As the enormous claw descended, I rolled out of the way. I remember lying on the ground with the mighty dragon Parnaxxus standing over me. Only I was left; Stewart, Hermann and Maris lay scattered about the cavern. I closed my eyes and spoke quickly, calling forth a bolt of pure arcane energy. The dragon advanced, thinking he had won the fight, but when I opened my eyes, he paused, perhaps feeling fear for the first time. My magical energy blasted forth from both of my hands, striking the dragon in the chest and tearing through his scaly armor. I clambered to my feet just in the nick of time as the dragon crashed to the ground where I had been lying. I had slain the mighty dragon Parnaxxus!
I walked slowly around the enormous corpse and returned to my party members. I revived Hermann first, who then used her divine magic to restore everyone else. It was an exhilarating time as we returned to the dead dragon and looked at what I had done. The magical blast had burned the heart out of the beast.
The dragon's lair was filled with treasure of all kinds. We weren't disappointed: gold, jewellery, and magical items were heaped into piles. It took us weeks to bring it all back to Tornassa, but the best piece of treasure was the softly glowing orb called a Dragonwish. This powerful piece of Dragon-magic could only be used once, which sent my mind reeling with the possibilities. Naturally, we retired from adventuring, as there was no need to put ourselves in harm's way anymore, and we were easily the most famous people in Daria.
(Gold +10000, Fame +10, Gained Dragonwish)
I looked forward to moving my wife out of the Full Cup Inn and into a real house, and it would be good for Harold as well. My fellow party members moved out almost right away, eager to begin a normal life. They took all of the extra unused equipment with them. Before I could find a new place to live, however, something historic happened.
It all began with a summons from the court wizard, Fraledan, to come to the castle immediately. I went right away and was allowed access past all the guards. The castle was a great representation of the kingdom; everything was in disrepair and looked untidy. The inner soldiers were standing outside the throne room doors, and they looked nervous. I approached with some apprehension, but they must have been told I was coming because they stepped aside to let me pass.
I entered the throne room and saw King Gareth sitting on his throne, reloading a crossbow. His hair was more silver than gray, but he was still in excellent physical shape. Prince Eric, his son, stood beside him with a panicked expression on his face. Prince Eric had grown into a handsome man at the age of 20, and he looked like his father. They were both staring across the room, where Prince Travis stood with the royal wizard Fraledan standing in front of him. Prince Travis was 29 years old and looked like his grandfather, the late King Norbert. At his feet, I saw an unmoving bundle of rich clothing with a spreading pool of bright red blood beneath it. It was Princess Emily, dead by the Mad King's own hand.
"This is madness!" Fraledan boomed, his gnarled oak staff gripped tightly in his hand.
King Gareth was giggling as he continued to turn the windlass on his crossbow. Drool ran from the corner of his mouth, and his dark eyes looked slightly out of focus.
"He must die, he'll have babies!" King Gareth said in a high-pitched voice. "Like a litter of rats, they'll come against me and try to take my throne!"
"No, uncle," Prince Travis said, his voice choked with emotion.
"Gareth, you've killed Emily," Fraledan said in a low voice, trying to make the Mad King see what he had done.
"Travis is your nephew, he loves you and supports you. Prince Eric is the rightful heir, there is no threat."
"Kill him!" King Gareth demanded of me. It was an enormous decision and I had no time to think about it.
1) I did as my king requested, blasting Prince Travis with fire.
2) The madness had gone too far, so I cast my magic against Gareth, the Mad King.Gorl Rockeater, an angelic troll wizard.
Age: 50
You are destined for heaven: 126 good karma.
Body: 63%
Personality: 27%
Willpower: 37%
Fame: 20%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 62%
Conjuration: 7%
Divination: 100%
Enchantment: 21%
Healing: 100%
Illusion: 7%
Necromancy: 48%
Summoning: 56%
Transmutation: 17%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 75%
Agriculture: 35%
Diplomacy: 100%
Economics: 20%
Fighting: 100%
Geography: 57%
History: 85%
Nature: 100%
Religion: 90%
Smithing: 12%
Thievery: 0%
Warcraft: 100%
FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS:
Familiar: Cat the dog
My warhorse named Dog.
- My mean parents.
- a human named Hermann, my wife
- my child, a gnome named Harold
- a human named Stewart, the fighter from my adventuring days.
- a human named Maris, the thief from my adventuring days.
FACTIONS:
Kingdom Citizens: 40
Royal Family: 30
Elves: 20
Dwarves: 15
Orcs: -15
Thieves Guild: 35
Mage Guild: 150
Fighters Guild: 15
Gold: 10648
INVENTORY:
A glowing orb of Dragon-Magic called a Dragonwish.
A wizardly staff.
A magical amulet that my grandfather used to own.
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