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<blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 6897308" data-attributes="member: 23484">Carradoc has needed the rest, and when he wakes from his sleep his mind is focused, and instantly he begins to pore of the tome that was left behind. The spell book is disconcerting. He knows the texture of vellum, and though it is written on some sort of skin, it is not from an animal normally put to this purpose. He spits on the ground, conflicted about the wisdom inside and the disgusting and possibly horrific nature of the object he holds. His curiosity wins out, and he spends more than an hour rapidly turning pages. The incantations are sensible to him, but are written in a way that seem to unfold a new way of thinking about magic. He's thrilled, and he instantly begins scribbling notes in the margins of his own spell book, as new ideas begin to flow. When he's done, he is glowing, and perhaps a bit maddened, but the enthusiasm with which he speaks, and the confidence of his vision cheers all the group. &quot;Four factions! A war, and no means to pick between them. We must not be gulled! But together, we few, have been able to weaken two sides in this contest. Now, lest we grant favour to a side that deserves it not, we must continue this quest, confident that we are right! Onward, I say! Onward! To destroy the other factions. We must break them...&quot;It seems not to matter to him whether others share his enthusiasm. Carradoc's fervour proves contagious, and even if one doesn't accept the content of his words, all who hear him are cheered.(+10 temp hp to each of the party.)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Kobold Stew, post: 6897308, member: 23484"] Carradoc has needed the rest, and when he wakes from his sleep his mind is focused, and instantly he begins to pore of the tome that was left behind. The spell book is disconcerting. He knows the texture of vellum, and though it is written on some sort of skin, it is not from an animal normally put to this purpose. He spits on the ground, conflicted about the wisdom inside and the disgusting and possibly horrific nature of the object he holds. His curiosity wins out, and he spends more than an hour rapidly turning pages. The incantations are sensible to him, but are written in a way that seem to unfold a new way of thinking about magic. He's thrilled, and he instantly begins scribbling notes in the margins of his own spell book, as new ideas begin to flow. When he's done, he is glowing, and perhaps a bit maddened, but the enthusiasm with which he speaks, and the confidence of his vision cheers all the group. "Four factions! A war, and no means to pick between them. We must not be gulled! But together, we few, have been able to weaken two sides in this contest. Now, lest we grant favour to a side that deserves it not, we must continue this quest, confident that we are right! Onward, I say! Onward! To destroy the other factions. We must break them..." It seems not to matter to him whether others share his enthusiasm. Carradoc's fervour proves contagious, and even if one doesn't accept the content of his words, all who hear him are cheered. (+10 temp hp to each of the party.) [/QUOTE]

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