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Make sure your players know how to properly hold a sword! I’d give extra points for the last one.
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“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” -Max Ehrmann
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Slowly the Wizard rises and walks to his porch. Exiting his home he notices the cold and retreats back inside.
Frankie stares at him. "I know it's cold but you still won't use the toilet normally, so you have to go outside."
The dog huffed and walked over to the kitchen and lay down by the stove for warmth.
The Wizard walked over and packed his pipe with some herbs. Sitting on his stained old wooden chair with the old pillow on it, He lit the pipe as he used his magic to make himself a coffee while he smokes his pipe.
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Early in the morning the Wizard rises. Brewing his coffee and begining his research.
The new herbs he procured from the wilds have dried sufficiently and he begins to grind the leaves in his Mortar and Pestle.
Placing the ground concoction on a small metal plate, the Wizard lowers a glass bowl over the plate.
The fumes collect and travel along tubes to a small bag of sorts. The bag inflates but also shrinks at the same time, as smoke is poured into it.
The Wizard detaches the bag and breathes deeply as the sweet citrus smell rushes him, coating his world in its smell. He retreats from the bag to his chair, exhaling he begins to cough.
"Holy SHIT! That's a rather fine herb I've found. I must cultivate more for 'research purposes'."
His familiar, a reanimated dog with the mind of his childhood friend, stares at him with condemnation.
"Oh, don't look at me like that Frankie you judgemental prick. You used to smoke more than anyone." Said the Wizard, sneering at his familiar.
The Wizard rose and got his coffee then walked over to his desk and pulled a book from the shelf near the fireplace.
As it lazily floated towards him the Wizard sipped his coffee, "oooo, I needed that." He said as the book rested in front of him and turned to the page he was reading.
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LOCATE THE WHIMSY
IF NONE, CREATE THE WHIMSY
MAINTAIN THE WHIMSY
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Rogue: pros of wearing black: it looks badass
Rogue: cons: everyone knows i had powdered donuts
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There is something lurking, watching over the Wizard.
The kindness of others saved this decrepit caster of the arcane.
Thank you spirits and being beyond for kindness and gifts when all seems to crumble.
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The demons who birthed the Wizard lie and add too many contingencies to make any deal they make not worth it.
The Wizards' childhood was filled with these "deals" and "compromises".
Make sure you only trust and rely on those whom you deem worthy. Be not led to hardships by those who wish to see you destroyed or downtrodden.
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Just when thing were going the Wizards way, anxiety grabbed him in a bear hug, crushing any hope or joy he may have accumulated.
Weary after the struggle the Wizard goes to his chair and begins to sleep.
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Hello! My name is Nastya Litepla (you can call me "litepla"). I am an illustrator from Ukraine. I create illustrations and everything related to them and I'll be glad to see new subscribers! :)
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