Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 23:42:42 GMT -5
Father
In some ways I have begun progress satisfactorily. I recently graduated from the Bardic College. This has given me a reasonably wide selection of knowledge and eased my dislike of books. I’d still prefer to spend my time at court than in libraries, but haven’t exactly been receiving floods of invitations to courts. I’m doing much better, thank you, with instruments and voice. The formal courses in structured human magic did help me pick up a good number of extra spells, though I think I’ll be working for the most part with the more informal instinctive approach I learned from mother and her efreet kin.
I had vague hopes, working with the Pathfinders, of bringing light to dark places. Not so much. It is more that I’m bringing fire to wet places. My first jaunt was to a set of spires rising out of the sea. The second started in a realm appropriately called ‘The Puddles’, and ended on a slave ship. The third was a tour of a major city’s sewer system. It seems that much of human civilization stinks and rots. This is a big change from your desert volcano. There are positive sides in terms of meeting people and visiting many different places, but I have had more practice than I like with prestidigitation, keeping myself and my companions more or less dry and clean.
Still, it has financed a beginning. I’ve acquired a wardrobe, and begun a hopefully practical collection of wands and scrolls. I am looking for a property, a gathering place where my Bard friends might practice their art, and my financial friends might talk of theirs. If one can't wrangle invitations to court, buy your own court? Thus far, the right place doesn’t seem to be on the market. Perhaps my vision of what a court ought to be like is skewed. There seem to be no volcanoes in Absalom.
My fellow Pathfinders seem eccentric. One decided the man we were supposed to help was not going to achieve honor by his standard, and so killed him. I have worked with two over sized and quite deadly cats, both followed around by the same druid. There is a witch who very much needs to dig for her wardrobe in higher class cemeteries. Her caterpillar is better dressed than she, and he goes around nude. She seems to believe that brooms are intended for clobbering people, not for flying upon. I might be the 'normal' one, if a child of flame can be considered normal. Still, we are working together well enough. We are getting the job done, and getting back not drowned. That’s a beginning.
We do have to make sure in the future, that someone is carrying a cure wand. I thought it best to acquire my own.
Nuwairah
In some ways I have begun progress satisfactorily. I recently graduated from the Bardic College. This has given me a reasonably wide selection of knowledge and eased my dislike of books. I’d still prefer to spend my time at court than in libraries, but haven’t exactly been receiving floods of invitations to courts. I’m doing much better, thank you, with instruments and voice. The formal courses in structured human magic did help me pick up a good number of extra spells, though I think I’ll be working for the most part with the more informal instinctive approach I learned from mother and her efreet kin.
I had vague hopes, working with the Pathfinders, of bringing light to dark places. Not so much. It is more that I’m bringing fire to wet places. My first jaunt was to a set of spires rising out of the sea. The second started in a realm appropriately called ‘The Puddles’, and ended on a slave ship. The third was a tour of a major city’s sewer system. It seems that much of human civilization stinks and rots. This is a big change from your desert volcano. There are positive sides in terms of meeting people and visiting many different places, but I have had more practice than I like with prestidigitation, keeping myself and my companions more or less dry and clean.
Still, it has financed a beginning. I’ve acquired a wardrobe, and begun a hopefully practical collection of wands and scrolls. I am looking for a property, a gathering place where my Bard friends might practice their art, and my financial friends might talk of theirs. If one can't wrangle invitations to court, buy your own court? Thus far, the right place doesn’t seem to be on the market. Perhaps my vision of what a court ought to be like is skewed. There seem to be no volcanoes in Absalom.
My fellow Pathfinders seem eccentric. One decided the man we were supposed to help was not going to achieve honor by his standard, and so killed him. I have worked with two over sized and quite deadly cats, both followed around by the same druid. There is a witch who very much needs to dig for her wardrobe in higher class cemeteries. Her caterpillar is better dressed than she, and he goes around nude. She seems to believe that brooms are intended for clobbering people, not for flying upon. I might be the 'normal' one, if a child of flame can be considered normal. Still, we are working together well enough. We are getting the job done, and getting back not drowned. That’s a beginning.
We do have to make sure in the future, that someone is carrying a cure wand. I thought it best to acquire my own.
Nuwairah