I knew a lot about Healing. I bandaged cuts and held arteries closed until the Academy healers arrived. It was a good thing I was there since I'm pretty sure I saved some lives.
(Fame +1, Mage Guild +25, Healing +10)
Master Lacius, the Archmage of the Academy, called me into his office. His raven, Ciel, was perched on his shoulder. The bird watched me with her black eyes as I entered.
"A tragic occurrence," he said to me. "I have always found it difficult to understand why Healing isn't taught in a formal classroom setting. It's only custom that has dictated Healing to belong to clerics and priests. Nothing should prevent wizards from learning this magic as well."
He paused for a moment, as though studying me, his fingers lightly scratching his neatly trimmed brown beard. "Would you be interested in taking some Healing courses if we were to start offering them?"
1) I said yes.
2) I said no.Gorl Rockeater, a troll student.
Age: 17
Good: 55%
Evil: 45%
Body: 33%
Personality: 7%
Willpower: 24%
Fame: 1%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 11%
Conjuration: 6%
Divination: 20%
Enchantment: 6%
Healing: 60%
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: 35
Fighters Guild: 0
Gold: 25
INVENTORY:
Nothing.