You are sitting in the third row of the Grand Hall, on the 5th level of the Spiraltower. You have spent the last 17 years in this place studying the Weather and Spirit magic. As of now you are about to receive your first Star from your mentor Haggard Butterbeer, who is standing on the podium, wearing a fancy Garganthuan-Spidersilk festivity-gown of emerald colour. On his chest you see an amulet of a golden star, with a perfect hexagonal ruby stuck in the middle. This is rank. He is a High-Wizard of 23rd Degree. He is an unlikely wizard, one of the likes you seldom see, a small but sturdy man with braided long hair, and a huge beard as well as belly. He taught you for the last 7 years, your aprenticeship years, and approaches magic with an alcohol filled stomach. From him you learned, that different alcohols give you different kind of effects in your particular spells.
As you think about the alcohol, you reach for your handy little book of drinks. Ah, it is still in your left kneepocket, your copy of "Studies on the Improbabilities of Magic under the Influence of Alcoholes" by Haggard Butterbeer. You remember that it had helped you through quite the situation, like during the time when you drank Vodka and it's ingredients gave you the kick to knack the temperature low enough for you to escape over the lake in the 8th floor. You also think of the time when you had to blow the windmill on level 12 for an entire week, and the Beer gave you the durability to cast an effect for the course of an entire day.
Your lips become dry, and you reach for the silver flask on your right kneepocket. You take a sip of tequila. The whispers of the spirits strengthen a little bit, but the effect is very subtle, as you need more quantities to reach the full effect.
Not every wizard approves your mentors approach, as each Chaot favours his school the most. All Chaotic Wizards are very proud and fond of their Illusions, but if they learn a new thing they might topple all their beliefs at once and state a completely new theorem on a whim.
You step forward as your old name is pronounced, and you wander off towards the podium. Oh yea, this is the moment you have been waiting for all your life.You reach for the golden star in the hands of Haggard and poof it is gone. You look down to your chest and see a golden star, in the size of a thumbnail, on your gown. While this may seem belittleing to an outsider, it is a high honour to receive a star. Only a few hundreds have claimed one ever. You are a hope for the chaotic faction, as numbers are important. You scream our your new name: "I am Urustman the Bleached" and some of the bystanders begin to laugh.
After the ceremony you step down to your loungy room. You see some weather maps, some spirit guides, and your bag of travels on the bed. You take your bag of travels and leave the tower. Poof!
You are standing in the Kingdom of the Mammoth Badger. The Tower is not located here, as it truly lays in a different space. You are merely at one of its gatepoints.
You have a mission to solve if you want to return to the tower to gain more stars.
You must save a Kingdom.
You are standing on a field of hills. Hills wherever you look, some covered in forest some not, but fields. In the far distance to the North you see a castle.
Name: Urustman the Bleached
Magic: 2 Forces, 1 Spirits
Other Skills: Magic Jousting, Beardkeeping/Jousting, Ent-Tipping
Alignment:Chaotic
School:Alcohol
Inventory:
Silver Flask of Tequila
"Studies on the Improbabilities of Magic under the Influence of Alcoholes"
Bag of Travels
-Bedroll
-Frying Pan
-Knife
Magical Robe (Connected to you, goes through the same magical effects as yourself)
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Topic: [SG]A Journey to Magic (Read 1992 times)