yes, dont give me that face, desperate times call for desperate measures. Ot is that desperate people? anyhows, i wouldnt let go of his leg until he agreed to teach me. The caravan lost patience with us and moved on, leaving me and my new master there.
As I said, a wonderful day!
And that is the story of my FIRST master.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Right, then what happened? oh right, the master and I continued on to Westbridge, with me mirroring his every move. When he talked i talked. When he walked I walked. I think is annoyed him, which i found rather amusing, allthough i didnt show it. To be a great wizard you have to act like a great wizard, right?
Well, thats what i did anyway.
In Westbridge we arranged for a spellbook to be made for me, and he taught me two spells. Shelgarns persistant blade, and True strike, the first spells makes a little floating knife, and the second guides the hand when fighting. Or foot, or head or whatever else you are trying to hit someone with. Very violent magics i thought, but still beggars cant be choosers.
So I threw myself into the study of these two spells, and before long i felt ready to use them. I put myself in the right frame of mind, said the words just right, wiggled my ears in the perscribed manner and there it was, a little floating dagger!
I was so happy, i yelled with excitment! A pity no one else was arouund to see my triumph, but i was ecstatic anyway. The dagger didnt last very long but that didnt worry me, i was a wizard! Amazing isnt it?
And that was the story of how i first used the wonderful art that is magic!
Well, thats what i did anyway.
In Westbridge we arranged for a spellbook to be made for me, and he taught me two spells. Shelgarns persistant blade, and True strike, the first spells makes a little floating knife, and the second guides the hand when fighting. Or foot, or head or whatever else you are trying to hit someone with. Very violent magics i thought, but still beggars cant be choosers.
So I threw myself into the study of these two spells, and before long i felt ready to use them. I put myself in the right frame of mind, said the words just right, wiggled my ears in the perscribed manner and there it was, a little floating dagger!
I was so happy, i yelled with excitment! A pity no one else was arouund to see my triumph, but i was ecstatic anyway. The dagger didnt last very long but that didnt worry me, i was a wizard! Amazing isnt it?
And that was the story of how i first used the wonderful art that is magic!
12.August.2015: Never forget.
My magic was coming along nicely, i had a whole lot of spells in my book, but my favorite was called "Color spray". It made a wonderful band of colors that had the interesting effect of confusing those who saw it..well sometimes anyway.
Anyhows, by odd coincidence, my master just happened to be the one who was organising the clearing of the Guswin trail. So naturaly i had to go along and make sure he didnt die. A dead master isnt much use is he? Well, maybe if he was a lich.
Hmm, thats a thought.
Oh nevermind, I dont think Bandobaris would approve of that sort of behavior.
So he assembled a group of sympathetic locals to clear the trail, lets see who was there?
Oh yes, one of the folk like me named Soppi, who I think was a priestess of Yondalla. Nice enough lady. And Burgell offcourse, a gnome who had a wedding to go to in Guswin. And..umm, oh yes the master, and a huge human named Lennox.
That day would be the first that i was ever forced to kill a humanoid. An orc it was. Along the trail we met a bunch of them, but this one ran straight for the master. So i shot it with my crossbow. Very well. Right through the neck. It kept running for a few steps before it fell forwards. It didnt die right away i noticed.
No, it wriggled around a lot and even tried to pull the bolt out of its neck. I was so preoccupied with watching it die, that the master had to pull me to my feet and get me marching again. The battle had finished while i was staring at him. Odd that.
The rest of the journey was mostly uneventful, so much for the dealy Guswin trail i had heard of.
Guswin itself wasnt much to look at. Full of dwarves. And not a wizards tower in sight. Strange way to live if you ask me. You were going to ask me wern't you?
The return trip proved a little more hair raising, night had fallen, and the master bade me to return with the others and report that the trail was clear. So i did. We didnt notice the dire boar charge us until it had allready gored Lennox. He went down like a hot blueberry roll from the angerbrook bakery.
Soppi healed him up just in time and the four of us then made quick work of the boar.
And that was the total extent of the wildlife of the Kryptgarden i saw. I was a little dissapointed to be honest. Where were the owlbears? where were the harpies, and dragons? Not there obviously. Maybe they were scared of my magic!
We made it back intact. An interesting journey to be sure. And that was the story of the clearing of the Guswin trail.
Anyhows, by odd coincidence, my master just happened to be the one who was organising the clearing of the Guswin trail. So naturaly i had to go along and make sure he didnt die. A dead master isnt much use is he? Well, maybe if he was a lich.
Hmm, thats a thought.
Oh nevermind, I dont think Bandobaris would approve of that sort of behavior.
So he assembled a group of sympathetic locals to clear the trail, lets see who was there?
Oh yes, one of the folk like me named Soppi, who I think was a priestess of Yondalla. Nice enough lady. And Burgell offcourse, a gnome who had a wedding to go to in Guswin. And..umm, oh yes the master, and a huge human named Lennox.
That day would be the first that i was ever forced to kill a humanoid. An orc it was. Along the trail we met a bunch of them, but this one ran straight for the master. So i shot it with my crossbow. Very well. Right through the neck. It kept running for a few steps before it fell forwards. It didnt die right away i noticed.
No, it wriggled around a lot and even tried to pull the bolt out of its neck. I was so preoccupied with watching it die, that the master had to pull me to my feet and get me marching again. The battle had finished while i was staring at him. Odd that.
The rest of the journey was mostly uneventful, so much for the dealy Guswin trail i had heard of.
Guswin itself wasnt much to look at. Full of dwarves. And not a wizards tower in sight. Strange way to live if you ask me. You were going to ask me wern't you?
The return trip proved a little more hair raising, night had fallen, and the master bade me to return with the others and report that the trail was clear. So i did. We didnt notice the dire boar charge us until it had allready gored Lennox. He went down like a hot blueberry roll from the angerbrook bakery.
Soppi healed him up just in time and the four of us then made quick work of the boar.
And that was the total extent of the wildlife of the Kryptgarden i saw. I was a little dissapointed to be honest. Where were the owlbears? where were the harpies, and dragons? Not there obviously. Maybe they were scared of my magic!
We made it back intact. An interesting journey to be sure. And that was the story of the clearing of the Guswin trail.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
I waited for weeks in Guswin, but no sign of my master. I could not risk the trail alone, nor did i want to go that way again, just in case the orc i killed had kin. And Knowing orcs the way I do, or rather the way others do, i expect he does.
Anyhows, given that i was masterless again it would seem, i thought to myself that it was time to find another. So I did. In Yartar.
I looked around all the shops until i found a suitable candidate. A human he was, a young sixty or an old thirty? I suppose it does not matter.
Ha, i threw my self at his feet and hung onto his leg until he promised to teach me magic. Once I let go, he tried to reneg on his promise but i held him to it. Its a very effective strategy you must admit.
The first thing he did was look at my spell book and bemoan the organisation of my spells. I had them all over the place in no discernible order apparently, well I knew where they were but the master is always right. Always.
So he set me a task. Rearrange all the books in his shop into alphabetical order. Well it sounds easy enough doesn't it?
Ha, until I tell you that his book shelves were twelve feet high, and only accesible by ladder. So there i was, three feet tall, having to try and shift a twelve foot ladder by myself.
I heaved on it until my face turned red and i could hear blood in my ears. It hadnt moved at all. A pity i'm not as big as Lennox. Oh well. How could I move it? I thought.
I had an excellent idea how to get it closer to the bookshelf where i needed it. I climbed up the ladder to the top rung. Then holding on tightly I pushed away from the wall. The ladder moved! Away from the wall it went...with me on it. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes, and it was a happy one mostly. Well once i had learnt magic anyway.
It crashed down on top of me, I had the wind knocked out of me when i landed on the stone floor, but luckily I hadnt landed in the masters potion couldron. I doubt he would have been impressed. I still remember his words as the ladder left the wall. They were Oh no!
Anyhows, the master gave me a stern telling off, and told me to use my head. I wondered how i could use my head to move the ladder, but then realised maybe he meant magic.
So I summoned my little floating dagger and tied the ladder to it. I was very excited by my idea, and even more so from using the magic, but the dagger did not prove strong enough to even lift the ladder. Poor little thing. I was briefly reminded of myself. Anyhows...
The master took sympathy with my efforts and set up the ladder for me. I quickly sorted the books on that book shelf, but again had the problem of others.
I thought about it awhile and eventually improvised using my robe to tie onto the bootom of the ladder to drag it, the extra distance between myself and the ladder good leverage. It worked, and i finished the task only falling from the ladder once.
Finished at last i was and very pleased with myself.
Then the master gave me a healing potion, and told me to drink it. I sniffed it, a potion of superior quality! It would be wasted on my mild injuries so when he turned around i slipped it into my pocket for an emergancy, drinking my potion of light healing quickly to assauge his suspicians.
The master then showed me how to properly organise my spells in my book, I was very grateful for that.
And that was the story of my second master. Or at least the first lesson from my second master.
Anyhows, given that i was masterless again it would seem, i thought to myself that it was time to find another. So I did. In Yartar.
I looked around all the shops until i found a suitable candidate. A human he was, a young sixty or an old thirty? I suppose it does not matter.
Ha, i threw my self at his feet and hung onto his leg until he promised to teach me magic. Once I let go, he tried to reneg on his promise but i held him to it. Its a very effective strategy you must admit.
The first thing he did was look at my spell book and bemoan the organisation of my spells. I had them all over the place in no discernible order apparently, well I knew where they were but the master is always right. Always.
So he set me a task. Rearrange all the books in his shop into alphabetical order. Well it sounds easy enough doesn't it?
Ha, until I tell you that his book shelves were twelve feet high, and only accesible by ladder. So there i was, three feet tall, having to try and shift a twelve foot ladder by myself.
I heaved on it until my face turned red and i could hear blood in my ears. It hadnt moved at all. A pity i'm not as big as Lennox. Oh well. How could I move it? I thought.
I had an excellent idea how to get it closer to the bookshelf where i needed it. I climbed up the ladder to the top rung. Then holding on tightly I pushed away from the wall. The ladder moved! Away from the wall it went...with me on it. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes, and it was a happy one mostly. Well once i had learnt magic anyway.
It crashed down on top of me, I had the wind knocked out of me when i landed on the stone floor, but luckily I hadnt landed in the masters potion couldron. I doubt he would have been impressed. I still remember his words as the ladder left the wall. They were Oh no!
Anyhows, the master gave me a stern telling off, and told me to use my head. I wondered how i could use my head to move the ladder, but then realised maybe he meant magic.
So I summoned my little floating dagger and tied the ladder to it. I was very excited by my idea, and even more so from using the magic, but the dagger did not prove strong enough to even lift the ladder. Poor little thing. I was briefly reminded of myself. Anyhows...
The master took sympathy with my efforts and set up the ladder for me. I quickly sorted the books on that book shelf, but again had the problem of others.
I thought about it awhile and eventually improvised using my robe to tie onto the bootom of the ladder to drag it, the extra distance between myself and the ladder good leverage. It worked, and i finished the task only falling from the ladder once.
Finished at last i was and very pleased with myself.
Then the master gave me a healing potion, and told me to drink it. I sniffed it, a potion of superior quality! It would be wasted on my mild injuries so when he turned around i slipped it into my pocket for an emergancy, drinking my potion of light healing quickly to assauge his suspicians.
The master then showed me how to properly organise my spells in my book, I was very grateful for that.
And that was the story of my second master. Or at least the first lesson from my second master.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
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Vendrin wrote:Very good stuff.
is he a hin? /me giggles Mistress Millia [talking]: Me says kneel. *giggles*
<Gebb> ok, what does it mean to be "huggled"? <spidroth_esq> Something terrible. <Squamatus> buggered <Dran> sodomised <Squamatus> by an acorn on a stick <tresca> LOL <Gebb> that didn't help <alynn>
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Oh so you want to know what happens next? Well...
what? oh right, the story, now where was I, oh yes, the beginning...
All stories begin somewhere... oh the beginning of the next part? Now i understand.
So anyhow, My master sent me to Waterdeep to get him a quill and parchment. Yes, I am aware how this sounds. It was some kind of test. What made it difficult was that he took all my money before hand. Dont worry he returned it later. Oh... I suppose i just ruined the ending. Yes I did survive. Which is obvious i suppose or else i couldnt be telling this story, where was I again?
Anyhow, with no money i needed to get to Waterdeep and buy a quill and parchment. So I did. I arrived by boat. Ahead of myself again am I? Well I got on the boat to Waterdeep through offering my services, firstly as a chef which I am not as the crew discovered mid voyage, as a fisherman whicih the fish found out mid voyage, and as a entertainer which fortunatly i was able to do with my illusions. So that is how I got to Waterdeep. On the boat that is.
I needed some money to buy the quill and parchment offcourse, so I headed to an inn in the middle of the city, dripping dagger it was called. They had a number of pretty bottles on the shelves with the most vile poison in them. I know it was poison because it made my tongue burn. Anyhows, whilst there i met a dwarf named Shug. Apparently he and the barkeep had done some business before because before I knew it I was cleaning out his cellar of vermin for a handful of coins.
Shug got bitten a few times from spiders as large as my fist, and rats as well. I was able to use my color spray spell to dazzle a few of the rats! Anyhow, rats and spiders are no match for axe and magic, so I was able to collect enough coin to pay for the quill and pachment. And try a few more of the liquid in the pretty bottles.
I am sure my tongue is still burning.
Then I returned to Yartar with the last of my coins.
My master was very pleased. I think. So pleased that he announced he was in fact a wizard of very little skill and that my own magic was almost the equal of my own and that my final test with him would be a mage dual!
And that was the story of the heroic purchase of quill and parchment.
what? oh right, the story, now where was I, oh yes, the beginning...
All stories begin somewhere... oh the beginning of the next part? Now i understand.
So anyhow, My master sent me to Waterdeep to get him a quill and parchment. Yes, I am aware how this sounds. It was some kind of test. What made it difficult was that he took all my money before hand. Dont worry he returned it later. Oh... I suppose i just ruined the ending. Yes I did survive. Which is obvious i suppose or else i couldnt be telling this story, where was I again?
Anyhow, with no money i needed to get to Waterdeep and buy a quill and parchment. So I did. I arrived by boat. Ahead of myself again am I? Well I got on the boat to Waterdeep through offering my services, firstly as a chef which I am not as the crew discovered mid voyage, as a fisherman whicih the fish found out mid voyage, and as a entertainer which fortunatly i was able to do with my illusions. So that is how I got to Waterdeep. On the boat that is.
I needed some money to buy the quill and parchment offcourse, so I headed to an inn in the middle of the city, dripping dagger it was called. They had a number of pretty bottles on the shelves with the most vile poison in them. I know it was poison because it made my tongue burn. Anyhows, whilst there i met a dwarf named Shug. Apparently he and the barkeep had done some business before because before I knew it I was cleaning out his cellar of vermin for a handful of coins.
Shug got bitten a few times from spiders as large as my fist, and rats as well. I was able to use my color spray spell to dazzle a few of the rats! Anyhow, rats and spiders are no match for axe and magic, so I was able to collect enough coin to pay for the quill and pachment. And try a few more of the liquid in the pretty bottles.
I am sure my tongue is still burning.
Then I returned to Yartar with the last of my coins.
My master was very pleased. I think. So pleased that he announced he was in fact a wizard of very little skill and that my own magic was almost the equal of my own and that my final test with him would be a mage dual!
And that was the story of the heroic purchase of quill and parchment.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Oh yes I know you want to hear the story of my mage duel with my former master. Well you cant. Oh allright I will tell you, i was just building the suspense! Anyhow I lost..or did I? Well, wait and listen, and then you will know.
I had to prepare my spells for the duel offcourse. I had about ten to choose from. The only rules is that it would be a civilised duel, no killing, no physical violence, and no breaking any of the things on the shelving.
Now what did I know about my master? He was not a specialist as far as I could tell. Nor was he particuarly advanced. I thought he would either try to put me to sleep and win that way, or maybe just hit me with a few damage spells, most likely magic missle. I didnt think he would use burning hands as he would burn down his shop. I didnt consider protection form alignment either as he didnt seem to be a very good or bad man. Just a man really. Like most folks.
So I chose one floating dagger spell, and three color spray spells as my main thrust of attack. I would summon the dagger, then attempt to stun him with a spray of colors in his eyes. Meanwhile the dagger would hopefuly distract him from casting to much. oh, and I memorised four jolt spells as cantrips. Enough to give him a slight shock but not kill him.
So we faced off against each other. I was just goingt o ask him when we were going to start when i saw him start casting! So then i started casting. The floating dagger spell offcourse. As he and i were casting i saw he was making a magic missle spell. I knew what was coming so was ready for the shock and pain when two missles struck me in the side.
I had no idea how much they would hurt. It was a lot. Even now it makes me think about using that spell on others. Anyhow.
I was able to keep my incantation going and the dagger appeared next to him. He moved away from it slightly and began casting again. I thought i had the upper hand as the dagger sliced his arm and ruined his spell just as my own color spray showered him and the dagger with colors.
Oddly enough, it was he who was able to close his eyes at the right time, and my dagger who dropped to the floor. He laughed at me and started casting again!
I moved around a bit trying to spoil his concentration then cast another color spray spell on him. This time it hit him right in the eyes, ruining his spell and dazing him!
Quickly i began to hit him with my shock spells, hoping to weaken him enough that he would surrendor. He did not, quickly shaking of the effects of my spell, and casting again. As did I. Again my color spray spell stunned him, and again i shocked him.
Then i was out of spells!
I was in a bad state as he began to come out of the daze. So i did what any good illusionist would do. I tricked him!
Give up master I yelled. Give up, I dont want to hurt you anymore!
And give up he did. Lucky for both of us, we had both taken a bit of a beating.
He seemed very proud of me. Or maybe he was still a little confused from the color spray spell. But he pulled a ring from his hand and gave it to me saying it had been given to him from his master, and now he wanted to give it to me. Oh, and he also said i was no longer his apprentice. The ring had an inscription on it, in elvish it says All comes to those who wait, Beleive in yourself and you shant fail.
Rather nice isnt it?
And that was the story of how i lost my second master. Or outgrew him rather.
I had to prepare my spells for the duel offcourse. I had about ten to choose from. The only rules is that it would be a civilised duel, no killing, no physical violence, and no breaking any of the things on the shelving.
Now what did I know about my master? He was not a specialist as far as I could tell. Nor was he particuarly advanced. I thought he would either try to put me to sleep and win that way, or maybe just hit me with a few damage spells, most likely magic missle. I didnt think he would use burning hands as he would burn down his shop. I didnt consider protection form alignment either as he didnt seem to be a very good or bad man. Just a man really. Like most folks.
So I chose one floating dagger spell, and three color spray spells as my main thrust of attack. I would summon the dagger, then attempt to stun him with a spray of colors in his eyes. Meanwhile the dagger would hopefuly distract him from casting to much. oh, and I memorised four jolt spells as cantrips. Enough to give him a slight shock but not kill him.
So we faced off against each other. I was just goingt o ask him when we were going to start when i saw him start casting! So then i started casting. The floating dagger spell offcourse. As he and i were casting i saw he was making a magic missle spell. I knew what was coming so was ready for the shock and pain when two missles struck me in the side.
I had no idea how much they would hurt. It was a lot. Even now it makes me think about using that spell on others. Anyhow.
I was able to keep my incantation going and the dagger appeared next to him. He moved away from it slightly and began casting again. I thought i had the upper hand as the dagger sliced his arm and ruined his spell just as my own color spray showered him and the dagger with colors.
Oddly enough, it was he who was able to close his eyes at the right time, and my dagger who dropped to the floor. He laughed at me and started casting again!
I moved around a bit trying to spoil his concentration then cast another color spray spell on him. This time it hit him right in the eyes, ruining his spell and dazing him!
Quickly i began to hit him with my shock spells, hoping to weaken him enough that he would surrendor. He did not, quickly shaking of the effects of my spell, and casting again. As did I. Again my color spray spell stunned him, and again i shocked him.
Then i was out of spells!
I was in a bad state as he began to come out of the daze. So i did what any good illusionist would do. I tricked him!
Give up master I yelled. Give up, I dont want to hurt you anymore!
And give up he did. Lucky for both of us, we had both taken a bit of a beating.
He seemed very proud of me. Or maybe he was still a little confused from the color spray spell. But he pulled a ring from his hand and gave it to me saying it had been given to him from his master, and now he wanted to give it to me. Oh, and he also said i was no longer his apprentice. The ring had an inscription on it, in elvish it says All comes to those who wait, Beleive in yourself and you shant fail.
Rather nice isnt it?
And that was the story of how i lost my second master. Or outgrew him rather.
12.August.2015: Never forget.