They were taken aback by this, feeling that their gift was being rejected. It took me some time to explain that this wasn't the case. I looked over both bundles in great detail, learning a lot about herb lore in the process. Finally, I think they understood what my intentions had been.
(Alchemy +10, Nature +10, Agriculture +10, Good +15)
The community of fey gathered around me; I could feel that they were very curious about me. I knew that something special was occurring. I had the opportunity to become a druid.
I declined the offer.I was happy to have helped, but I had my own destiny in mind. I turned down the offer to become a druid and continued onward toward the orc nation. Even though I didn't become a druid, I still learned a lot from the fey creatures.
(Nature +15)
We arrived at the great orc city. It wasn't really a city, but more of a collection of orc tribes. They had pelt houses and wooden enclosures that stretched across the wilderness. They were a rough species, but they allowed us to pass with only a few bad words and dirty looks. We stopped at an inn to rest before presenting ourselves to the Orc Chieftain.
"You must be the great wizard I heard about," the Orc Chieftain said to me when we arrived.
I gave him the peace treaty that Fraledan had given us.
"You will stay with us and bring back my reply."
The enormous orc warrior waved to his attendants, who led us to a tent for us to stay in.
A few weeks later, I was called back into the Orc Chieftain's tent. He seemed very unsure of himself, obviously enjoying the concessions made in the treaty but also wanting to continue with the invasion.
I smoothed over any last uncertainties, paving the way for peace. (Needs 40 Diplomacy)The treaty was already pretty sweet for the orcs, so it wasn't too difficult for me to show them just how good it was. The Chieftain signed the papers happily before sending me on my way.
(Diplomacy +10, Orc Faction +15)
Fraledan seemed tired and sad when we returned. He leaned heavily upon his old staff, and his eyes had bags under them. He was happy that the treaty had been accepted, but he knew that the concessions would weaken Daria even more. He gave us our reward for a job well done.
(Fame +1, Gold +175)
I was reading an old dusty tome when I had a surprise visitor at the Full Cup Inn.
"Good morning, Gorl Rockeater. I'm glad to see that you've continued to work on your magic."
It was Master Durgan, the doorkeeper of the Academy! I hadn't seen him in a long time, but he hardly seemed to have changed at all. He greeted me warmly as though the many years since I had failed to graduate didn't exist.
"I'm afraid this isn't a social call," he said, bowing his bald head. "We need your help."
We looked over our equipment and trained in our skills before we left.
(We trained Stewart, crafted the Collection of Poisons for Maris, and crafted the Elixir of Wisdom and the Ancient Holy Symbol for Hermann.)
We packed up our belongings and left the tavern. I could feel the wrongness the instant we arrived at the Academy.
"Archmage Lacius took ill a few weeks before the incidents began," Master Durgan explained.
"What incidents?" I asked.
Instead of telling me, he showed me. He muttered the magic words and waved his hands in intricate mystical designs. I recognized the simple spell and knew that it should have created a small ball of light. Instead of creating a soft illumination, it changed into something completely different. The very fabric of reality was torn in front of me and a sharp-toothed demon stepped forth! Master Durgan was ready for it and cracked its head open with his staff.
"This is happening with any spell cast near the Academy," Master Durgan explained. "They change into a Summoning spell. The greater the magic, the greater the demon summoned. The first summonings had been particularly destructive since the mages had tried to defend themselves with magic, which only made things worse."
1) I asked to see Archmage Lacius.
2) I experimented by casting various spells.
3) I went immediately to the large Academy library and began researching.
4) I apologized to Master Durgan, saying that I didn't know what to do either.
5) I told the doorkeeper that it was his problem and not mine.Gorl Rockeater, a troll wizard.
Age: 41
Good: 91%
Evil: 9%
Body: 53%
Personality: 17%
Willpower: 34%
Fame: 8%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 62%
Conjuration: 7%
Divination: 71%
Enchantment: 21%
Healing: 100%
Illusion: 7%
Necromancy: 48%
Summoning: 36%
Transmutation: 17%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 50%
Agriculture: 35%
Diplomacy: 100%
Economics: 10%
Fighting: 100%
Geography: 54%
History: 70%
Nature: 97%
Religion: 40%
Smithing: 12%
Thievery: 0%
Warcraft: 100%
FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS:
Familiar: Cat the dog
My warhorse named Dog.
- My mean parents.
MY PARTY:
Fighter: a human named Stewart of power: 8, wielding his sword
Thief: a human named Maris of power: 6, wielding her enchanted dagger
Cleric: My wife, a human named Hermann of power: 10, wielding her mace
FACTIONS:
Kingdom Citizens: 40
Royal Family: 30
Elves: 20
Dwarves: 15
Orcs: -15
Thieves Guild: 0
Mage Guild: 60
Fighters Guild: -20
Gold: 298
INVENTORY:
A magical amulet that my grandfather used to own.
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