“Has anyone seen my spell book?”
They all turned and looked at Eric in astonishment, especially Daemon, for this intrepid group of travelers knew exactly the terrible event that had just befallen my poor confidant. A wizard without his spell book is like, well its like a wizard without his spell book. All the time and energy spent filling that book with his bread and butter … and now it seems as though it was all for nought.
I remember how it started.
It was after ridding the world of another genie that Eric and his merry band of miscreants headed off on a job for the military. I remember the conversation with Fangeye, the sometimes dim but always daring and good intentioned Barbarian, “Fangeye we’re heading out and doing some work for the military.” said Cyrus in his most confident and proud voice.
“So we’re soldiers of fortune.”
“Well kind of we have a contract to do some military work.”
“… So we’re soldiers of fortune.”
“I dont know if thats what I’d call it we’re more like Heroes working for the betterment of the world.”
“… So we’re soldiers of fortune.”
Before we left there was the ghastly business of Jasper, a great hero lost in the fight against a 12 foot nervous wreck. Camille of course was heartbroken, her brother was her whole world. Camille and her brother had become closer then any siblings Ive ever known. She kept up a strong and stoic front but we all knew she was suffering a great heart ache. Cyrus was always there to console her, in all of his failed attempts at whooing the vixen I think this was the first time he was ever really genuine with her. Having just saved the city from near destruction though proved to be a blessing, as General Kip along with Daemon put in a good word with the local Pelorian worshipers to bring life back to their newfound fallen hero. I could see the pain in Eric’s face as these events transpired, for as much he dreamed and aspired to someday be the best help in this situation, at this turn he still had much to learn and there was really nothing he could do.
Back on the trail of adventure we headed to fulfill our deal with the defenders of the land. We were escorted by a drunk, no worse then that, this man was a, how do you say Frenchman. The minstrel weaved along the path to the town where some children had mysteriously vanished. We came to find the town scared of their own shadows, militia included. Youths of the city had been disappearing at an astonishing rate with no rhyme or reason.
Our search led us to an old mansion, where inside we came across a Halfling who had been squatting in a cabinet. He told us he was on his way to an old shrine in the forest. I saw no reason to follow this vagabond into the dense trees but who would listen to a Raven, there again who would be reading the adventures of a Raven, Why is the Raven on the Writing Desk?
As we came to the shrine, everyone seemed to be in a bit of a daze Eric and myself included. Someone noticed the inscription on the bottom of the statue it seemed to be a riddle, a puzzle we solved with little trouble. The weary travelers lit a torch and made their way down … into a very plain hallway which ended with three doors. When opened all of the doors opened to blackness. We made our way to the door on the left where we found ourselves … in a very plain hallway which ended with three doors. When opened all of the doors opened to blackness. We made our way to the door in the middle where we found ourselves … in a very plain hallway which ended with three doors. When opened all of the doors opened to blackness. We made our way to the door on the right where we found ourselves.
It would appear that our group found themselves in an endless cycle of hallways and doors. There appeared to be no end in sight. During this time I could see the wheels turning in my companions brilliant mind, the other thing I saw was Fangeye growing angrier by the minute as we stood in front our current set of three doors. The party droned on, and on, and on, and on, until finally it was too much frenzy to control when the daring little guy charged into the door on the right. The party was confused, Eric, was having a breakthrough, as he charged with me perched on his shoulder through the door in the middle. The group was now split. People went in all directions Eric and myself charged on through random doors eventually there came to be six of us back together. Eric did some quick thinking and it was agreed that something should happen if each of them headed through different doors at the same time, and boy did it.
The group was in a large room with six chest, and being the greedy bunch that they are most headed for a chest, regretfully Eric included. As they all attempted to collect their bounty arms sprang from each of the chest, Eric was grabbed and stuck to this filthy Mimic. He attempted to beat away the Mimic but in the process of doing so was knocked out cold. My dear friend was dying until the life-giving Cleric came and my friend arose, instantly being knocked out again. I wish I could say that my friend fought valiantly, but he was really at his worst in this fight the bard this time came and brought my wizard back to health this time, he stayed laying in the fetal posistion.
The battle ended around us, a drum was found, and gold was split. What happend next, well, lets just say it wasn’t my proudest moment. Eric was woozy as the party discussed the chasm that they had just come to. It was about 200 feet across and the bottom was darkness. They shot an arrow down and found out nothing of how deep it went. Across the split was a door just a single door. The party all turned to Eric who in turn, turned to me.
So I flew across with instructions from Eric to tell him if anything was amiss or extraordinary about the door. As I approached the door I noticed, that it was just an ordinary door. Nothing special about it. I flew back and relayed the news to my Draconic speaking associates. So after some more debate and looking down the hole, the group again turned to Eric, who in turn, turned to me.
I was told to fly down 100 feet making bird calls the whole way down, and then report back when I found anything. Well, I got about 50 feet when I found myself … in a very plain hallway which ended with three doors. I floated gracefully to the ground I looked up and knew I could not go back the way I came. At this point I felt immense worry, not my own, but that of my best and only friend. I knew what he planned next and it frightened me, a fall that far in his weakened state could kill him.
I was sure he was dead. I was sure I had lost my best friend. I was sure … I was sure Eric would have at least thought of his decision for a moment, I didnt think he’d rush down so quickly. Then he got up, all 3 feet of him. It was Fangeye who had come down first. But wait, the last time Fangeye did something stupid was—
This time it was indeed Eric, and he didnt take the fall nearly as well as the scrawny Barbarian did. Eric was on deaths door once again, the 3rd time in just under an hour. Suddenly there came a familiar cry.
It was the Bard whom I found out later thought he would be clever and climb down. No such luck for him although he was nowhere near the condition the my traveling companion was in, though he was concious, he was still quite defeated by gravity. Luckily for Eric, and not so luckily for our next victim.
It was our fellow Wizard but more importantly also a Cleric and he was awkwardly holding a small section of rope. He gained his composure and as soon as he saw what was happening he rushed to the aid of my ally and brought him back to us. They all stood there dumbfounded at the scene around them those same three wretched doors. But they would have the scene interrupted one last time. With this time an audibly louder.
It was Brinke the lady, if Gnomes are indeed ladies, whom we’d joined the crew with at Greenmans shop. Fortunetly for her her fall was broken by the oaf of a man, the half-elf. There were now again six of us in the hallway and though we were battered and beaten there was really only one thing we could do.
So after we all scattered in different directions we found ourselves outside the dungeon where we found that Cyrus and Camille had majestically ridden a Griffin across the pit. It was at this point that Eric noticed his bag was much lighter … and not just from the potions which Eric had consumed all of. It was much lighter. Shortly he realized it was not just his bag which was lighter … his heart was much lighter too.
“Has anyone seen my spell book?”
He searched everywhere but he knew that his search would come up dry. The dreadful maze had claimed all the incantations that he held dear. The party continued the search for the children, however understandably so Eric mind was on another search. A search for an identity, a search for a new being. He knew there was no way to replace all of the work he had put into those pages. He doesnt have much in his coin purse, and besides it felt somehow wrong to simply copy the work of other Arcane Artist. No Eric would have to devote himself to a new way of life. Things needed to change.
Later that night after a much needed trip to the Tavern Eric came to the barracks where his comrades were sleeping. He stared for a long time at Daemon. I myself had always admired this wizards dedication to his God Pelor. Eric would sometimes talk to me about how no one in the town understood his fascination with the Goddess Wee Jas. About how people almost feared him, merely because they couldn’t understand. It was this lack of acceptance that eventually drove him to leave and begin this great quest for, well he didnt really know what he would tell me but that when he found it, he’d know. After what seemed like forever, Eric went out into the night, he looked to me … he looked to the Heavens … and then he dropped to his knees.
Friends and Foes
A New Beginning
Ravens have trouble with details and have a thing with dramatic flair.
“Has anyone seen my spell book?”