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Graydon's mouth opened and closed in shock... once. But then he rushed forward to grab his spellbook, his apparently possessed spellbook that seemed to have declared itself a familiar, then fumbling out a cleaning cloth to wipe down every part of it that touched the floor. That was his...

Ooh, ooh! Do those planes offer the chance for summoning Powerpuff Elementals? (Material Component: Drop of Chemical X)

Given that he'd been looking and still didn't know where those tankards came from, the internal eyerolling stopped short fairly suddenly. "Nothing so embarrassing as being taken in by a new twist on an old trick, that's for sure. So... don't sign anything." He nodded politely to the...

Should we also imagine the horrible, HORRIBLE things they presumably do to anyone who tries to take advantage of their better natures? ;)

Nodding politely back, he refocused on the bartender- and was glad he'd only had one swig of ale, because he was suddenly awash in terms and locations that meant absolutely NOTHING to him but were probably very much worth learning, even more so than Eurid's customary flood of nonsense! All he...

Passing over the lack of a direct answer (it's suspicious, but Barstle came close enough for Graydon's purposes), he nodded thoughtfully. "I heard there were people like that around here, to be sure. But when everyone around here is just passing through, that must make for a lot of faces to...

Startled at both the bartender's snagging of his studies (At five for a mug, each must be worth but a small fraction of a proper silver sovereign) and at the ready placing of his homeworld, Graydon hesitated just a moment before shaking back. "A pleasure to meet you, master Fitzhavocke. I'm...

Couldn't go high-end this time, but it should at least last me a couple years. Enough to get through the game, with any luck!

"Oh. OH!" Graydon smiled, vastly relieved. "Yes, absolutely, small changes, big effects, like when you include a butterfly wing to a weather spell and accidentally get a hurricane! And if a being has nothing to do but whisper at people all day long, it must get very good at it; no doubt you...

Graydon had watched the events on the street in silence (for once), as he'd clearly gotten the wrong idea of things. The ghost had come along (alleyway-haunting alone was clearly too simple for a place like this) and fiddled around with the glove, the fae were doing their thing with...

Graydon listened with an intent look and a dubious frown, trying to piece together her philosophy as best he could- one thing was clear, she believed what she was saying, no matter how difficult she found it to put into words. It most certainly didn't match anything he knew of the world...

The young wizard shrugged. "That was the sense of your words as best I could tell; your metaphor seemed to indicate a frustrated would-be assailant, even if only in indirect terms. I suppose 'right' and 'wrong' depends on which came first, the attacking or the taunting..." Graydon shook his...

"Oh, nothing much, nothing much; just the way you were describing them as being all about requiring the sacrifice, or else hunting you down and tearing you apart like a piece of meat." Graydon walked onward, not wanting to be too close to Shard while asking her things- preferably just out of...

Sure, why not? Graydon: "Shard, these 'gods' seem like some profoundly unpleasant and threatening things. What are they, some race of blackmailing monsters? I'd rather not deal with their ilk anytime soon..." (*Snicker* From his perspective she could just as easily be talking about mind...

I really wish I'd remembered some of my favorite Mystaran headcanon earlier in this game; I'd loved the idea that even the WORD 'god' was unknown on Mystara. It would have been a great moment to ask Shard to define the term!

"A type of large stalking cat, bigger than a man; easily charmed and controlled, a terror to your enemies, the ones with huge fangs are the best." Graydon answered Eurid's question absently and by rote, his eyes troubled as he looked at the jewel-encrusted stranger he was walking with...

For his part, after catching their eventual goal, Graydon was trying his damnest to look everywhere at once. The sights, the sounds, oh for that matter the smells, he tried to soak in all of it, with various young people and pieces architecture flickering betwen hands as if he were trying to...

Aww, and here I was having fun with Mystara being so little-known out here- even if the Inner Planes would prove a much more fruitful place to find Mystaran knowledge. (Honor Island in Ierendi being an excellent example in that regard.) Given that OD&D's cosmology with all the Spheres didn't...

I had actually wanted to bring up something rather similar, actually; would customizing the spellbook (iron plates for covers, specially-crafted combat bookmark, hell why not slip shuriken between the pages) qualify as equipment for Shandrizar? Also, if Graydon ever manages to inscribe sepia...

Whether I want it to become a problem or not, I think it legitimately should be a problem; a book that's going up against somebody with a greatsword and loses really shouldn't be legible anymore. And while I'd qualify a sapient book as the equivalent of an Awakened construct, if Unsung says...