The dwarves handed over a great sum of money to us.
(Dwarf Faction +15, Gold +1250, Fame +1)
We left the dwarven kingdom and headed to Tornassa.
The next summer proved to be very dry and hot, and all across Daria farmers were having trouble with their crops. It wasn't a full-fledged drought or famine, but it was a difficult year. A few towns and villages were hit worse than others, including my home village. I heard about their troubles from a letter I received from the mayor. It wasn't one of our regular jobs, but I took it anyway.
Dog was happy to be moving, and so were the other mounts that the rest of my party were riding. It was an enjoyable ride as we traveled back to my home village.
(Geography +3)
Elmvale was much smaller than I had remembered it; I had seen many great things since I had been there last. The beautiful river that ran through my village was all dried up. My parents met us as we came in, insulting each member of my party in a condescending way before returning to their home.
We were given a room in the local tavern. We sat down with the mayor later that night to talk business. He said that the temple had used up all of their funds to help pay for food, but it wasn't going to be enough.
1) I brewed many potions which would allow the crops to grow with very little water. (Needs 30 Alchemy)I conjured a rain shower. (Needs 30 Conjuration)2) I summoned many water elementals. (Needs 25 Summoning)I created a fake rain shower and fake healthy plants. (Needs 25 Illusion)3) I didn't do anything to help my village.Gorl Rockeater, a troll wizard.
Age: 31
Good: 61%
Evil: 39%
Body: 53%
Personality: 17%
Willpower: 34%
Fame: 6%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 32%
Conjuration: 7%
Divination: 61%
Enchantment: 21%
Healing: 98%
Illusion: 7%
Necromancy: 48%
Summoning: 26%
Transmutation: 17%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 50%
Agriculture: 5%
Diplomacy: 90%
Economics: 10%
Fighting: 85%
Geography: 48%
History: 60%
Nature: 37%
Religion: 25%
Smithing: 12%
Thievery: 0%
Warcraft: 80%
FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS:
Familiar: Cat the dog
My warhorse named Dog.
- My mean parents.
MY PARTY:
Fighter: a human named Stewart of power: 6, wielding his sword
Thief: a human named Maris of power: 3, wielding her dagger
Cleric: My girlfriend, a human named Hermann of power: 8, wielding her mace
FACTIONS:
Kingdom Citizens: 40
Royal Family: 30
Elves: 20
Dwarves: 15
Orcs: -30
Thieves Guild: 0
Mage Guild: 60
Fighters Guild: -15
Gold: 1523
INVENTORY:
A magical amulet that my grandfather used to own.