I brewed some nonsense potion, but when it came time to bottle our creations, I used the potion that Hermann had made instead of my own. It was close, as her potion skills weren't much better than my own. But it was enough, and we both passed.
(Alchemy +5)
There was a terrible accident in my Transmutations class at the beginning of my third year. We were taking turns working on a standard spell when a young red-haired boy's magic went wild. The walls turned translucent and then shiny as the brick turned to glass. A loud crack silenced everyone in the room, but there was no time to think before the roof came crashing down upon us. Many students were badly injured from flying glass and falling stone.
1) I was able to help out a lot. (Needs 20 Healing)
2) I was able to help out a little bit. (Needs 10 Healing)
3) I tried to help. (Needs 1 Healing)
4) I chose not to help anyone.Gorl Rockeater, a troll student.
Age: 17
Good: 55%
Evil: 45%
Body: 33%
Personality: 7%
Willpower: 24%
Fame: 0%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 11%
Conjuration: 6%
Divination: 20%
Enchantment: 6%
Healing: 50%
Illusion: 6%
Necromancy: 20%
Summoning: 20%
Transmutation: 6%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 50%
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: 10
Fighters Guild: 0
Gold: 25
INVENTORY:
Nothing.