Compendium il' Arcanum 01

Spearfall, an event of the strongest magic we "know" of is celebrated each year as we know by the fesitval of Spearfall. Tomorrow, I will have the honor of going forth in this trial! In preperation Sir Treasurmane , kindly invites us into his home for the evening, which is filled to the brim with children, though unfortunately not much in terms of magical ability here, except Lady Treasuremane's exceptional skills in the kitchen.
 
We are greated by a glorious morning, the sun gracing Cedric's Tomb with the square vibrant with energy, and somber remembrence of Quorian's great sacrifice. The crowd presses in, and stone is tossed, how unthinkable! The crowd erupts into chaos, it seems these hooligans are killing themselves, in some sort of necromantic ritual, controlling emotions, maybe a prayer, surely the spell is effective in crowds, may even feed off the emotions that are in place, quite interesting.
 
Before I realize what is going on I find myself at the front of the front of Cedric's Tomb, Haya rushes us inside, but how could I leave her alone, and Mr. Treasuremane is out there, time to heat things up! (Will need to remember this for future things)
 
 
 

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F H wiz Vosy - Sage apprentice of former rider - smokes skunk weed, test skill
 
Apicultor guided you great defender, let her guide us now, to victory over my impending trials.
 
"I would like to climb the human" - Balmyr Tresuremane
 
"We are going to miss our chance... to be hero's" - Hale Fondin
 
Gerald, very cool magic, looked very tough, key seems to be say something stoic and calm