It seemed like an odd hobby to me. Hermann would create tiny people out of tin and put them onto a large battlefield. It seemed a bit childish, but it was actually a lot of fun.
(Smithing +7, Warcraft +10)
It was late one night in my first year when I was scared out of my wits. I had been sound asleep in my bed when I heard someone say, "Your life shall begin anew."
I sat upright and was terrified to see a group of people standing around the bed in my tiny room. They were wearing black robes, masks, and silver necklaces shaped like skulls. One of them held a black robe and mask out to me. I knew right awaythat I was being invited to join the secret society of necromancers that operated out of the Academy.
1) I put on the robe and mask; this was the moment I had been waiting for.
2) I told them to leave.Gorl Rockeater, a troll student.
Age: 15
Good: 55%
Evil: 45%
Body: 38%
Personality: 6%
Willpower: 18%
Fame: 0%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 10%
Conjuration: 10%
Divination: 10%
Enchantment: 10%
Healing: 40%
Illusion: 10%
Necromancy: 20%
Summoning: 10%
Transmutation: 10%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 30%
Agriculture: 5%
Diplomacy: 15%
Economics: 10%
Fighting: 35%
Geography: 20%
History: 20%
Nature: 7%
Religion: 20%
Smithing: 12%
Thievery: 0%
Warcraft: 20%
FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS:
Familiar: Cat the dog
My horse named Dog.
- My mean parents.
- a human named Hermann, a friend I met at the academy.
FACTIONS:
Kingdom Citizens: 20
Royal Family: 0
Elves: -50
Dwarves: 0
Orcs: -30
Thieves Guild: 0
Mage Guild: 0
Fighters Guild: 0
Gold: 25
INVENTORY:
Nothing.
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Topic: Let's Choose in Life of a Wizard! (Read 68094 times)