Argent Silvermage
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Totally and utterly self absorbed?WizarDru said:
Too Busy trying not to get eaten?
Wondering when my new Animal Companion will show?
A.D.D.
The list goes on and on.
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Too Busy trying not to get eaten?
Wondering when my new Animal Companion will show?
A.D.D.
The list goes on and on.
LordVyreth
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WizarDru said:All will serve the Emperor.
Certain creatures will be familiar in the next update, slightly gussied up, perhaps.
Innnteresting. That being said, I may have to seek revenge against you by not helping you with any more ideas. Why? Because. I. Can't. Get. Magical. Trevor. Out. Of. My. Frigging. BRAIN!! Seriously, that thing is insanely catchy. And I thought Badger was crack for your ears.
dravot
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Do you know why you can't get rid of the song? Because Magical Trevor is ever so clever.LordVyreth said:
It was a fun game, and we had a guest with us, to boot. The Far Realms is a whacky place, indeed. I fully expect one or more party members to pick up a level of alienist before this is over.
Argent Silvermage
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Dravot to Bolo, "Excuse me master Druid but when did you pick up the Pseudo-natural template for your dire bear form?"
Valanthe the Sleepless
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the unseen "Hand"
In some of the in-between time, Scorch has been busy with the guild reconstruction. And as strange as it seems, Val has a role to play in this as well...
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I don’t keep diaries.
I hate ‘em. This is just some notes, so I remember things later. You know… who needs watching, who needs to be taken care of and what I want to call them as I kick ‘em off the cliff and watch ‘em fall. That sort of thing.
Hammer’s been redecorating his home a lot lately. I swear, he thinks he’s a dwarf, not a dragon, sometimes. I had to stop by after the nonsense with Dravot’s grandfather. The Forge (does anyone even remember to call it the Stone Tooth, anymore?) has a long series of catwalks on the outside of it, now. At the top is the Concordant’s Tower.
What IS it with wizards, anyways? Scorch and all the rest have to have these extravagant houses like some Dyvers silk merchant, showing off their ‘secret’ lair. A giant stone tower with smoke coming out of it that’s visible from 10 miles off isn’t that hard to find. Idiots.
So, Hammer and I got reacquainted, and then I had some actual business to take care of. Luckily, unlike most wizards, the Concordant’s name actually applies to him. I took advantage of the chance to keep my skills in shape, and broke in. I know, I know… it’s a bad habit. But I can’t help it! I mean, defenses were made to be tested. You see a lock, I see a challenge… a gauntlet that some smarmy jerk threw down, just DARING me to get inside. It was pathetically easy.
Well, that’s not fair. The Concordant isn’t the ShadowTaker, he’s just a odd fellow with a talent for the weird. As Scorch gets more skilled, he gets… surlier. Not colder, really, but just more calculating. He’s always looking at things… and People (!) like he’s weighing their value. This new ‘Guild Minister’ nonsense may not be a phase, after all. He can still be ‘goosed’, though. Trust me on that one. Anyhow, I snuck in and startled the poor little wizard, but he relaxed pretty quickly. Between you and me, I think he’s been smoking some of those weeds from the Amedio jungle… he’s smarter than Scorch about some things… but he’s very… odd. Just odd.
Never mind. The point is that I got his attention.
“Woah. You’re that…uhm…Valanthe, right?”
“None other. I have a favor to ask, from Scorch.” He was paying attention, but he didn’t suddenly kowtow or get nervous the way some mages do when I mention Scorchie’s name. Weeds, I’m telling ya, weeds.
“From, uh, the Guild Minister. Right, …OK.” He stumbled around looking for some parchment. Eventually I pointed out he was carrying some in his hand, when I figured out what he was up to. “Thanks. Uhm, so is this for the Guild?”
“Sort of,” I explained. “The guild needs its own…what can I call it? Its own conscience. I’m in charge of it, and I need some amulets or rings or something to identify members to the guild and each other.”
“Woah.” He looked at me oddly.
“Yes, well, can you make something like that?” I was busy trying to figure out if he was checking me out (Hey, a girl always likes to be noticed) or if he actually was working towards something.
“Uhm, yeah. I’ve got some basic ones premade I can adapt, I guess. Could you stop fading in and out like that? It’s real hard to talk to you when you do that. It’s freaking me out, y’know.” I realized I was inadvertantly shifting in and out of the void. I do that, sometimes. It’s just second nature, and he needs better lighting in his lab. I concentrated to allow him to keep noticing me.
“That’d be perfect,” I said. Without meaning to, I broke out into a smile. Nothing, to me, is funnier than putting one over on a wizard. I can’t tell you why that is. Being impossible to see to a fairly powerful one? Yeah, it’s a kick.
“You want anything on them, like a symbol or…?” was his next question.
“Yes. I want…a Hand. That’s who we are, and who we’ll be…the Hand of the Guild.”
“Oh, right. How many are we…uh, you?”
“Hah! Well we’re four now, lad, and we’ll need a good twenty more, by my reckoning,” cried Burlden, apparating from the ethereal. Verilunda and Littleshade followed. The Concordant let out a girlish shriek for each one, and it took me several minutes to quiet him down after that. We discussed a few more things and he gave me some notes with wizard nonsense on it for Scorch, and then we departed.
Gods, I love spooking wizards.
In some of the in-between time, Scorch has been busy with the guild reconstruction. And as strange as it seems, Val has a role to play in this as well...
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I don’t keep diaries.
I hate ‘em. This is just some notes, so I remember things later. You know… who needs watching, who needs to be taken care of and what I want to call them as I kick ‘em off the cliff and watch ‘em fall. That sort of thing.
Hammer’s been redecorating his home a lot lately. I swear, he thinks he’s a dwarf, not a dragon, sometimes. I had to stop by after the nonsense with Dravot’s grandfather. The Forge (does anyone even remember to call it the Stone Tooth, anymore?) has a long series of catwalks on the outside of it, now. At the top is the Concordant’s Tower.
What IS it with wizards, anyways? Scorch and all the rest have to have these extravagant houses like some Dyvers silk merchant, showing off their ‘secret’ lair. A giant stone tower with smoke coming out of it that’s visible from 10 miles off isn’t that hard to find. Idiots.
So, Hammer and I got reacquainted, and then I had some actual business to take care of. Luckily, unlike most wizards, the Concordant’s name actually applies to him. I took advantage of the chance to keep my skills in shape, and broke in. I know, I know… it’s a bad habit. But I can’t help it! I mean, defenses were made to be tested. You see a lock, I see a challenge… a gauntlet that some smarmy jerk threw down, just DARING me to get inside. It was pathetically easy.
Well, that’s not fair. The Concordant isn’t the ShadowTaker, he’s just a odd fellow with a talent for the weird. As Scorch gets more skilled, he gets… surlier. Not colder, really, but just more calculating. He’s always looking at things… and People (!) like he’s weighing their value. This new ‘Guild Minister’ nonsense may not be a phase, after all. He can still be ‘goosed’, though. Trust me on that one. Anyhow, I snuck in and startled the poor little wizard, but he relaxed pretty quickly. Between you and me, I think he’s been smoking some of those weeds from the Amedio jungle… he’s smarter than Scorch about some things… but he’s very… odd. Just odd.
Never mind. The point is that I got his attention.
“Woah. You’re that…uhm…Valanthe, right?”
“None other. I have a favor to ask, from Scorch.” He was paying attention, but he didn’t suddenly kowtow or get nervous the way some mages do when I mention Scorchie’s name. Weeds, I’m telling ya, weeds.
“From, uh, the Guild Minister. Right, …OK.” He stumbled around looking for some parchment. Eventually I pointed out he was carrying some in his hand, when I figured out what he was up to. “Thanks. Uhm, so is this for the Guild?”
“Sort of,” I explained. “The guild needs its own…what can I call it? Its own conscience. I’m in charge of it, and I need some amulets or rings or something to identify members to the guild and each other.”
“Woah.” He looked at me oddly.
“Yes, well, can you make something like that?” I was busy trying to figure out if he was checking me out (Hey, a girl always likes to be noticed) or if he actually was working towards something.
“Uhm, yeah. I’ve got some basic ones premade I can adapt, I guess. Could you stop fading in and out like that? It’s real hard to talk to you when you do that. It’s freaking me out, y’know.” I realized I was inadvertantly shifting in and out of the void. I do that, sometimes. It’s just second nature, and he needs better lighting in his lab. I concentrated to allow him to keep noticing me.
“That’d be perfect,” I said. Without meaning to, I broke out into a smile. Nothing, to me, is funnier than putting one over on a wizard. I can’t tell you why that is. Being impossible to see to a fairly powerful one? Yeah, it’s a kick.
“You want anything on them, like a symbol or…?” was his next question.
“Yes. I want…a Hand. That’s who we are, and who we’ll be…the Hand of the Guild.”
“Oh, right. How many are we…uh, you?”
“Hah! Well we’re four now, lad, and we’ll need a good twenty more, by my reckoning,” cried Burlden, apparating from the ethereal. Verilunda and Littleshade followed. The Concordant let out a girlish shriek for each one, and it took me several minutes to quiet him down after that. We discussed a few more things and he gave me some notes with wizard nonsense on it for Scorch, and then we departed.
Gods, I love spooking wizards.
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