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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Wizard Nosnibor" data-source="post: 2816313" data-attributes="member: 40162">((Ok.. That was the character Description... Here is the First Letter))Dear Aunty Beryl,I send my most sincere heartfelt apologies for the unacceptable amount time since my last correspondence however Pussy and I have been very busy in our essential and very important job of saving lives and doing good works. Many things have changed in our lives since my last missive to you and there is much I should to impart to you about our current circumstances. I’d also like to ask you about the downy hair that appears to have started growing in my… Well I’ll talk about that later. When I last wrote Pussy and I had just been accepted into the employment of the Duke of a land called Rhoesone, my job title was Court Magician and Worker of State Accepted Wonders and Pussy was given the title of Minister of Cat Affairs. These were esteemed positions with lots of responsibility and a special hat. I was also given a special Horsie to ride whom I called Robinson. Pussy got a rather natty collar too.  As the job was in a Country of Men I knew there would be a lot of differences to Elven Society and that tolerance to our ways would be surely lacking, especially towards our regular playing of the biscuit game. Though Duke Rhoesone himself was a lovely man with nice bouncy hair and a little curly quiff that made him look so regal and handsome, he had some advisors who had distinctly anti-elven views, though I’m sure they had good reason as they were also lovely chaps. So after a short time in the employ of the Duke it turned out that I was an evil traitor to the crown (and poor Pussy was my demon familiar) and was banished into what I remember from my 11+ as a Circomvoluted Interplanar Vortex, which was a bit of surprise to me as I’m sure you can guess. Poor Robinson got turned inside out in the process; it’s quite interesting how that sometimes happens with Circomvoluted Interplanar Vortices. Remember Cousin Norma and the accident with the Reticulated Negative Energy Prism, the Thaumaturgic Void capacitor and the pickled herring? Oh how we laughed! And so Dear Aunty we found ourselves conveyed to the world of Faerun, which is a marvellous place filled with wonders abound and magical sparkly things in abundance. I even found a new Horsie to ride, whom I called Robinson. And so my self and Pussy and Robinson all set off into this new world to look for adventure and make our mark. Though not like Pussy makes her mark, as that is rude and not polite in civilised society, though it appears to be completely acceptable in Pussy society. This seems odd as Pussy Society seems to involve a lot of cleaning and sleeping and licking of things, which would indicate that they’re cleaner than us yet they make woopsies on things to mark them. I’ll have to ask Pussy about this in more detail when I have time, perhaps I’ll tell you what she says in another letter.Pussy and I weren’t in Faerun very long when we came across and joined a wonderful band of jolly do-gooders who were out in search of excitement, adventure and honourable deeds of daring do to do. There was Rugrat a brave and hearty warrior of the Dwarvern diminutive race. There was Suzie Creamcheese a white witch and shape shifter of fey power. There was Jadus a Holy man filled with wisdom and revered for his divine channelings. There was Blackmore an eloquent Bard who played music to make the very celestials themselves weep. Oh what a happy band we were! We were brave, and we were strong, and after some initial problems we were clean of tongue once they agreed to take up my idea of using a swear box.   We travelled to an area called Icewind Dale, which was an area to the North of Faerun that was very cold in climate and snowy all of the time. I had such fun making snow men and having snowball fights, though as Protection from Normal Missiles appears to work on Snowballs the others have agreed to play with me less. I wished we’d have had time to go skating or sledging, but we had daring do’s to do and I was quite busy knitting scarves for the other members of the Party. I have been recently experimenting with that nice Herringbone pattern that Nanny Peggy used to use; it makes for lovely warm scarves. During our time in the North we fought many fell creatures that appeared bent on attacking us most grievously, though they were probably really nice deep down. We took up a noble quest to free the wife of a friendly druid whom we’d met. A charming man with interesting personal hygiene called Agurather. On our travels my Horsie Robinson sadly drowned, which is odd as I always thought Horsies could swim. I was ever so upset and Pussy was inconsolable but my nice friends Jadus and Blackmore held a funeral and sang songs for him, it was very moving and I cried a lot. But I knitted some nice woolly hats for everyone and this made me feel a lot better. After travelling on this adventure for some time, and after many trilling encounters with numerous violent monsters, who were probably just misunderstood, we came across the evil wife-napping Zilrus. So with the brave Rugrat fighting bravely, and the fluffy Suzie Creamcheese turning into a lovely fluffy bear to fight bravely( and fluffily), and the Holy Jadus channelling the power from his Holy god to fight bravely, and with Blackmore raising our spirits with a rousing tune and fighting bravely, and with me helping in my own minor way we eventually defeated the evil (though probably a little misunderstood) Zilrus and freed Agurathers lovely wife Serelis from an icy bondage. Also for my help in this endeavour I was awarded Zilrus’ mighty magical mace, which was also a wand of great power and could also help chill drinks. I was so proud that my companions had entrusted me with such a great responsibility that I feel this is a testament you your guardianship of myself as a child and I dedicated my custodianship of this artefact to you and Uncle Nobby. Oh what a happy day that was! Agurather and Serelis were so happy to see each other that there was smooching and tears of joy; I can feel my ears burning at the happy memory of it even now. Our happy band had saved the maiden, defeated the villain and been rewarded with treasures beyond our imaginings. I my self was so happy that I cried copiously, though it was rather cold and my tears turned to ice and nearly froze my eyes shut. After this daring adventure our coterie of courageous companions returned to a town called Haskan Port, where we purchased a lovely Piebald Horsie to ride, whom Pussy and I agreed to call Robinson. In Haskan Port we had some thrilling adventures which involved a misunderstanding with some Ogres, some Hobgoblins, some Astral Constructs and an Annis, all of whom I am sure would have been lovely people under different circumstances if only they had not become preoccupied with the guarding of some Magical Manacles. Why do certain races feel the need to find a magical whatnot and defend it with their lives? They never actually appear to use said whatnot, they just seem to want to stop anyone else from using it. I’m sure this is what comes of being selfish and of having been denied love and cuddles as children. I’m sure this is the solution Dear Aunty; Orcs and Hobgoblins and those sorts just need more cuddles. Though this could get a little tricky in the case of a Gelatinous Cube, perhaps soothing music would work? I know many people call these races the ‘Monster’ races, however this is certainly a racist and bigoted point of view and should have no place in any right thinking adventurers vocabulary. I have come to start thinking of these monsters and evil villains as the ‘Alingmently Challenged’ or the ‘Differently good’. If only we could think of better ways of dealing with them than hacking them into little bits or blowing them up. Oh do tell me you views upon this subject Dear Aunty; I know you have a fine understanding of Adventurer Ethics and your valuable opinions on this subject could help me through a difficult moral dilemma. Pussy thinks you could help too.Well after all of our recent excitement in the frigid North Country our band of happy adventurers decided that it was time for a holiday in warmer climes. So contacting an experienced Mage of our recent acquaintance he has agreed to use a powerful teleport spell to send us to a more equatorial region on the morrow. Blackmore says he is pining for balmy evenings and dusky maidens because he has an itch to scratch, whatever he means by that, I have offered to show him how to make a soothing ointment though he has refused. Though it will be nice to be in more clement weather I hope it won’t be too warm as I feel my knitted scarves will become redundant, and the big woolly jumper I’m making for Rugrat will be of no use to him at all. I am also worried by the looks of our ‘Experienced’ teleporting wizard, he got rather squiffy in the Tavern tap room last night and I worry about his capacity to correctly and safely get us to our destination. Suzie made an excellent suggestion saying that I should be Teleported first because I was a Wizard and would be able to make sure he was casting the spell correctly, and Blackmore made a joke about making sure he wouldn’t jog the wizards arm as he cast it. I agreed to this, but am not wholly sure that I will be able to tell whether he is casting it without error as I myself am unable to cast this spell. Perhaps I’ll learn how to from the wizard?Well Dear Aunty I am going to finish this letter as it is time for me and Pussy to go to bed. I have a big day of teleporting tomorrow and I still have all of the parties ironing to finish. I hope this letter finds you in good health and please send my love to Uncle Nobby and the family. Pussy has asked me to send her special regard to the mice in the Kitchen.Your Loving NephewThe Wizard Nosnibor</blockquote>

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