Cerebral Paladin
First Post
Yeah, I was pretty surprised by that twist. Happy New Year to all of you, as well!
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Alistair and Dame Brionna quickly made their way to the hobbit midwife’s home. The guards that had been posted to protect her saluted Dame Brionna on her approach, and if they noticed her holding the door open to allow an invisible Alistair to slip in unseen, they would keep their mouths shut.
Midwife Burleytoes smiled at Dame Brionna. “You had a matter you wanted my opinion on?”
Alistair lowered the hood of his cloak. “We need to know whether I can sire children.”
“Ah,” she said, nodding. “I help people with problems like that all the time. Is there any reason to think that there would be a concern?”
“We checked recently with magical means, and his grace has not sired any natural children, but certainly not for want of opportunity.”
Midwife Burleytoes nodded judiciously. “Well then. Let’s have a look.”
Alistair looked at Dame Brionna pointedly. “Ordinarily, I’m not particularly modest, but under the circumstances…”
“Of course, your grace. I will be just outside the door.”
Midwife Burleytoes examined Alistair carefully and cast a spell or two. “Oh, my… You certainly don’t have any problems with fertility-- you’re as virile as a young goat in heat! But… ah, that’s what it is. You may put your trousers back on.” She walked over and rapped on the door to signal Dame Brionna that she could return. “He’s perfectly fertile but there’s a block that prevents him from having any children. It took me a little longer to figure it out because I’ve never seen that sort of block placed on a man before; it’s usually the women who want to avoid unwanted children. And I’ve never seen an anti-fertility spell this powerful before.”
“So it’s magical? Can you tell who placed the curse?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call it a curse, exactly. It will wear off in a few months. My guess would be that it was your grandmother who placed it, ‘cause it’s a potent one.”
“Except that it takes away my potence,” grumbled Alistair. “Can anything be done to remove it?”
Midwife Burleytoes pursed her lips. “It could be done, but… in order to remove the block ahead of schedule, you would need a caster more powerful than the one who placed it. And as I said, I could never place a fertility block for longer than a few weeks. This one was designed to last for months and months, perhaps even years. If I could cast one like that, even the high court women would come to me for them…”
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Alistair and Dame Brionna quickly made their way to the hobbit midwife’s home. The guards that had been posted to protect her saluted Dame Brionna on her approach, and if they noticed her holding the door open to allow an invisible Alistair to slip in unseen, they would keep their mouths shut.
Midwife Burleytoes smiled at Dame Brionna. “You had a matter you wanted my opinion on?”
Alistair lowered the hood of his cloak. “We need to know whether I can sire children.”
“Ah,” she said, nodding. “I help people with problems like that all the time. Is there any reason to think that there would be a concern?”
“We checked recently with magical means, and his grace has not sired any natural children, but certainly not for want of opportunity.”
Midwife Burleytoes nodded judiciously. “Well then. Let’s have a look.”
Alistair looked at Dame Brionna pointedly. “Ordinarily, I’m not particularly modest, but under the circumstances…”
“Of course, your grace. I will be just outside the door.”
Midwife Burleytoes examined Alistair carefully and cast a spell or two. “Oh, my… You certainly don’t have any problems with fertility-- you’re as virile as a young goat in heat! But… ah, that’s what it is. You may put your trousers back on.” She walked over and rapped on the door to signal Dame Brionna that she could return. “He’s perfectly fertile but there’s a block that prevents him from having any children. It took me a little longer to figure it out because I’ve never seen that sort of block placed on a man before; it’s usually the women who want to avoid unwanted children. And I’ve never seen an anti-fertility spell this powerful before.”
“So it’s magical? Can you tell who placed the curse?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call it a curse, exactly. It will wear off in a few months. My guess would be that it was your grandmother who placed it, ‘cause it’s a potent one.”
“Except that it takes away my potence,” grumbled Alistair. “Can anything be done to remove it?”
Midwife Burleytoes pursed her lips. “It could be done, but… in order to remove the block ahead of schedule, you would need a caster more powerful than the one who placed it. And as I said, I could never place a fertility block for longer than a few weeks. This one was designed to last for months and months, perhaps even years. If I could cast one like that, even the high court women would come to me for them…”