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A middle-aged man with shoulder-length black hair and white robes steps up, pulling a messy, rolled-up tome from his backpack without looking.
I do not know if this is counting, but I am finding this Tome of the Transmuter rolled up inside peg-leg of corpse, of all places. It is decently sized book of spells, but is also of the containing interesting economic theories. It is also of possessing a treatise on the shifting of shapes, and is of the making that kind of magic more good. I turned into Zarta, she copied the non-spell parts and did the handing back to me. This kind of thing is what you are talking about, yes?
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From a dark corner you hear a "Psst!"
A very thin, hooded man with bonelike fingers gestures Ming over. He is of middle age but looks to have been wracked by many diseases.
"Hyello.." he begins, his head bobbing from side to side, "I have found glooorious bones of ankshient persson. They lead me to great book that teaches the turning of corpses into friends." He brings a bony finger to his mouth in a "shh" gesture,"Do not tell brother I am here. He is looking for me. He wants to stop me from getting friends."
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From a dark corner you hear a "Psst!"
A very thin, hooded man with bonelike fingers gestures Ming over. He is of middle age but looks to have been wracked by many diseases.
"Hyello.." he begins, his head bobbing from side to side, "I have found glooorious bones of ankshient persson. They lead me to great book that teaches the turning of corpses into friends." He brings a bony finger to his mouth in a "shh" gesture,"Do not tell brother I am here. He is looking for me. He wants to stop me from getting friends."
Stealth: 1d20 +5 =>(18) + 5 = 23
"Smrt! Smrt! Is that you? I hear voice! COME HERE THIS INSTANT! YOU NEED CASTING OF SPELL 'PSYCHIC SURGERY!'
The man in white robes grabs a book from his backpack and starts furiously turning though pages.
"Smrt! I am knowing what the look of your spellbook is! If I find it, I am finding you!"
He starts casting a spell.
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From a dark corner you hear a "Psst!"
A very thin, hooded man with bonelike fingers gestures Ming over. He is of middle age but looks to have been wracked by many diseases.
"Hyello.." he begins, his head bobbing from side to side, "I have found glooorious bones of ankshient persson. They lead me to great book that teaches the turning of corpses into friends." He brings a bony finger to his mouth in a "shh" gesture,"Do not tell brother I am here. He is looking for me. He wants to stop me from getting friends."
Stealth: 1d20 +5 =>(18) + 5 = 23
[dice=perception]1d20+14
"Smrt! Smrt! Is that you? I hear voice! COME HERE THIS INSTANT! YOU NEED CASTING OF SPELL 'PSYCHIC SURGERY!'
The man in white robes grabs a book from his backpack and starts furiously turning though pages.
"Smrt! I am knowing what the look of your spellbook is! If I find it, I am finding you!"
He starts casting a spell.
** spoiler omitted **
Hearing the voice the bony man looks seriously at Ming,"You take, I will be back for this...with friends." As he finishes the statement he shoves a book into Mings chest and arms. And runs into the maze of book shelves.
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A few footsteps and the tick-tack sound of a canine trotting along comes down one of the hallways. A Chelaxian woman, with a skeleton of a wolf walking along side her with looks like saddlebags upon it. Noticing the commotion, she and her 'pet' walk over. "Oh? What is going on here?"
Not noticing anything out of the ordinary, she pulls out some large tomes out of the saddlebags and places them onto the table.
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The man in white robes pauses at the newcomer and stares disapprovingly at her undead companion for a moment.
"I . . . I will redeem you later!".
His spell directs him to the man dumbfounded holding Smert's spellbook. "Oh, this is being very mature Smert! What happens if he is doing the running off with your spellbook? Then you will be being the sorry! THIS IS WHY YOU NEED SPELL PSYCHIC SURGERY!"
The man in white madly dashes off into the maze of bookshelves after the creepy man in black.