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male dwarf wizard 1
![]() "Well I hate to be leaving my books at the moment but I suppose I can do a little traveling. I haven't been on the road in several months." He slams his empty mug on the table. "Very well Magmar, I will join this caravan. My magic'll sure come in handy. As long as they don't mind having some magical help around? You know I can't help those that refuse what help I offer." He looks around at the rest of the dinner table, making sure no magic fearing pansies are around. ![]()
male dwarf wizard 1
![]() "Bahahahah! Mushroom ale!? A true story no doubt!" he says with much sarcasm."I'll beat that easily. When I was as a young one. Barely out of my mother's arms. Hiding from her one day in an empty barrel in the brewery. Before I knew it they had picked up the barrel without noticing me in it, poured the newest batch till the barrel was full and sealed the lid." He paused for a moment to let them picture it. "I survived by drinking the whole barrel. Had to thump around till it fell off the stack and smashed on the ground. They didn't believe I truly got stuck when they found me neither. I got stuck cleaning cellars for a year! Hahah!" He laughs heartily before taking another swig of his drink and diving back into his meal. ![]()
male dwarf wizard 1
![]() "Ahhh nothing beats a good herbed roast! Hey lads?" Feruin digs in, using some of the human ways of eating that he has picked up from them in his many years of travels. He had had a rather long day chasing down several tomes that he wished to study. And after a whole afternoon of that he was starved. One thing this dwarf loved as much as finding obscure dwarven magic and histories was food. He looks around the table of the inn at the other dwarves, wondering what types he had the pleasure of dining with tonight. "Another mug of ale here!" he says to Magmar. ![]()
![]() Almost finished my character. Just have to finalize and then add my backstory. Please let me know if anything on my sheet does not match up, I may have not calculated my familiar correctly. Basic backstory is that I was hurt when young and disabled in a way causing me to be quite weak(str 9). Probably from some other magic during a goblin attack. When it was discovered I could and frequently practised my abilities in the arcane, my family disowned me, shunning me, leaving me no home. Not all the dwarves felt this way but my father was very against magic. I left and grew up in Varisia. Traveling all over in my quest for knowledge. Always wishing to find that which other dwarves of the arcane may have left behind. |