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Shadows of Greyhawk Campaign
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Creamsteak
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"Well, I guess... er I shouldn't have said anything... er... hrm... see I have no problem with a drink... it's just that well... I don't necessarily find the spirits to my liking... but rather... I guess i'll have a cup, no problem here now... I'm not of any intent to be rude... just pour me some, I'll enjoy it... no offense intended... er..."
Cid looks over the group a bit... and then explains, "My magic is imbued in me and layed out through my pen onto this very paper. On a few occations I have been able to write out the incantations necessary to heal others, and gain guidance from my divine favor. In order to hold more magic, however, my provider requires certain very particular contributions from me, in the form of donation and work towards those things that my divine protector would wish m to do."
Proping his tall walking stick up, Cid then goes into a length about it's history, "This was my grandfathers staff. He was a bold bold man, a conjurer and evoker of sorts, and it was he who crafted this weapon. He whittled the wood down to a perfect shaft himself, but now it seems far too beaten to be considered the work of a master any longer. He enchanted it eventually, made it out to be a staff full of the element that he favored most. He was the first and last to get any use out of it in such a manor. My mother, who was a bit of a rogue, stole it from Grandfather before I was born and made off with it. She was tricked into joining a party of singing bandits who made her act against her nature. Eventually they were attacked by a very dangerous man that they thought they had cheated out of his magic sword. He, and his group, killed my mother. My father ran off, leaving me in her arms, at least that's what I was told. It was a few weeks later when I was delivered to my grandfather by my mother's friends. He decided to make after the mercenaries that had killed my mother, and I was taken care of by my grandmother. He was attacked with his own staff by the groups wizard, but he managed to get his revenge. He lost sight in his eyes for a few days, and had trouble finding someone who would treat his weakness, but eventually he made it home, but my mother was never raised by any priest, and this staff was drained of the last of it's charges."
Cid looks over the group a bit... and then explains, "My magic is imbued in me and layed out through my pen onto this very paper. On a few occations I have been able to write out the incantations necessary to heal others, and gain guidance from my divine favor. In order to hold more magic, however, my provider requires certain very particular contributions from me, in the form of donation and work towards those things that my divine protector would wish m to do."
Proping his tall walking stick up, Cid then goes into a length about it's history, "This was my grandfathers staff. He was a bold bold man, a conjurer and evoker of sorts, and it was he who crafted this weapon. He whittled the wood down to a perfect shaft himself, but now it seems far too beaten to be considered the work of a master any longer. He enchanted it eventually, made it out to be a staff full of the element that he favored most. He was the first and last to get any use out of it in such a manor. My mother, who was a bit of a rogue, stole it from Grandfather before I was born and made off with it. She was tricked into joining a party of singing bandits who made her act against her nature. Eventually they were attacked by a very dangerous man that they thought they had cheated out of his magic sword. He, and his group, killed my mother. My father ran off, leaving me in her arms, at least that's what I was told. It was a few weeks later when I was delivered to my grandfather by my mother's friends. He decided to make after the mercenaries that had killed my mother, and I was taken care of by my grandmother. He was attacked with his own staff by the groups wizard, but he managed to get his revenge. He lost sight in his eyes for a few days, and had trouble finding someone who would treat his weakness, but eventually he made it home, but my mother was never raised by any priest, and this staff was drained of the last of it's charges."
Argent Silvermage
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shaff said:
OOC: You named your Donkey after my Astral Deva? I'll get you for that.
Gilda looks at the Elf and Dwarf and sighs Ok you two. Lets keep the racial sniping to a minimum. It upsets Dennis' sensitive nature. She smiles at her own cleverness and takes a drink of her milk. I do wish the lady would get here. The company is pleasent enough but I would like to find out what is going on.
"Yes, i am prepared for almost any situation my ne friend."
Gremag pours a drink for the cleric. When he states his history Gremag's ears perk and he looks straight at him when he gets to the part about the powerful man and mercenaries killing his family... "Well sir, i hope you enjoy the wine and the meal... We may have more in common than meets the eye..."
[OOC-] Creamsteak my characters family was killed by a man's mercenaries, for pretty much the same reason. Maybe we could say it was the same man and work towards a solution to that problem as well.
And Argent, truthfully, i didnt even think of it until i just re-read that post i made, and realized it was ur character too. Then i knew u would say something, and there was ur post. I guess it just was meant to be.
Gremag pours a drink for the cleric. When he states his history Gremag's ears perk and he looks straight at him when he gets to the part about the powerful man and mercenaries killing his family... "Well sir, i hope you enjoy the wine and the meal... We may have more in common than meets the eye..."
[OOC-] Creamsteak my characters family was killed by a man's mercenaries, for pretty much the same reason. Maybe we could say it was the same man and work towards a solution to that problem as well.
And Argent, truthfully, i didnt even think of it until i just re-read that post i made, and realized it was ur character too. Then i knew u would say something, and there was ur post. I guess it just was meant to be.
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maddmic
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The dwarf has been eating contently and watching over his smallish companion. He looked on with interest as Cid told his story. At it's completion, and at the behest of Gilda, Brenbold leaned back in his chair with a look of discomfort. A loud belch escaped from his mouth and he quickly wiped his beard and mouth with his sleeve. "Bah, excuse me. As educated as I am and as different as I am from my brothers, sometimes you just can't completely escape your heritage." Turning to the elf he continues. "I know you weren't trying to kill my friend here, I just get a bit irritable when I think somebody's being careless. No matter now, Rascal's fine and he seems content again." Slapping the elf on the back, he grins. Loudly, he orders a drink from the barkeep. "Frick, another two mugs of this fine Dwarven ale please." Looking at the elf he finishes up. "Trust me, you'll like it. Probably not as fancy as your kin's spirits, but it definately packs a punch."
Turning his attention back to Cid he starts again. "My good man, if your grandfather was as masterful a craftsman as you say he was, then I'm sure that his staff is far from devoid of it's power. I believe that things manifest themselves given the right time and the right circumstances. Perhaps this little job of ours will provoke the staff into aiding you as it once aided your grandfather." Looking around the tavern, he echoes Gilda's words. "Now, where's that woman? I had hoped to hear her words prior to getting a bit tipsy. However should she wait much longer, her words may fall on dwarven ears which have been tainted by this wonderful ale."
Turning his attention back to Cid he starts again. "My good man, if your grandfather was as masterful a craftsman as you say he was, then I'm sure that his staff is far from devoid of it's power. I believe that things manifest themselves given the right time and the right circumstances. Perhaps this little job of ours will provoke the staff into aiding you as it once aided your grandfather." Looking around the tavern, he echoes Gilda's words. "Now, where's that woman? I had hoped to hear her words prior to getting a bit tipsy. However should she wait much longer, her words may fall on dwarven ears which have been tainted by this wonderful ale."
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Jade Solstar
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[DM/OOC-Sorry I havent posted anything new the past few days but ive been having internet problems...I will post later today asap once my internet is up again...dave]
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