I believe I shall quit as well. Sorry.
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"Hail, Sanket. I do know some magic, however I am afraid I have not yet learned to read thoughts. Neither am I the type who is good at charming others. I could try to learn a spell, but I am not sure if there is a wizard near us with it written down and the next town may be miles from us." The elf grabs the Ioun Torch and places it back in his bag.
Iska and Haroun go over to Sanket to retrieve the torch. "Hello there! I didn't quite get your name. So how did it go?" the elf says gleefully while scratching his nose from a tiny desert rash.
Iskandariel scruffles his backpack to look for his torch. After a few seconds, he pulls out a dull, grey gem which glows as a lantern would. He passes it on to Sanket. "Here!" says the elf "You're supposed to release it into the air. Ahahahaha. Just return it when you're done."
"Why thank you, dear sir." Iska jokes back with a fake womanly intonation, "You are most graciously kind" Iskandariel was fearful of the situation, but was never one to pass on a good joke. "By the way, I am Iskandariel. This is my friend, Haroun"
Even after the flames have been extinguished, Iskandariel still feels an emotional attachment to the wagon. He goes closer to it to investigate with Haroun by his side.
I really hope not
"If only I knew how a spell to help," says Iskandariel, "Something that could extinguish the flames or at least make more water to help out." As the flames are determined to consume the wagon, so is Iskandariel to help it survive.
"I'm not touching that thing!" says Iskandariel almost arrogantly, "I'm better off as I am now and helping than burnt! The elf continues to douse the flames, bucket by bucket.
"It would be easier if I were strong enough to carry this barrel to the flames! Iskandariel continues passing water as he was. "You there," the elf tells Nasir, "You think you are strong enough to carry this barrel? I will help you. We can call for additional help."
Iska smiles to Nasir and Sanket, recognizing them as part of the caravan crew. The smile is weirdly shared by Haroun. "Hi!" briskly says Iska as he helps people pass buckets of water form the reservoir to the fire. The elf's mind was blank of all but despair and Haroun could feel it. Nothing but "There might be people inside these fires. It has to be stopped. This WON'T happen again."
As soon as the caravan hits the town, Iska jumps off with Haroun. Unfortunately, the elf has no spells prepared that can help in this situation. He searches for a faster solution and instructs his tiny friend to do so as well whilst running towards the wagon to help the people douse the flames. "Anything, Haroun?"
I haven't stated my prepared spells yet. May I prepare Drench, or is that too meta-gamey? EDIT: NVM. I just found out it's a rare cantrip.
Iska keeps a smile as the various caravan people pass by with their glum faces and sun-dried hearts. Nobody seems to care about others except for the well-equipped Keleshite who has been quite the gentleman to the ladies. It's alright. Iska has never been good with others and has grown used to it. As the sun rises to its climax and the day's fire spreads throughout the desert sand, the elven wizard starts to wave his hands around his clothes as if he was painting the air around it with an invisible brush. "Kisebb varazslatos." he says silently. As soon as he say the two words his clothes and backpack start to feel colder, although the sun's heat still hits him. He then takes his turban and wraps his face, leaving only his eyes seen, and takes Haroun to his bag. As he is certain they are both well cooled, he carries on with what he knows best: smiling and minding his own.
Ooh. A pesh addiction. Are we using the addiction rules from the APG?
A cheerful elf walks to the wagon to help unload. He wears the usual garb of a Katapeshi, but runic facial tattoos and dread-locked hair tell of his Mwangi wild elf past. He goes to the wagon with an unusual friend, a tiny dinosaur standing around 2 feet tall, and carries a sword, although his physique and lack of armor tells he is not a warrior. "Let's go, Haroun." the elf tells his scaly friend, "I may obviously be not as strong as these other guys, but I can carry a crate or two! Old friend Iska is not as flimsy as you think! Ahahahaha!" The dinosaur simply complies and walks beside the elf in a skittish gait as his partner joins the crew line to pass crates from the wagon. The elf positions himself beside the Vudran who seems to be enjoying the day as well. The elf is able to carry the crates, but to no surprise, he has more trouble than his bulkier counterparts.
Anything's cool as long as we stay the right level at the right time, I guess.
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