5 hours of sleep, I have done more with less before. Collage, back in my 20's I often got only 4 hours sleep a night, between work and school. Granted on weekends I slept about 12 hours a day making up for missed sleep. I sigh as I jog from that town. At least this time I got coin, know what it is worth locally and got some food items from the Inn, still not really set up for long distance travel and I know that those people will probably put a price on my head for killing off their thugs as I escaped from being turned in to a slave. Don't know if this world has some kind of far speak magics or not though.
It's about 3 hours later, I am just walking down this well maintained road when a man on horseback comes up behind me at a fast pace. He see's me (I am hard to miss dressed as I am an all) and decides to try and run me down.
I don't really know what happened. I saw the horse, threw up my arms and the Shield popped up around me. I don't think I cast the spell for it or anything, but there it is, shimmering around me. The horse hit it at speed and well, the horse was alright, the rider not so much as the horse landed on him when he collided with my shields.
I scurry over to the horse and ask, "Are you ok ?"
The horse slowly stands, then looks at his ex rider and sighs, "well that is not good, wonder if I should fake an injury."
I look at the horse, "Why would you fake an injury ?"
That is when the horse realizes I was talking to Him and not the moron who had been riding him. His eyes get huge, "You can understand Me ?"
"Form of telepathy really, I hear your surface thoughts. Though do to my own limitations I still have to speak allowed for you to hear me." I explain to the stunned stallion.
He slowly nods, "Kind of like how a druid does it then. They are scary strange people, druids I mean. Ah, my rider, I think he is dead. Given he wanted you dead, for some kind of reward, I doubt you will be to upset."
"REWARD ?" I shout in surprise, I really thought I would have longer before they got it out. Which is the source of my surprise really. The over reacting I think is just adrenallyn.
The horse nods. "Check his shoulder bag, has all the papers and such he was taking to Cobberston, that is the next town up this road."
I carefully move over to the man, only to see blue lights, like digitized lightning play over him and he is gone.
Horse, "Oh well to late, he is dead."
I look at the spot, "Is that normal ?"
The horse nods, "For the human sorts, yeah if they die of anything but natural causes they have a chance of just Glow and Poof. No more man. The rest of us, nope. Don't know why the Gods do it that way." I stare at the spot, "This world is wierd." I state, "Where I come from you die, your body just lays there till someone comes and gets it to bury it."
"That happens to, but like I said before, some just Glow and Poof." he gives me a long stare, "Your going to want to ride me now aren't you ?"
"Want to yes, can no. My knee is in bad shape and I can't pull myself up on to your saddle. Which does not look like a good design from what I can see of it."
The horse nods, "Oh I so agree. Not much padding and they seem to be made for speed. Which translates as it did not take them long to make it. Does not make it anymore comfortable for the horse or the rider."
I nod, "The purpose of a proper saddle, to my understanding, is to displace the weight of a rider over a wider place on a horse and reduce the strain on the horses back, as opposed to riding with out a saddle."
The horse nods, "This saddle is a fail on both counts."
Looking at the set up, "So what is in the bags on your saddle ?"
"No idea. I think mostly his clothing and such. You can look."
I do so, the bag on the right is a simple design, definitely built on the cheap but in one I find some food, apples and some stuff I guess is more for the horse, "Apples, small ones. Um, some beat up looking pears, and looks like some kind of grass ?"
He twist around and looks, "Hay, that bag was supposed to carry my lunch but he dumped it out and put those nasty apples in it. I don't undertand why he liked them things. Now the pears, those I like."
"Never been a fan of pears myself, as for the apples, yeah these are not ones you want to eat raw. More of a cooking apple I think."
I go around and check the other bag. This one is better made and broken in to sections. Letters, missives which are different from letters as they are not sealed, and the affore mentioned wanted poster. Price of 500 silver crowns for arson and murder. Pretty good description of me to. Tall, over wieght, with a bad limp on the left side. Dressed in red tabard and black leggings of a strange design. So the reward is half a gold crown. Does not sound like much to me, but I suppose it depends on how much a common worker gets around here.
Still, I got this bunch before anyone else in this direction, so I slowed down the spread of information on ME at least. Also tells me they are not using magic to communicate.
I pull out all the wanted information about me, then do a search of the letters and missives, to see if any thing else is about me or such. Find a badly coded letter to someone in 'Thrushtown', ok name I suppose, about the latest shipment of slaves from Kreelyn Hollow - as it's signed with the same sigil as Sir Reginald put on my papers I take it is from him. I note this missive has me listed as needing 'special training' and wanting me broke to obey but still able to use magic. Lovely.
Well they are not getting these messages. "So Lady Luck, Given I found these, then I take it your still with me. Yes I know, I don't pray right, never really saw the point to a lot of it. Tend more toward conversation style..." I look around, no spirits of a 'clerk' or higher order around, so I guess I am talking to myself, or the horse maybe. He is giving me a long stare.
"What, never heard a person who is bad at praying before ?" he snorts a whiney like laugh, "Never heard anyone try to hold a conversation with Luck before. Though yours is strange I will give you that much."
I sigh, "Well I thank you for the warning about the missives and such."
He stares, "Your not going to try to ride me are you ?"
I shake my head, "I told you, My bad knee won't let me even mount you. Stairs are hard enough, actually trying to climb in to a saddle would be really bad. Besides I have only ridden a horse twice in my whole life, and both those times I was very young and someone else was leading the horse."
His head drops forward, "oh my. Well I can't say I am sorry about it. Given your a big person and all. Just surprised your not going to try. Most your kind, even the ones who can talk to animals, think nothing of using everyone else for something."
I shrug, "I came very close to becoming a slave this morning, so I think I am more in mind of not treating you like that right now."
He leans down and looks me in the eye, "you are strange"
I grin, "I thought that was a given by now."
He nods, "ok well more strange than I originally thought."
"Thank you. I actually work at it. Being Wierd makes for an interesting defense against the world." I state with a slight grin.
He seems to be considering it.
While he is quite I try to decide what to do with these papers. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to picture both my 'spell book' which are the spells I got memorized. Then what I got in my bag.
The Bag one gives me a start. In my minds eye I see what looks much like an old video game storage chart and the words in the top right corner 'Garage Bag'. Now I have seen that term before. On an Anime about a programmer who got sucked in to a video game based loosely on one he was working on. That bag had no upward limit on how much stuff it could hold. Seemed to work by a combination of will and focus. Everything that went in to it basically became Data, like a matter - energy converter or something. I can see, from that description why it would have a near infinite storage limit. Course the limit there is how much data it can hold ... hm. Have to think on that. But for now I consider it, then look at all these pieces of mail. Can't hurt to try. So I try and will the papers in to the 'Garage Bag' that same blue white digital glow surrounds them and I Feel they are now in that bag. I close one eye and picture it. I can see a listing for them, seperated by type. Missives, wanted posters, letters, Cursed Scroll. I pause and then, with out taking it out, try to open it in the bag. A window opens to one side. It list the scroll, the nature of the curse and how the curse is used as well as activated. Someone reads it with out a special token, they get a tracking spell placed on them. Nasty. I note that it was made by Fernjan, which is listed in the description. Interesting that, as it's not signed anywhere I can see.
The other thing I notice is there are already things In the bag. I spend a minute looking it over. Mostly I note its bodies, and their gear. Or more precisely, dead guards, the body of Fernjan, that messenger and all their stuff. I kind of play with that for a few minutes, I find I can remove all the gear and place it in seperate spaces with out first removing it from my bag. I think that digitizing is my bag pulling stuff in automatically. From what the horse said, I think other people likely have something like this, so when people die in their presence, they are vacuumed up in to the storage spaces. Curious. Hm, I note pieces of the inn, some furniture and other items in there to. So not just people but any items that were salvagable in the area of effect, which seems to be inside the radius of my Plasma Ball spell.
I sigh, "Well I know what happened to your rider now. Somehow he ended up in my storage space."
Long stare from the horse, "What ?"
"Magical Storage space, called a Garage Bag, Or I call it a Garbage bag more often than not as it has a tendancy to pick up random things. For example I got several broken tables and a burnt door in here. No idea how they even get in there either. Mind you it's a handy device to have but as magical bags go, it has some strange quirks like grabbing up things at random, such as the messenger."
The horse looks at me like I may be going mad before his eyes. I grin, "Not believing me ?"
"Noooo why would I not believe in something so insane." I close my left eye again, focus on the side of the road and extract the body, still in his clothes, but minus anything else he was carrying. He slowly fades in to view, the digitizing glow all about him till, poof one messenger corpse. Right there in the ditch.
The horses eyes are bugging out of his head, "oh so your not crazy."
I nod, "Only had the bag a couple of days now. I found it and thought it was empty, but for some reason when I focus on it I can see what is in it in my head. But it still looks empty when I look at the physical side of it."
I pull out the fancy blue bag in my thermal bag and show it to him. He agree's it is strange looking and should not be able to do that. He is edging away from me to I note.
"Your afraid I am going to stuff you in the bag ?"
He nods, "Yes."
"Why would I do that ? That makes no sense at all. Besides I think you need to be dead to be put in the bag." I theorize, though he does make me wonder now if I could do that. I ponder that then look around. I don't want to damage the horse, so I am looking for a different target now. Spotting a beetle on a tree, I focus on it and try to pull it in to the bag. But niether the beetle nor the tree budge. I see a kind of slanted red line in a circle over it in my minds eye. So no living things I take it. Or no bugs ... except I got 'roasted insects' in my inventory.
Thinking on that, I remove them from the inventory, at my max distance from me.
A pile of assorted burned bugs appears about 10ft from me.
I turn to the horse, only to see he has taken off down the road while I was distracted. As he is just walking, I fairly easily catch up, "Well learned a few things. One can't put anything living in the bag. Two apparently dead bugs are listed as 'food items' in the bag." I make a 'Yetch' face. The horse looks at me then chuckles in his whiney tone and nods, "So don't like bugs in my food either." he states.
"Say what is your name anyway ?" I ask him.
He considers, "Richard. My originally master called me that." He explains. I nod, good name.
"I am Rob." he nods.
After a bit we just stop talking, I tried reading a bit while I walk, but found I tend to walk in semingly random ways, like in to the horse or off the road a couple of times. Mostly as the road curved and I didn't. I was studing the book on cantrips and beginner spell casting. Working out why higher level spells tire me out so. Learned some good spells though, like Lighten which is a precurses to Feather Fall and Water Walking. Used Lighten to make Me lighter, made walking so much easier as I went from 290 pounds to 29 pounds for about an hour. Lighten just made anything weigh 1/10th as much as it did before. Handy spell and only a mid level cantrip.
To my way of thinking there are 3 levels of cantrips. Simple, intermediate and advanced. Simple are like my shock cantrip 'zzzt', Lighten is a bit more complicated as you have to put in a target and amount of wieght to be affected, up to 1/10th or 90% - I used 90%. It last an hour, which is nice to. Next up are things like Shrink or Unerring Missile (aka Magic Missile). The next group are the 1st level spells, those take more energy and I find I can only do so many right now and not turn in to a mental vegitable. Mental exhaustion is no joke and tends to lead to poor descion making. Where as Cantrips take no real energy to use. At least not enough for me to notice as I think I replenish the 'mana' at a higher rate than I can use it on those sorts of spells. On a break, he had the pears I some of the stew from my Garage Bag (which is where I put everything I was carrying so I need not worry about it).
A few people went by, most going in the other direction. None stopped to talk or even offer a greeting. But then I was reading my books more than watching the road. Richard was grazing. For such a well maintained road though I normally would expect more traffic, but other than some farmer or wood cutter looking folk I have not seen much of anyone on it. Richard does not know either, but he is new around here I learn. He is actually trained as a war horse, till something happened to his last master and he ended up in the community paddoks. I put forth, if it happened back in that last town, his master may have ended up in chains and sold off as a slave. He agreed with that idea. Not that he minds really. He gets better care at the paddoks than with his old master. Better food and lots less danger. Does not have to lug around a smelly man wearing all that heavy armor. He admits it may have been different if the man treated him better, got him his own barding or the like. But no, he was cheap.
Richard comes over to help me get up once the rest break is done. Mainly I grab a stirrup and pull myself to my feet.
As I am gathering up my stuff I see a peddler type merchant come up the road. He has an old horse, and a cart, seeing me standing by my healthy horse he heads over to me. I Hear him cast a charm spell on himself, to make him feel more honest and like he has my best interest at heart.
I sigh and cast a counter spell, to repel his 'charm'. As it is I don't Feel his spell, but Richard looks confused.
"Good day sir, care to trade ?" he says, all smiles. Feels like a low end used car salesman to me. Not a trustworthy sort in the least.
"Depends on what you have sir." I counter.
He looks my companion over, "Well how about I give you this fine magic lamp." I take it, run an identfy charm over it. Comes back an Eversmoking bottle. Something made to send puffs or streams of smoke in to the air, endlessly. An effect item really.
"You can summon a minor Djinni from that lamp." he states, not realizing my muttered comment was the set up for the identify spell.
I give him a hard stare, he see's that, "Ah they can only serve a person for a set time. My time is up with him so all he does now is blow smoke at me."
"What else you got ?" I counter.
His next item is even worse, a 'lamp' that shows a light when you clap. The light is very dim and fading. He says that is because it is daylight.
"What is it you want for these fine goods ?" I ask, noting the red glow to the lamp and the feeling of something Off about it as well.
He smiles widely, "Well that horse should cover it."
"Not my horse to sell. Belongs to the messenger service in Cobberton actually." he frowns, not liking the sound of that at all.
I consider, then cast a Detect Magic spell. His cart lights up with weak aura's and some nasty looking cursed magics. He looks shocked.
I grunt, "I am a Mage little man, I already countered your charm spell and I see your just a swindler."
He growls and throws a curse at me. MY shield reflects it right back at him, he ends up on the ground screaming as welts, boils, and leasion appear all over his person.
I lean back, think on it, pull out the grimior but find nothing useful there. Well half a spell, but the last 4 pages were chewed up by mice, so it's missing most of the last spells.
Still I work out a spell I just call 'Dispel Curse' it's a varient on Dispel Magic, which is an Advanced Cantrip, but I cross it with a Bless Spell. Calling on Lady Luck to set the evil from the world.
His whole cart, horse and even Him light up as the two sets of magic conflict.
Seeing me start to cast another spell Richard runs for the tree line, even as I cast the spell again, adding in some stuff about Radiant Light and casting out Darkness and False Belief.
The result was BOOOOOM!!!! and lots of strange lights and a swirling vortex of power - I ended up flying backwards as my shields work to protect me.
After I pick myself up from the blast of all that evil magic and the explosion of the cart I see a slender looking woman in an odd kind of outfit looking over the blast zone the cart Used to be. She is a little out of focus but more solid looking that a normal spirit. I know she is a spirit as I lost my glasses but I can see her pretty clearly while the rest of the world is blurry.
Looking around I find my lost my glasses which is bad as one lense is cracked. I am beside myself as I am close to blind and can't readily get another set. I carefully hold them and try to think of what I can do to repair them, maybe.
The woman looks at me, and in a strange kind of there and not there voice, "Well that was some creative spell casting there. Effective to, more so than is normal really. I got to admit while your not the first to mix arcane and priestly magics, you do it better than most and really asking for Lucks Favor probably helps more than anything with that sort of stuff."
"Magic here is pretty easy over all. Especially as I know both the slang and the language of it, back home they call the slang Gamer Speak. I having been a gamer for over 30 years so know it very well."
Her head rolls forward and she shakes it.
She comes over and fixes my glasses for me. "How did you come to be here ?"
"No idea. One moment I am at home, reaching for my door, the next I am in a wood." She stares at me, something like disbelief crosses her face. So I tell her all I can recall about it. She listens but the Awed Disbelief does not really leave her face.
Finally she holds up a hand, "I believe you, it's just a bit fantastic. Especially as your from a world with such a weak magical field. I know of it cause I been there a few times. Can't become corporeal there though, not enough magic. But still people from your world Never come here. Similar worlds sure, but ones with more magic."
She considers "Can I cast a Sensing spell on you ? It may reveal How you came to be here."
I look at her, "Like a version of legend lore, but for a living person ?"
She considers, "Hm, that actually sounds like a better idea than what I was thinking. So how about it ?"
"Who are you ?" I ask.
She nods, "Right, introductions. Locally I am called Tymor (Tea More) but you call me Lady Luck."
Slow nod, "Ah a varient of the Faerun name of Tymora. Who is known to the Latin as Tyche I believe or Dame Fortune."
She grins, "Ok your well educated and yes to all of those."
I consider then nods, "Sure go for it."
She grins as she works out her parameters then cast it so fast it's like listening to an articulate auctioneer.
I find myself in a kind of flash back. I am walking around my apartment building, as I do from time to time for excercise. On the ground I find a small white ring, looks like something for a barbie doll or the like. On it are the words 'One Wish'. Laughing I make a wish, but not taking it seriously.
"I wish I were younger, like 20, and healthy, no more diabetes, or glandular problems, or birth defects, with added penis size, about twice the length and girth as it was when I was young and had special abilities or powers, like magic, psionics, or mutant powers."
The ring seemed to try to glow in the memory but then didn't. I put it in my pocket and continued on my walk. Dropping it on my dresser and forgetting about it. Then one day it started to glow, I was getting ready to go out, had put on my hat, grabbed my bags and Fade Out.
She stares at me, "Wow you found an actual magic ring with one wish in it. Looks like a random magic surge gave it enough power to transport you to this world, where the spirits of it had enough power to grant the wish."
"So it cured all my birth defects but left me with the injuries I got between the time I was born and what, when I was 20."
"Physically you are 20 now and yes. Though I don't know why your so fat as what was causing that was cured. From what I can see of your personal history, excercise levels and such you would be a little over weight but not to the extent you are now. Also from what I see you should have better over all muscle tone as you actively worked out and studied combat techniques."
"Someone got lazy is my bet." I sigh.
She considers that then nods, "Good point. But otherwise you got the rest of your wish. Magic, psionics, and 'mutant powers' to. Though I doubt your consciously aware of them as they did not tell you what all they did to you did they ?"
I shake my head. "I saw all kinds of spirits with tablets and clip boards wandering the wood that first day. One told me they were looking in to someone who could talk to animals. That is me I think as I am definitely better at it now than before. But I did not learn that skill till I was in my 50's. "
She cast a different spell, it creates a form that shows all my stats and abilities, including skills I note. She summons a scroll and prints it out for me.
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Title: Magical Experimentor - Luck of the Lady
Race: Human
Str: 15 Wght: 55 - Max: 170 lbs - OD: 8 - BB: 7%
Dex: 16 React: +1 - Aim: +1 - Dodge: +2
Con: 14 No Adj, SS: 88% RS: 92%
Int: 22 NWP 11 - Learn: 98% - Spells: All - Illusion Immunity: 4th level
Wis: 16 Mental Def: +2
Chr: 14 Henchmen: 6, Loyalty: +8, React: +2
Class: natural mage (ex warrior - lv5)
Al: N (good tend)
Prefered Weapon: Staff or knife
AC:
HP: 74
THAC0: 14
Lv: warrior lv5 - Mystic/Mage Level 11
Xp: 187500
Hght: 6'6"
Wght: 240
Hair: Brown sholder length
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Caucasian
Age: 56 - Physical Age: 20
Gender: Male
Build - Appearance: Heavy set, clean shaven and sometimes mistaken for a woman, nice enough appearance, friendly but with a face that shows hard life, walks with a limp on the right side, twisted leg.
Quirks / Special Magic: 10
*{Special Note: Due to his education and the strength of his knack he can work cantrips all day long and 1st level spells, in his mind, are just Advanced Cantrips - so his Maximum spell capability is lv 10 - provided he ever gets that far}
-Started with near sighted (needs glasses to see and even then does not see well) -
mild arthrites, (fingers, left knee)
lame (bad hip, knee, and ankle on left side),
obese (50lbs overwieght)
{ he is no longer diabetic or has a bad heart and all his food allergies are gone instead he has gained some special gifts - does realize he has all his teeth back as that is pretty obvious. All gladular things are cured to, so no galstones, bad liver and the neuropathy is gone as well. Also his penis is twice it's old length and width - 10" L}
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-Heightened Senses - Smell +3(15%) Hearing +3 (+15%)
-Indestructible stomach ( not affected by nausea, ingested poisons, or alcohol - drugs work at 1/4 strength if at all (saving throw +5)
-Story Teller +4 - can tell enthralling stories or very believable lies - slightly resistant to Truth Compulsion (+2 saving throw) and Detection (+4 saving throw)
-Totally fearless (unaffected by outside generated fears [spells, auras, etc.] )
-Inspire Loyalty +4 (as if chr was 4 steps higher)
-Gifted Mage (+1 spell per level - +10% xp for mage - partly due to exceptional education and general understanding of the sciences)
-Internal Compass - always know which way he is facing, makes it harder for him to get lost (needed as otherwise he gets lost in a 5 room house) - Side effect: time estimation, such as 'morning, mid morning, afternoon, early evening, midnight, etc
- Good Barganer +3 (Chr) (React: +5 to haggling and selling - gets better deals)
- Wild Talents (5)
- Mutant Powers (6)
*Wild Talents (Psionics)
- Spirit sight is an always on for him, but after so many years of having it, he is very good at ignoring it. - Includes a form of True Sight, but again this is from experience in the ability - can also make all spirits Visible to each other and Normal people with in 100ft radius of himself (this is a learned ability - though good for causing confusion or as a distraction as there are Always spirits around and this makes them visible across several planes of existance (mortal, ethreal, astral, 'spirit')
All other abilities take concentration to use.
-Aura Sight - this includes Magical Aura's - allowing him to know if something is enchanted or if someone is under a spell. - Cursed items always have at least a red angry glow and then some 'sick' colors depending on the nature of the curse (Soul eaters look like black holes -for example)
-Object Reading (Controlled - good amount of experience with this gift, allows him to actually look at objects that were in contact with the object he is searching through, though to a weaker degree)
-Bio Physical Control: Regeneration (2D10 healing, including regrowing lost limbs) -
^Aging (can make someone younger or older by 1D10 years a minute - older is easier)
^Neural manipulation (can affect others nerves, increase or decrease sensations - like pain and pleasure or paralyse others by making them feel their limbs are asleep) - has a form of Empathy in that he knows how he is affecting others (does not feel what they are feeling however)
* Powers (6)
Energy Manipulation (Telekinesis + Pyrokinesis + Electrokinesis + Cryokinesis + Light Control / generation ( - Lift: 500 lbs/lv - damage: 1D6 hp/2lv) [2 slot ability] {can use multiple abilities at the same time}
Linguistics (the ability to learn languages exceptionally fast - few minutes for spoken, hours for writen, less on written if someone is helping - also increases observation: Pattern Recognition as most languages have a pattern in how they are worked)
Force Bubble + 'floating disc' ( 10hp / level - AC: 2 - regenerates 2hp/r /level) Flight 500mph
Spider Climbing - Base 100% climb walls, cielings, etc - -10% for wet (water) -15% for oil.
Speak with Animals (telepathic - proximity) [not insects, only birds and mammals]
Weapon Prof (2) (Warrior level skills: 5 - he is a split class effectively as the World Magic has not recognized his warrior training as he has no real life combat (war games and tourneyments don't count).
Staff (Double Specialized - with Zen 'Cutting' training) +3/+3 to hit and damage (this is from his youth - martial arts training - He can do cutting damage and 'air Force attacks' with a staff.)
Dagger / Knife
Long Bow
NWP (10 /15 ) +6 NWP (because of his higher and better education he gets 6 bonus skills)
*Fishing (small boat handling, swimming, small net handling)
*Scribe - Read / Write: Own language (which crossed with 'Gamer Speak' is the Magic Language here) - Common (merchants language actually) - gives him an edge in learning connected languages
* Story Telling (Writting)
* Weather Sense
*Cooking (this one is interesting as skills in 'camp cooking' actually work for him in this world pretty well)
* Blind Fighting (part of this is from his excellent hearing and training on spacial awareness - which gives him a better edge than most would realize)
- Disguise (costuming really)
- Reading Lips (learned from deaf relitive)
- Spell Craft (This one is pretty much unconscious for him)
- Runic Lore (runes and such used in magical items and similar, also in some ancient languages)
-Etiquete : British Royalty - Military
- Trivia: Stories, ghost and spirit Identification, Random bits on religion, monster lore (this is all trivia as he does not know enough in any of these fields to count as being studied in them all)
- Animal Training - limited dogs and cats in common things (sit, stay, come, a few tricks and similar things - it's much more effective for him as he can actually Talk to the animals telepathically) - can train guard animals to -
- Limited appraisal of weapons and armor from being a collector of such. Understands the Quality of such items but not their value
- Artistic Ability (Stories - clay modeling - some limited on painting or drawing)
- First Aid (Bandages and cleaning wounds etc - not full healing skills, basic end stuff mostly - but his better education includes some medical knowledge and that increases the effectiveness of this skill.) - This skill gives him a better understanding in healing of others using magic and his innate abilties.
Spell Lvl - #
Mage: Natural Mage bonus of +1 spell per level
C (infinite) 1 (infinite)- 2 (5) - 3 (5) - 4 (5) - 5 (4) - 6 (4) - 7 (-) - 8 (-) - 9 (-) - 10 (0 - God level)
Wisdom bonus - +2 '1st' +2 '2cd'
Mystic:
C (Infinite) 1(infinite) 2 (7) - 3 (6) - 4 (4) - 5 (3) - 6 (2) - 7 (1) - 8 (0 - God level)
Equipment
Cap, white
Shirt (red)
Jeans, Black
shoes, leather with velcro straps
1 pair underware with 'pee shield'
pocket knife, swiss army type, black
keys with pen knife (1 blade, screw driver, mini scissors)
comb
pen
check book
wallet
change purse (3 pocket with 8 lemon packets)
package of 50 tissues in cloth carry case
2 - mini flashlight (new batteries) mini - LED (blue, plastic - black, metal) [online site says battery life is between 5 to 11 years] - roughly 50ft distance x 20ft width
Cellphone with case
spare recharge battery (large 40hr charge cap)
Plastic Parka (emergency type) still in bag
Thermal bag (cloth with zipper, black)
Expandable Walmart 'cart bag', inside the Thermal bag
Magnifier Card (thin plastic card, carried in wallet, that can be used to read small print or the like)
Magic Items
*Garage Bag - this is not a physical item- it's more like the bag of infinite space found in some video games - it automatically picks up 'treasures' and sorts them - this one definitely makes the world feel like it is or has video game / MMO feelings or origins (not that the locals are aware of any of this as this is just normal life for them) - Only Lost Ones get these bags (people summoned or who appear from other worlds - but not Every Lost One has one) - he can put items in or take them out at will and has a mental inventory screen showing what he has - it auto sorts itself by type and amounts. very user friendly controls.
She reads it over as I do. I sigh, "Quirk chart got me, it's why I am overwieght and still nearsighted."
She just nods - takes my glasses and puts an enchantment on them, "Ok then, Enchanted your glasses to never break and self repair as needed, same for your phone. Looks like your home luck and my nature had a meeting and did not tell anyone else. Um, Are you one of those people that has bouts of strange luck ?"
I nod, "Up until my late teen years then it kind of faded away. One of the big ones was I was playing a game with some friends, rolled 20 twenty sided dice and they all came up 20."
She stares at me, "Oh my. Well your not an active wierdness magnet, at least not according to this spell, but I suspect your one of those with a random wierd luck aura. It goes off in spurts instead of being a constant thing."
I sigh, "So explains the slavers I met my first day. And all the inspiration I have had to use priestly type cantrips."
She grins, "Your advanced cantrips are 1st level spells to most people. But given your intelligence score I completely understand how you can do that. Your scary smart. They upped your intelligence in to the God range when they boosted your magic gift. Though from what I can see, you always Had the magic, but the weak magical fieid held you back."
I point to the Title's section, "What do these mean ?"
"As you go through life you will gain titles from various events. You have more than those 2 at present but those are your latest ones. There is a spell that allows you to see and set these but I don't have it handy. That spell you just did, got you the first one. The second, well partly is you met me, partly is you survived that blast. Though I think that is more because of that psion shield of yours. But the world magic does not really 'See' that part, ergo the title."
Looking at my powers, "I see much practice in percises energy control in my near future."
She nods, "Yes and those gifts boost any magic you do in connected areas. You will make a devistating war mage, if you go that route. AH there is nothing keeping you from losing weight or putting on muscle either. Still going to take some work to do it. Also avoid Thessians, they are just self entitled evil people. Especially that Sir Reginald person.
So Glad you killed Fernjan though, he was worse. He liked killing off my worshippers. Hated priest to. OH! If you decide to be a priest I have several lovely temples." Wide Smile.
Chuckling good naturedly "I tend toward mystism over most organized religions." I tell her.
"That works to, not pushing just saying. You have the stats to do well there. Though Magic is definitely your stronger calling.
Well, I have done all I can for you right now. - um your bag absorbed the blown up cart, body and all the items that survived the blast I see. Anyway, any cursed items in there, I suggest you leave them in there. Some of his magic items were ok. Nothing high end and a few may even be useful. He just was a low person. Oh and to use your healing powers, hold out your hand toward the being and Will it. That really is all you have to do. But if you want to add a healing charm to it that will boost your healing output a small bit. You can practice on his horse. It survived though is in bad shape at the moment."
She points me at it before fading away.
'My' horse comes back, shaking his head while I go over to the injured horse. Old, grey, and aging poorly. I can Feel his pain, but it's not hurting me any. Which I like. Normal Empathy made me squeemish. Now it's more like information than actually Feeling it.
I hold out my hands toward 'it' as I note someone gelded him, I think, "By the blessings of Lady Luck, let health be restored to you, so mote it be" I focus on the healing power and push outward with it. I Can almost See how the power is working on him, how things are being repaired and moved about on a cellular level. I also now understand how this power can be used in Aging something. My first try at that he got older, but only by a couple months. I mutter about time flowing backwards, health returning with youth adding in 'so mote it be' and well it works. He gets younger, Lots younger And very healthy to. By the time I stop he is no longer a gelding and looks to be around 2 years old.
He stands and looks at me, then down at himself, including checking out his 'equipment' then back at me, "Are you a god ?"
I chuckle, "No, I am a mage, but a Goddess told me how to do that. Your actually the first being I ever used that power on. I am pleased at how well it worked." I tell him.
Richard comes over and looks, "Ok your wierder than I thought, but it's a good kind of wierd now. Talks to animals, ie us, and can heal. Good wierd."
I snort and shrug. The grey Stallion nods, "He put my happy part back on, I am very happy about that. Even more so than feeling young again."
"You are young again. From what I can tell, I crossed a spell for youth with a healing spell and well, I guestimate your about 2 years old physically but you should still have all your memories and skills from your life to."
Grey nods then canters up and down the road, looks around, "Where is that evil little man by the way ?"
"The blast." he nods, "He was closer to it than you had been. Those burnt patches all over the road are all that's left of him."
He looks around, finds the largest one and pisses on it.
Richard just shakes his head.
I look at the grey horse, "So what is your name ?"
He, still prancing around, enjoying the feel of being young again, "Keen Sight." he states, "That nasty man there turned me in to a horse. I used to be a man. Ah I was a mage to, which is why the odd name. My teachers stuck me with it. So what is your mage name ?"
"Don't have one, but then only been practicing magic since yesterday. But I am not from this world either. Tymor says I am called a Lost One. A person either on purpose or accident that ends up in this world. My being here was an accident, on a cosmic scale as my world and this one normally don't connect, at all."
Both horses stare at me, then Richard says to Keen Sight, "He gets wierder and wierder but otherwise seems like an ok sort."
Keen Sight just chuckles about it.
As we continue down the road I practice with the energy control and work out how to call up 'displays' of the elemental power. Fire palm, Jacob ladder on a vulcan hand sign, freezing air around my hands (looks like steam, flowing downward) and stuff like that. Keen helps out a little with advice and knowledge on how to control the flow of magical force and all. Very helpful to me he is.
From what Richard tells me, around an hour later, we are almost to Cobberston, there is a check post before we get there. Some guards and such and I should be careful as many on that post tend to be thieves and take stuff from travelers that catches their fancy.
I nod, pull my shrink spell, that Keen helped me create, to the front of my mind and keep it at the ready. I meet any theives and they will be 6 inches tall in No Time. See how well the accost travelers when they are Fairy sized.
What I find is a Heavy Wood gate house that goes across the road. It has walls that go in to the edge of the forest and a simple wooden post type gate that offers little to no protection to the group on the other side of it.
They look very nervous as I and the two horses walk up to the gate.
They don't want to let me through as they heard the explosion and insist I had to be a mad mage.
"I heard the explosion to, just made me make haste and not stick around to find out what made all that noise. Does not make ME the mad mage or what not." I point out.
Lead Guard, "So what is your purpose then in coming this way ?"
"Getting away from the insane people back there." thumb pointing toward that town and it's slave taking guards, "They were trying to turn all the strangers in to slaves. I made myself scarce. Richard here had a rider, he did not make it." pointing to the horse with the saddle. Keen still has his bridle on but nothing otherwise, "Some insane mage was fighting this Fernjan person to. But like I said, I got the heck out of there. Keen is was a bit jumpy, so not a good idea to try and ride him now either." Keen is still prancing about, nervous kind of movements. None of these guards give off a good feeling.
"Where is his saddle ?"
"Keen is a carrage pulling horse, so no saddle. But the carrage did not survive, which is bad as my lugage was in it. On the other hand, loosing Keen would have been worse as horses are expensive to replace. My boss is so not going to be happy I lost the carrage either. Was his carrage."
One of the guards is chuckling at my misfortune, another points at my glasses, "What is the enchantment on those ?"
"Self Repairing. Was placed on them recently really. I am pretty much blind with out them and really can't afford to get another set made. So just cheaper to get a repair spell put on them." I explain.
3rd fellow ask, "How much those cost ?"
"About 200 silver, the enchantment cost me 1 Electrum." I shrug.
1st guard, "Yep that is cheaper alright."
They talk amoungst themselves in their native language then agree to let me in for one silver. I hand them a Thessnian silver as it's all I got (or so I claim). They don't argue about it and let me in to the court yard. The other side of the gate is a wide courtyard with another gate, much heavier design, on the other side. Now had I been the paranoid type (which, I believe I stated I am), I would be wary of them wanting to charge me More to go through the far gate.
When I am right I am right. The lead guard's hand snakes out and snatches off my glasses then pockets them.
"HEY!" I yelp, making a grab for them even as they slap me down, "Give those back!"
They laugh at me, "Ours now fancy boy. Now get you gone unless you want to end up in a cell." their leader snarls at me.
I point and say 'in Magic' "By the Power of the Lady, may all the theives here become the size of Fairy's. SO MOTE IT BE!" they all laugh at my 'spell' till they start to glow, then Shrink in on themselves. In under a minute all their metal and non organic items remain and they themselves and their clothes are only 6 inches tall. Their armor, weapons, and similar just rain down around their now tiny forms.
Every single guard in the place is now on the tiny side and in shock to boot.
I easily find my glasses, wipe them off then put them on. Then something occurs to me and well, I hold out my arms and 'pull' all their lost gear, in range (about 10ft) to me, in to my bag. As Richard calls it 'Glow and Poof'. All thier stuff is now Mine.
I consider a bit, then I decide to search this place. Seeing as all the guards are indesposed at the moment I don't think they will be much trouble. I am right to, other than some yelling and telling me how much trouble I am in for shrinking them.
I point out, very calmly, I can make them even smaller. After that they pretty much leave me alone. I think they are waiting for the spell to wear off. I on the other hand don't think it will wear off.
What I find.
Kitchen, nice am able to restock my food supply. Also found several boxes hidden behind all these bags of potatoes, which are now in my magic bag (the potatoes), inside these lock boxes I find spices. A very nice selection to. From what I recall, spices are worth a lot of money in medival times. So in to the magic bag they go to. That is what I am doing, anything that catches my eye, in to the magical bag it goes. I emptied the larder, thier magic cold box (heck I put the whole box in my bag). A good selection of cookware, a table from the kitchen, along with the chairs. Stopped had lunch, shrank a couple of guards who tried to throw a rope around my neck. They are now 2.5 inches tall and naked as their clothing did not shrink this time. (Really 6 centimeters tall, as in my panic I used the 'wrong terms' which lead to a 'new' version of the spell.)
After that I searched the place from top to bottom. Emptied their armory, found a couple rooms full of stolen items (lots of minor magical items, a few 'holy relics' including a talking golden skull who called himself Hermen Muller. Nice enough fellow, explained these guards robbed anyone who came through and if any fought back, they ended up in the cells, then were sold to the Thessnians as slaves. The ones the guards are Supposed to work for, the Empire of Pellara, outlawed slavery over a hundred years ago. Hermen is very helpful, just as long as I agree to remove him from the box he was stuffed in to. Heavy padded box, can't see, hear, or talk through it. Very annoying. I do cause I can see his point and the spirit that is trapped in the skull to really. His spirit looks like a medival street fighter, or the like. Leather clothing, bare hands and feet, that martial artist kind of vibe.
He tells me he was murdered then they tried to make him in to some kind of Holy Relic slash Guardian for some minor god named Cro-Nan. Did not work as one he never heard of this god and two, They Murdered HIM. So he was more of a mind to kill these idiots than help them.
I nod, tell him I follow Tymor. He is fine with that. Thinks had he been in her graces better he would not now be a desk item or magical knick knack. On the other hand, he knows a great deal of the world and where most of the other relics and religious items go or belong to. Tells me some are even well known and respected gods. He has no problem with them. Idiot gods on the other hand. I agree with him there.
I carry him in a bag I found, a net type, which he likes as he can now at least see. Which is good, as like me he see's auras. Unlike me he knows what most of the aura's mean. I am still working out the emotional colors and know that Red on an item is bad. He is thrilled to have someone he can teach about this kind of thing.
Eventually I find a nicely appointed office, with a tiny captain standing on his desk. He Demands to know what is going on. So I set Hermen next to him while I ransack the desk.
"Well your guards tried to rob this man. It did not go well for them or you. See he is a high priest of Tymor."
I comment, "I am not a priest. I am a Mystic, which differs from a priest in a couple of ways, one being I can use mage spells as well as priest spells."
Hermen grunts, "Ah, did not know that. Well it does explain the spell then."
Captain, "When this spell wears off"
"It won't. See I did not cast a Shrink spell, as that would Only affect those I could see. I cast a area effect spell that got even those I could not see. Thus your present size. Also it's a level 5 spell, and permanent. So you thieving little bastards will remain this size, until you either change your ways or you can find another Mystic of higher level and skill than me, to break this spell."
Hermen hums, "He cast the spell on 'these thieving guards' which means your a theif to."
I suck up a lock box I found, "Where are the keys ?"
The Captain grunts, "I will never tell."
"Don't really need them, I have a good unlocking spell, it's just easier to sell the empty lock boxes if I have the keys." I point out.
I stop a moment, sorting the stuff in my bag and pause.
"Well pooh, that box I just got is full of counterfeit coins." I pop it back on to his desk, "That is the 5th such box I have found today. All stamped with this St Micheal group insignia on them to." I sigh.
The Captain looks ready to blow his tiny stack. "WHAT!"
I grin, "You been selling or doing something for these St Micheal people I take it, and they been paying you in fake money. To ironic."
He grumbles then states, "Keys are in the back of the bottom left drawer."
I dig out the keys, then open the box. Inside its full of quarter sized coins, all with a tiny stamp in the side that I can't readily make out. So I use and advanced cantrip and enlarge one till it is 8 times it's original size. The mark looks like a shield with a cross on it and some strange letters around the cross. Hermen tells me that is the standard for the Church of St Micheal. They go around robbing other faiths of their holy relics while feeding the poor and doing random acts of kindness to help convert the masses to their faith. He does not know much about their faith.
I do, I recognize this shit. Demon faith twisting a god of hope and love and using it to take over the world. Not the first time I have seen this. Several 'Christians' fall in to this trap. Some are just what they say, then you got the other side. Power hungry and evil. That is what this church is.
I point to that mark, "This is how they identify their counterfiet coins. If it has that mark, then they are fake. This coin is made of nickel, which is a very cheap metal but it shines up like silver. So I can see them getting away with this in the short run. Well until someone like me shows up who has spells that can detect counterfiet items. I normally work in fraud investigations. But you all, had they kept their greedy hands to themselves I would never have known what is going on here. Now I get to report this to my bosses and well, you all will fit in a very small cage now. Hm I should see to that." My skill Believable Lies, is coming in real handy right now. My ability to come up with stories on the fly does not hurt either.
I go look for a chicken crate or the like, then with Keens help on the wording, I teleport every stinking 'guard' in to the box. The holes are small enough and strong enough to keep them All in. Then I magic locked it so they can't get out.
The trick there is the magic sees them as 'small animals' so a normal mid level cantrip works to pull them to me. This type of cantrip works on mice, rats, and other small animals. It looks kind of like how a stage magician pulls animals out of thin air, which while time consuming, works well for gathering up all these skezy punks.
Now I can get back to cleaning the place out of anything that catches my eye. While their captain informs them I am a Special Investigator and they are so screwed.
Tells them I am gathering evidence of all their wrong doing and also if Somebody would have kept their damn fingers to themselves and not try to rob me they would not be heading to the slave mines or worse.
I am not totally heartless. I gave them one of those hard apples from Richard bag and a large piece of stinky cheese I found and a cup of water. Otherwise I ignore them.
A couple hours later I find the Captains room, I cast several cleansing spells, bug removal and all that, then take a much needed nap.