Rumple Pumblechook is a man of reputation. That is all. Few people have met him or in anyway interacted with him over the past two and a half centuries. Yet everyone, particularly in Glitterhovel know of him. He has trained young wizards for decades. He never takes on more than one student at a time. He only accepts the best and the brightest into his tutelage.

Teriadoc is the latest and Rumple believes possibly his best pupil to date. He has been up all morning preparing a package to give Terry as a gift. He is saddened knowing that Terry, as he calls him, will be moving on so quickly, however, that sadness is overshadowed by the sense of pride he feels for having trained such an astute young mage.

He looks around his remarkably spacious hermitage. It is located twenty feet below a fantastically beautiful weeping Willow tree, that commands a small glade on a grassy hilltop. It is a rare open sky space in the Black Forest. The entrance to the hovel is hidden in plain site as gnomes tend to do. It leads to a set of stairs, cramped even for a gnome, that descend into the large one room hovel. The place is filled with chests and furnishings, candles and lamps, books and shelves, tables and chairs and a fair amount of art work. It's colorful and whimsical, and smells of odd yet not unpleasant odors; chemicals and incense, mixed with breakfast and flora. Several small rodents run about with free reign of the place, each known by name to Rumple.

Any minute now, his student would be arriving and he wanted the place to look nice, it didn't, oh well. There is a knock at the door.

"Come in Terry, young man, come in and find a seat. Today is a big day!"

Terry, not sure what all the fuss is about enters the room and closes the door behind him.
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Terry pulls back the hood of his cloak from his tussled brown hair and smiles warmly at his teacher. "Good morning Master Pumblechook, how are you today? Ma has given me some apples for you and says that the cider will be ready in a few days. So what are we doing today?" Terry offers a bright red apple from his sachel then hastens to get a chair for Rumple and then brings one over to sit in himself.


DM note: Nice first post. Just remember to write in present tense. I edited your post accordingly.


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Rumple beams at his student. The old teacher is an odd old bird. He is a bit of an enigma. Though he is a hermit by all accounts, if he takes a shine to you, he is extremely cheerful and welcoming. To others he is much more aloof and cautious. Terry is not only one of his best pupils, but also the kindest, and Rumple responds very warmly to this student's thoughtful overture.

"Come in Terry! Oh how wonderful they look. If your mother is half as lovely on the eyes as her cider is lovely on the nose and tongue, she must truly be a beauty. Thank you, thank you."

He takes the seat offered and smiles sadly at his student.

"Today is a big day Teriadoc Proudfoot. You see I have done all I can do for you. I have taught you everything you need to know to be an arcanist, a wizard. You are ready. In order for you to progress it is time for you to leave and explore the world. Use your skills practically. Learn new ways of implementing common spells to solve real problems. Its time for you to gain experience. I have a gift for the occasion,  I dont do this for all my students, but you and your ma have been so generous to me, and you mean a great deal to me Terry. Here"

He hands Terry a small leather reagent Pouch, that has a clever gnomish clip that is spring loaded and will clip firmly to a belt or article of clothing.

"Its pre-loaded with all the reagents you need for several castings of all your spells. It also contains everything you need to summon your familiar. Except this."

He rises, walks across the room to a table and retrieves an ornate brass bowl. He brings it to Terry and hands it to him.

"Take this as well. You can return it after you have cast the spell. Its a simple but time consuming spell. The incantations and gestures are in your spellbook and require an entire day to cast. For highest success you must cast the spell in an area that is most comfortable for the type of familiar you are summoning. It makes their transition less confusing."

Rumple rises to offer his beloved student a warm embrace.

"Thank you Terry for being a brilliant protege. Come back when you're ready for more advanced arcana. I will always be here for you."
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Terry is over joyed by this announcement, to him this is the final test of his apprenticeship and his first true steps on his path to standing tall as a man in his own right. He takes the pouch and fastens it to his belt and takes the bowl which he carefully stows in his satchel. He then steps forward and hugs Pumblechook, briefly but firmly before stepping back. "Thank you master! I will take my time and do this right, in two days I hope to return this loan and introduce you to my new compatriot!"

Turning quickly to conceal his emotions Terry prepares to return the chairs to their places, his mind already churning with ideas about the ritual he is to perform and precautions he will attempt to make.
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The teacher swallows a lump in his throat, smiles warmly. He sees his pupil is anxious to get started and is nervous too. Terry is a brilliant student and will make a masterful wizard but he is young, very young, and he still needs advice.

"Dont run off so quickly. We may not see each other for awhile. You must have questions? What type of familiar are you planning to target? Celestials can be particular about being summoned. Sometimes,  they resist. Making them comfortable makes it much easier to compel them."

He makes room on his lap as a previously unseen weasle jumps into his lap and makes itself comfortable. There are numerous rodents scampering about, but this one is clearly special.
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Terry's mind had leapt forward like a herd of wild horses and as such it took a strong hand to reign it in. Taking a seat next to his master his mind now races as he explores what he believes he knows about summoning a familiar. "I have thought for a while that the best familiar for me would be a mammal that burrows as our people have an affinity with such creatures. I have heard that familiars are far smarter than regular creatures of their species and while I've heard that powerful mages can speak with their familiars I don't want to wait, I want to be able to confide in it, share my dreams with it as soon as I meet it. The only suitable local animal I know of is a badger but I have read about a foreign creature called a wombat which is much less aggressive yet surprisingly tough and agile."

"As such my plan was to find a clearing just within the forest where such an animal might be at ease, I know one near my uncles farm and perform the ritual there. As I have been warned my whole life to be careful beyond the towns borders and during the ritual I would be vulnerable so I was going to ask some of my cousins to keep watch and hire a couple of guards the be at the ready. Between the threats of our world and the stories of the inexperienced accidently summoning more than they bargained for I will exercise extreme caution."

"You've just mentioned attempting to summon a celestial creature and that is really exciting. As you know I find infernal and abyssal creatures unnerving and I mistrust the fey but I hold celestial beings in the highest regard. I was under the impression that a mage needs to amass some wealth, considerable power and do in depth research to be able to summon aberrations or extra dimensional creatures. I am tempted to wait until I am more powerful and attempt to summon a creature called a psuedo dragon, I can speak draconic and would love to befriend such a creature but I think its better to attract a familiar now as it would be wonderfully useful to have one when I start travelling. Master, do you think that I could try to attract a celestial wombat?"

The old mage smiles ad he sees the youthful excitement of his student. A first familiar is a big moment in a wizards life. It's new and very exciting.

"You would be surprised to know I have had a chance to meet a few wombats in my day. Never a celestial one but normal beasts. Lovely chaps really. Devilishly clever at navigating underground they are. I have no doubt you could summon a celestial one. As far as security for your casting, I see no reason why you shouldn't do it right outside here. The kobold know to stear clear of this area. As for wolves and such, Winston here is an excellent watchman. If he is watching, then so am I. If you get into trouble. I can lend a hand."

Terry's eyes narrow at the mention of Kobolds, they're almost as despicable as goblins and have claimed the lives of several Proudfeet over the years. Like a cloud across the face of the sun the anger passes Terry's face and he beams at Winston the Weasel. "With Winston there and so close to your home I'm sure everything will go perfectly. Should I go tell Ma that I'll be here over night and then start the ritual after lunch?"

"You can begin whenever you are ready. As you know, the ritual requires 24 hours to complete, exactly. Your summoned familiar will arive at that time. You should consider this when choosing when to begin. Return here to let me know when you are starting. If you have any questions before you begin, just ask. Tell your Ma thank you for the apples."

Terry tries to think of what timing might positively effect his attempt. "I have read that wombats are nocturnal so I think it would be best to try to summon one a while after dusk, that way my new friend will have awoken and satisfied its needs, hopefully putting it in a good mood when it feels the call. I'll go now and rest up then come back this evening, I'll thank ma for the apples and hopefully she'll be able to spare us some supper. See you tonight master!"

Unable to think of anything better to do Terry heads home, chats with his family in their burrow on Willow way and rests throughout the afternoon. With a freshly baked pie and a loaded crossbow Terry returns to Pumblechooks hermitage. Terry ensures that he has the basics of the ritual confirmed to memory over pie, then accompanied by Winston he will commence the ritual.


GM Note: I edited verb tenses. It's no big deal and I don't mind doing it. Notice the difference though. Rather then say what your PC will do, tell me what he is doing. Nice job with content. This will be fun.

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After enjoying the pie, Rumple gives Winston some silent instructions then insures Terry that he should be perfectly safe with his casting as long as he is close to this tree. If there is any trouble he will come.

"Keep casting. Trust Winston. If you lose focus. You can pause and restart, but dont cut anything off. Its better to repeat a section than to do it inadequately."

Winston jumps off of Rumple's lap and rushes to the door, waiting for it to be opened.

Opening the door so Winston can lead the way Terry smiles at his master then heads out. Winston chooses a place that feels right. Terry finds a familiar smooth rock for a seat and sets up the brazier. He then gathers some roots that have broken free of the ground and returns to the brazier. Setting the crossbow within easy reach he then lays out the pouch that Pumblechook gave him near the brazier. He places several roots in the brazier as fuel and takes the first of the herbs from the pouch. He casts prestidigitation and takes a deep breath to steady his heart.

With a slow steady flame from his finger tips he lights the roots and herbs in the brazier. Lowering his voice he starts chanting in Draconic, accented with the tonality of copper dragons. It is a slow, simple chant that brings to mind a hand brushing through rich earth and Terry settles down on his rock, cloak wrapped around his body and head bobbing to its gentle rhythm. Over the coming day he will sink into his trance, occasionally feeding herbs and other materials from the pouch into the fire and will envision a squat, furry, noble little wombat that glows with a golden light. He hopes that such a wonderful creature might be tempted to leave its life in the celestial planes for an adventure holiday in the material dimension.
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Winston, inquisitive as always, scouts out the entire area then finds a vantage point on a low tree branch that gives him a good view of the proceedings. He occasionally drops down and patrols the area before returning to his vigil. He keeps this up, tirelessly for many hours.

The ritual is going very smoothly, as the night deepens, Terry can hear new sounds around him; night sounds. They challenge his nerve but he trusts Wimston and Pumblechook with his life.
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Terry continues to chant and slowly add materials from the pouch. He absent mindedly divides the materials into twenty four portions and with an alchemists precision adds one portions worth over the course of each hour. His minds eye is now fixated on the image of a golden flecked marsupial, one ear tracking Winston but otherwise focused on the task at hand.

The night passes slowly at first but as Teriadoc the Wizard becomes more and more focused on his still murky connection with the celestial plain, the night seems to slip away and soon the sun has risen and its light filters through the dense canopy and onto ritual still underway.

Quietly, Rumple opens the door of his hovel and emerges. He does not speak, but observes and smiles as things seem to be progressing perfectly.
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Terry vaguely notices that night has become day, cold has become warm and that Winston occasionally changes position. He will start to slowly expand the image in his minds eye. Now the wombat glows like a star above and he adds the clearing, a green eye of serenity amidst a sea of possibilities. Amongst those possibilities lies the concept of Pemblechook and Winston, summoner and summoned, mage and companion and at the centre of the clearing he envisions himself, a gentle Gnome quietly sitting on a rock, calling to a friend.

As the ritual. Continues, Teriadoc's focus intensifies to the point that he sees nothing but celestial ether and light. A form is taking shape before him but it remains amorphous, pulsating energy. He hears a voice in his mind. It does not sound like mouthed words but his understanding of the silent words is absolute.

The amorphous blob says,

"Is it me? You want me? Connection is all I seek. Can we be connected? I'm frightened. So strange."

"I can hear you, there is no reason to be frightened. Where you come from feels warm and safe and it will wait for you. If you like I will show you my world and we can explore it together." Terry mentally centres the celestial energy within the fire of the brazier and joyfully basks in it, welcoming its warmth and projecting warmth of his own.

The hours start to fly by as the amorphous blob slowly takes form, becoming a golden flecked wombat. The form floats before the wizard in a light filled dimension only Teriadoc can see. The form exudes joy as their bond strengthens and they begin to feel each other's emotions and hear each other's thoughts. Communication becomes effortless.

The light of day begins to fade.

"I am ready to come to your world. Prepare for me."

Terry feeds the last of the herbs into the brazier. The chant has taken on the rhythm of his rocking and the deep tones of Draconic tongue are almost like a hymn. Without taking his eyes off the wondrous creature he draws an apple from his pocket and reaches out. With a simple offering of food he will project friendship, respect and wordlessly allows himself to be truly open to a deep connection.
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Terry can feel his bond strongly now. He finds that even if he allows his focus to relax a little the connection stays strong. It's as if nothing could sever it now. The wombat is excited and extremely happy to be connecting with a wizard, a companion. It looks about for an appropriate spot to enter the material world. It settles on a spot in the grassy clearing near to a gopher hole. The underground burrow is comforting and could provide safety if required. The hole is near the edge of the clearing about twenty feet from where Teriadoc is performing his ritual. Deciding the time is right, the wombat steps through the mystical portal and finds himself in the grassy glade. The sky is dark and starry. The air is cool and filled with the sound of crickets.

The scene is peaceful and serene yet no sooner has the familiar materialized when it's internal alarm goes off. It hears rustling in the bushes nearby. It turns to look in the direction of the sound. Immediately it spots an extremely large hunting wolf spider. It has its many multifaceted eyes fixed on the wombat, yet it has not moved to strike. Yet.

DM notes: Your familiar has arrived. You will have complete control of this character. Remember to use the appropriate intelligence score when conversing with the creature.  I will give you the reigns for Celestial Wombat who can be renamed of course.
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This cute, furry little marsupial has survived by trusting its instincts. The instinct to flee this threat is then subverted by a new instinct to protect this small, frail looking little creature that is beckoning with a apple. Calling upon its own mysterious powers the celestial wombat springs away from the threat with incredible speed. Instead of rushing to the burrow the wombat will charge to the Gnome and the spin around in front of him, fur bristling and snorting.

Wilda will cast expeditious retreat and then move to stand in front Terry, between him and the giant spider.
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Terry's joy at the success of the summoning and the warmth of the established empathic link is immediately replaced by a sense of fear and the wombats sudden rush to stand in front of him. Picking up the crossbow Terry will focus his mind and gain the ancestral ability to speak with burrowers. "Friend, what's wrong?"

Terry has cast speak with animals.
He has rolled a spot check (+5 with alertness) and gotten 17.
He has rolled a listen check (+7 with alertness) and gotten 26.

"SPIDER! Big spider, go away spider, grrrrr!"

"Ahhh, spider... ok, it'll be ok..."
"Winston, please get Master Pumblechook!"

A large brown wolf spider, about the size of a gnome is lying in wait just inside a bush when a warm blooded rodent seemingly appears out of nowhere. The spider tenses and shifts it's position, catching the eyes of the creature. The spider freezes.

Suddenly, the rodent flees. Instinctualy the spider pursues with surprising speed, but not as surprising or as fast as the rodent.

As soon as thecrodent moves the spider rushes out in pursuit but is unable to catch it before it joins another warm blood. A two for one!

The spider closes to within 20 feet of Terry and his new friend.


Initiative Spider
1d20 + 3
Rolled: 18 + 3 = 21

Initiative Terry
1d20 + 1
Rolled: 14 + 1 = 15

Wombat, started combat so it went first.
Now Terry can act.

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Terry stares at the giant spider and curses, realising that his best spell is useless against vermin. Thinking quickly he remembers that a natural predator of spiders is the owl. Muttering under his breath Terry vocalises deep from his throat and from the trees behind him echoes the piercing hunting cry of a giant screech owl. When the cry echoes out Terry looks over his shoulder and cries out in fear "Argh! Winston, go quickly, there's a giant spider and a giant owl!"

Terry casts ghost sound 30 ft behind himself to make the sounds of a giant screech owl in an attempt to scare off the spider..

The wombat holds its ground, fur bristling, ready to dodge and weave if the spider attacks.

Wilda will take the full defence action.

The spider is locked onto its prey and intends to rush it, but suddenly the situation changes. Though spiders don't have ears they have very good hearing. The hairs on their body can not only transmit frequency but also amplitude and a sense of direction. Sounds from above always cause a forest spider to take notice. The spider faults in its tracks and drops low into the grass, trying to hide itself. It's attention is turned upward where it has detected the sound of feathery talons from the sky.


Initiative Spider
1d20 + 3
Rolled: 4 + 3 = 7

Initiative Wilda
1d20 + 3
Rolled: 16 + 3 = 19

Initiative Teriadoc
1d20 + 1
Rolled: 12 + 1 = 13

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The wombat holds its ground, snorting angrily, ready to dodge and weave if the spider attacks.

Wilda will take the full defence action.

Terry will focus again, this time making the sound of a branch snapping and then from five feet away from the first screech another louder screech. As soon as the spider appears distracted Terry swings up the heavy crossbow and takes a shot.

As a free action Terry makes more owl nises with ghost sound.

Terry attack
1d20 + 1 dex + 1 size
Rolled: 19 + 2 = 21 (critical threat)

Terry Crit
1d20 + 2
Rolled: 18 + 2 = 20 (crit)

Damage Bolt
2d8 for crit
Rolled: 7
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As the spider becomes completely still it senses danger from above. Remaining perfectly still is the best defense. The trees above are dark and it can see no threats.

Suddenly a sharp pain literally pierces the back of its abdomen. It wtithes in pain. There is a stick thrust into its body. It shakes, but the stick remains.

All thought of hunting and food are replaced with escape and survival. The spider staggers toward the bushes it came from.

Terry will place a hand on the wombat and will urge it to move with the spider, keeping thirty feet between them. Making another owl noise behind them Terry will whisper a much simpler variant of the summoning incantation. A small, horned, red viper appears in the bushes next to the spider, with a sinister hiss it lunges at an arachnid leg but misses.

As a free action Terry makes more owl nises with ghost sound.

Terry will cast summon monster to summon a small fiendish viper.

Viper attack
1d20 + 4 to hit
Rolled: 5 + 4 = 9

The spider flinches and fades away from the new threat. It certainly looks like food, but hunger has been replaced with fear, or what vermin experience as fear. The spider hisses and bares it's fangs in response to the perceived threat. The spider backs away. It notices the small burrow that Wilda had spotted when she arrived. It makes a break for the hole.


Initiative Spider
1d20 + 3
Rolled: 3 + 3 = 6

Initiative Wilda
1d20 + 3
Rolled: 2 + 3 = 5

Initiative Terry
1d20 + 1
Rolled: 10 + 1 = 11

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The viper will make a last lunge at the arachnids leg as it flees, its fangs finding the soft meat at a joint. Terry will hiss a short spell, almost as if he was spitting into his hand and will then flick it at the spider. As the spider scurries into the burrow a small spray of acid splatters the earth at the tunnels mouth. There is a small puff of black smoke as the viper returns to the seven hells while Terry and the wombat watch the spider scurry out of sight.

The fiendish vipers attack of opportunity
1d20 + 4 to hit
Rolled: 18 + 4 = 22
1 point of damage

DC 10 fortitude save against viper poison.

Terry casts acid splash
1d20 +2 to hit
Rolled 4 + 2 = 6

The spider manages to escape into the hole and disappears from the dim light of Terry's fire. Suddenly a small clapping sound is heard from the entrance to Pumblechook's hovel. It's applause.

"Well done Terry! You are a wizard. You made short work of that fairly dangerous vermin. Use of the figment ghost sound was astute. Once a wild animal shifts from hunger to fear, if it has escape, the fight is over. Where did you learn to shoot like that?"

Pumblechook beams a smile and looks puffed with pride in his star pupil.

"DM notes:  300 xp awarded to Terry. You made it look easy. It wasn't. Nice job.  I am awarding you an additional 50 xp for good role play of this scene. 350 in total."
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Terry braces the crossbow with his foot and winches the string back onto its notch then places a bolt with a slightly shaking hand. Crossbow loaded in case the spider reappears he will place it gingerly on the ground and will then kneel next to his new friend. Absently stroking her soft fur he will say "Thank you Master Pumblechook. As well as learning magical theory with you and studying alchemy my cousins and I like to train with the militia in case Kobolds and Goblins attack. I'm sorry I wasn't able to finish off the spider, that brute's big enough to be a real threat to a Gnome, on the way home I'll ask the constable to get some hunters to finish it off."

Looking the wombat in the eyes Terry says "Hello dear one, my name is Teriadoc Proudfoot, please call me Terry. I am an apprentice mage to the great master Pumblechook, I have summoned you here much like he summoned his wonderful weasel Winston. Do you have a name?"
The wombat snuffles into Terry's pockets and finds another apple.
"Hello Terry, I'm Wilda. You feel very tired, would you like some of this funny apple? I'd give you yummy gold apples but I can't smell any, this red apple is good though!"
Terry smiles at Wilda.
"Thank you. I also need to explain that my magic is nearly gone for today, it lets me talk to you. When I've had a sleep I'll be able to talk to you some more."

"Master, this is Wilda the Wombat. Would you like to have a little chat with her this evening or should we come back tomorrow?"

Bidding good night to master Pumblechook Terry leads Wilda back towards his family burrow. He heads to the the town watch on the way and will tell the first guard he finds about the wounded spider, the clearing and the burrow it hid in. When he gets home he will introduces Wilda to his Ma and together they have a good time offering Wilda various fruits, breads and vegetables and learn a little about the plane that Wilda came from when Ma Proudfoot calls upon her own innate abilities to speak with their burrowing guest.

Exhausted from summoning and the fight with the spider Terry heads to bed early, while Wilda continues to snuffle around the burrow, memorising every nook and cranny of her new home. She has lived in an unchanging valley for a very long time, she is excited by this new world and truly happy that she has a warm place to explore it from.
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"Well done Terry! Wilda is a fine familiar,  Very fine indeed. You did well to defend her so bravely. She will never forget that. It is late and you need rest. Terry, come see me occasionally,  I will be taking on a new student. Once I select one, my availability will be limited. You are always welcome to stop by, just understand that my attention may be limited. Seek out friends and find reasons to use your skills. There are no substitutions for experience. Goodnight young man."

"Thank you master Pumblechook! Please know that I recognise that I have barely scratched the surface of the arcane and also that it would be an intensely proud moment for me if you ever felt I could assist you in your studies or in training the next apprentice. If you ever call for me I'll be here as fast as I can. Good night master."

Waking up Terry is over joyed to see Wilda snuffling around their burrow and spends significant time brushing her fur and making her and his ma porridge with honey and berries. He then attends to his studies and decides to attempt a business venture that he has had in mind. He leads Wilda down the tunnels of Glitterhovel and makes straight for Kinder Cobbles Apothecary.

Entering the main store room Terry proudly makes a show of revealing a faintly golden wombat. "Hello master Cobble, how are you today? Please allow me to introduce the new friend that master Pumblechook helped me summon. This is Wilda, visiting us from Elysium!"
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The familiar clunky clinging of a bell above the door rings as Terry enters the shop. Kinder Cobble appears from the back room at the beckoning sound.

"Terry! Good day my friend. I havn't seen you in a few days. I figured the old hermit had you running around some way. So Wilda you say."

The gentle gnome turns to Wilda and speaks to her.

"Any friend of Terry's is a friend of mine. Welcome to Glitterhovel,  welcome to Aldarius. I have not seen a wombat in decades. I do hope you enjoy it here."

Kinder turns back to Terry,

"I have some healing tonic that needs bottled.  Remember to add the elderberry juice before corking the vials. A drop of berry helps the taste ya know."
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"No problem master, I'll scrub up and get right into it. There is one thing that I would like to talk to you about before I do. You see, summoning Wilda was a final trial of sorts and I'm now competent enough to reliably cast a few basic spells. One of them allows me to learn the attributes of magical artifacts, identify their powers and activation triggers. Would you be happy for me to advertise from your shop that I am available to provide the service identifying items magical properties? I would charge 125 gold for this as this magic requires a pearl worth 100 gold. I was also hoping that you would be able to buy such pearls off the jeweller for a favourable price and then I could purchase them off you at market value. This way you would benefit from allowing me to provide this service and I can start saving towards the equipment that I will need to start my own store. I can't wait until we can expand our businesses and each specialise in the creations we most enjoy making."

"We could  certainly extend our services here. Pearls are not easy to come by but I know who to ask. Mort Moleburrow the jewler here in the bazaar. The tougher part might be finding customers, but occasionally folks need something figured out."

Kinder gives Wilda a pat and Terry's back as well.

"That's a fine friend you git there. Congratulations!"

Kinder goes about restocking shelves with a batch of headache tincture he just finished bottling.

Terry sets to the task of bottling the tonic, making sure to add the berry juice before corking, with great enthusiasm, deeply happy with how well his proposal has been received. After giving the shop a dust and a sweep he then sets out three pieces of parchment and will make three copies of his advertisement. It will state in bold, simple Gnomen "the newly graduated mage Teriadoc Proudfoot will identify any unknown magical artifact for 125 gold coins, if interested please inquire at Master Cobble Kinders Apothecary." In the middle of the page he will quickly draw a circle resting in the centre of an open book radiating light. He will then repeat the message in the rounder human script. Terry Then prepares lunch for himself and Master Kinder and will ask "What would you like me to work on this afternoon master?"

Master Cobble always has plenty for Terry to do. Terry is smart and responsible and eager to learn so Kinder gives him responsibility to help him grow and to help his business.

The two go about a typical morning in the shop when some familiar faces walked through the door.



This thread is now closed. The story continues in Chapter 1.