G.A.N.G. Post #7 – Nevic’s Hat

The old man gingerly removed the chapeau from Nevic’s hands.

“Hmmm…” he mused as he thought for a few minutes. “This…this I haven’t seen for quite some time. People who are willing to undertake the kind of trouble it takes to be like the bearers of these hats…they’re few and far between.

“Long ago, there was a city of mages that was divided on two different schools of magic. The black mages valued the power to destroy, while the white mages valued the power to build. Whilst there was bickering over which school of thought was the stonger and better of the two, they complimented each other quite well.

“Imagine, then, their surprise when a traveler from another land stopped overnight on his way to some important business. Now, there are always strangers travelling about, but this one was different. He claimed to be able to weild both the power of white and black magics as well as been none too shabby with a sword. He was criticized for spreading his abilities too far out, not being able to master the best of any of the schools of magic, or even melee combat. He challenged them to a friendly duel to show the error in their line of thought.

“The next morning, one of the best black mages and one of the best white mages faced off against the stranger. The black mage threw the best of his attack spells, while the white mage furiously worked to keep them both alive and well. The stranger, while he struggled to do so, managed to keep himself going while returning fire. When they all had spent their mental energies, the stranger did something completely unexpected, to both his competitor’s horror: he physcially weakened himself to restore his mental capacity. Now, this would seem like a dangerous move, and it is, but with the black mage and the white mage’s mental reserves spent, they could do nothing when stranger healed himself through his restored mental reserves. While he was not as adept at casting spells, he was able to whittle them down with his magic in concert with his swordplay.

“He then commeneded his enemies on a fight well fought and went on his way. From that point on, he was readily welcomed as a respected guest whenever he passed through the city. Upon his death, they erected a third school in honor of this stranger’s school of magic.

“The mages in that city were clothed according to their school. The black mages wore navy robes and wore corn straw hats. The white mages wore white hooded robes. The third school chose its dress based on the clothing that the stranger wore in his travels: a red tunic, a red cape, and a red chapeau with a white feather.

“When this city was lost to the sands of time, as is inevitable in any civilization, one of the few artifacts that remained was the stranger’s hat, somehow preserved through the mists of time. Other relics of this mage’s clothing may exist in the world.

“You, my friend, you have chosen the path of this stranger. Bear the hat and bring honor to the oft-looked over name of the red mages.”

Nevic recieve the hat again and thanked the old man.

“Now, before you go, let us eat so that you can leave on a full stomach!”

Welcome, Nevic!  You are a male human Red Mage!

Str: 10 Con: 12 Dex: 12 Int: 14 Wis: 12 Cha: 12

HP: 7/7 MP: 8/8 AC: 11 Speed: 30 ft.

Abilities:

Red Magic: You can cast both black and white magic, but this kind of versatility comes at a cost.  You cannot cast the most powerful spells from either school of magic.  You are also proficient in the use of swords, but not to the degree that a fighter is.  Because part of a red mage’s training is focused on melee combat, he his a lower MP pool than dedicated mages.

Spells:

Cure: Heals 1d8 HP per three levels of red mage. MP Cost: 1

Fire: Deals 1d6 fire damage per three levels of red mage.  MP Cost: 2

Ice: Deals 1d6 ice damage per three levels of red mage. MP Cost: 2

Nevic recieves an Old Chapeau!

 

4 comments so far

  1. Talborenor Stonehewer on

    Talborenor pondered the story of the red hat, and thought a passing fine tale. It further heightened his desire to be off on their grand adventure to Skyrock Peak, despite his misgivings about their destination. But being a good old dwarf, he gratefully appreciated another meal at the old man’s cabin-like mansion. No matter his eccentricities, the man served hearty, if not fancy, fare. This caused a brief sadness in the rough dwarf, who had taken a liking to the old man. But the lure of adventure, and the smell of good food, brought Tal back out of his daydream and set his mind aright.

  2. Canicus on

    Anhaga listened rather halfheartedly. Not too long into the story, he started occupying himself with the book. He hadn’t the time to concern himself with other people’s fortunes or falls, nor had he the desire any more.

  3. Kevin Leggett on

    The story was interesting enough to tear himself away from the bow. He slid the string over shoulder, making it secure and walked over to the newest party member. Extending his hand, he said,

    “Hello. The name is Palenrédeon. My friends call me Red.”

  4. Noddle on

    Noddle savored this meal. He knew it would be the last eaten is safety and security, or at least in doors for a few days at least. The story about the red mage of old was engaging. It seemed appropriate to be preparing for one adventure while hearing the exploits of another. With hope, luck, and skill, this party would meet and perhaps exceed that level of reputation. After the story ended, he swayed back and forth listening to the leather armor creak, and feeling the sword and dagger secured to him. He went through his list and what the party was granted. It felt good to be so prepared. What they didn’t have, they could improvise, or rather, would be forced to. Can’t be ready for everything, but you sure can try.


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