The trick was to rush my opponent and interrupt their casting. Once I did that, I had more time to cast my own offensive spells. My teacher gave me many texts by other wizards who had fought the same way.
(History +10, Warcraft +10)
I was beginning to learn that the Academy was a very dangerous place. I had made it to my fourth year, but I was becoming less concerned with the graduation rate and more ill at ease with the survival rate. Another accident took place in my Summoning class. Some student had gained access to the Archmage's personal library and learned a spell they couldn't control. I filed that thought away for later. The idea that extra-powerful tomes were kept apart was very interesting.
The spell began normally as the student made the necessary gestures and said the needed magic words. Unfortunately, he missed a key component to the spell, and the snakes he summoned were out of his control. To make matters worst, they were poisonous and extremely aggressive. They immediately began to attack everyone in sight.
I commanded the snakes to follow my orders. (Needs 30 Willpower)1) I grabbed a chair and fought the snakes. (Needs 30 Fighting)I fried them all with conjured lightning. (Needs 25 Conjuration)2) Several of the snakes bit me.Gorl Rockeater, a troll student.
Age: 18
Good: 55%
Evil: 45%
Body: 33%
Personality: 7%
Willpower: 24%
Fame: 1%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 11%
Conjuration: 6%
Divination: 20%
Enchantment: 6%
Healing: 90%
Illusion: 6%
Necromancy: 20%
Summoning: 20%
Transmutation: 6%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 50%
Agriculture: 5%
Diplomacy: 15%
Economics: 10%
Fighting: 35%
Geography: 20%
History: 30%
Nature: 7%
Religion: 20%
Smithing: 12%
Thievery: 0%
Warcraft: 30%
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:
A magical amulet that my grandfather used to own.