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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 794138" data-attributes="member: 2561">[ooc: sorry everyone, my isp went into a coma for the weekend and I only just finished reading everything now. Seamus Campbell is my character: neutral good human, bard 10/ weightless Foot Ninja 5 (I think that combination of lvls works, can't remember). I think its safe to say he started at 10 and through his doings in recent happenings gained 5 lvls.]Seamus sits in Candlekeep, long ago he stopped printing his books, it was impossible considering all the uprisings and such, then again he didn't want any more distributors of books to die. The copies he kept for himself are stacked in a corner gathering dust.He looks around the humble room his sponsors had provided for him out of good will when all the trouble started.  He had made it a priority to help those researchers in Candlekeep whenever he could with his knowledge of history. Now though things were different, he couldn't help solve the red death. Each day he wracked his brain for the slightest crumb of history which would contain wisdom for this time. Each day his lack of results caused his guilt to build. Word reaches him that the Red Death seeks out those who use magic, also he hears of what happened to the Chosen of Mystra. Being a fairly heavy dabbler in the arts first thing he did was take an uncomfortable expression and twiddle his thumbs, now scared of using the simplest cantrips for ease of living. He was at odds on whether to dispose of his magic items, being so attached to them as he were.I can't sit here in fear... wait, I've done that for a few months now I could keep it up easy, but its better if I go out and try to do something.After a week following in undecision upon this simple thought he leaves and takes the road less travelled, nay, untravelled, to see people in charge and offer his meager assistance. It was time he stopped feeling guilty for not helping. He'll do whatever he can to help, but shows a preferance to explore the world of Earth. Seamus hopes to assist the Silver Cabal there however he can with his knowledge and experience in digging up the past and the truths lying therin. With luck the truths of the past may contain clues to solving problems of the present. If he does end up going to earth he makes a clear effort to not use magic.In reference to the past though, while he still published books, he was the person he spoke out against the publisher who tried to remove luck from games of chance. He also spoke out against or supported anything that his research gave evidence on. During these times he went great lengths to give his learned opinion to the world and was quite surprised when the Gnomes of Lantan didn't offer him publishing using their special books <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />. What he did do in fact before his memory of the happening was erased was bad mouth the power hungry gnome, and stated his disbelief at hearing such things from one (the conversation came to an abrupt end when Seamus attempted to remove the gnome's face, claiming he was a some kind of demon in disguise). He learned not too long afterwards of the memory erasion involved and kinda estimated what would have happened (he obviously can't see himself trying to pull the face off a gnome though).He tries to think happy thoughts as he treks through the wilderness with a handful of close friends: the few who remained alive and well in the current times. Soon though he starts playing a tune on his guitar as they walk, something he invented spur of the moment."You know," he says, impressed by his own work under the depressing world-wide state, "I think I'll call the song 'Classical Vapour'."</blockquote>

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