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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 1056921" data-attributes="member: 552">"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."</blockquote>

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