Successful treatises were essential to a well-functioning kingdom. I set my mind to learning more about them.
(Diplomacy +20)
My fifth and final year at the Academy was very thrilling. I had been hearing about Archmage Lacius's private library since I first arrived.
I was invited in. (Needs 30 Mage Guild Faction)I was in the common area late one night when Master Durgan, the doorkeeper, came in to get a midnight snack. His small stature made him very quiet as he entered unobtrusively.
"How are your studies going?" he asked me in a friendly tone.
"They're going well, but I'm having some troubles with recursive enchantments."
"There's a book in the Archmage's library that explains it very well. Come along."
I got up immediately, astounded by my luck. He led me across the Academy to the Archmage's quarters, the torchlight reflecting on his bald head. He opened the door to the library and we were just about to enter when he said that he had forgotten an important task that he needed to do. I had no idea what he could have forgotten about that late at night, but I said that it was all right. He apologized and said that he'd get me the book the next day. He closed the door and hurried away. But the door didn't latch. It was ironic, considering that he was the doorkeeper.
1) So, I went in.
2) I closed the door and returned to my studies.Gorl Rockeater, a troll student.
Age: 18
Good: 55%
Evil: 45%
Body: 33%
Personality: 12%
Willpower: 27%
Fame: 2%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 9%
Conjuration: 4%
Divination: 18%
Enchantment: 18%
Healing: 90%
Illusion: 4%
Necromancy: 20%
Summoning: 18%
Transmutation: 4%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 50%
Agriculture: 5%
Diplomacy: 55%
Economics: 10%
Fighting: 50%
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, my girlfriend.
FACTIONS:
Kingdom Citizens: 20
Royal Family: 0
Elves: -50
Dwarves: 0
Orcs: -30
Thieves Guild: 0
Mage Guild: 50
Fighters Guild: 0
Gold: 265
INVENTORY:
A magical amulet that my grandfather used to own.
The Ring of Courage.