I’m starting to think that short-lived creatures shouldn’t practice magic. I’ve already observed that Obegard seems to be somewhat less stable than when we first met.
As we explored this ruined tower we came across some hideous creature that was a combination of two humanoids and some giant-type creature. Obegard has been reading the journal of the tower’s erstwhile owner and says the guy was clearly loopy, and in fact he was a part of this abomination we found.
And look at the elves—how bitter and twisted are they?
Anyway, this loopy guy was responsible for some big ritual that we don’t know the purpose of, and his mangling was a side-effect of that. Maybe with their short lives humans don’t take the time to fully analyse the forces they intend to work with...
What initially set him off was some magic college here on the island that kicked him out. Obegard says nobody has heard of his college in hundreds of years, so of course we’re going to go find it. Either everyone is dead, or they just aren’t smart enough to work out how to get back to the Accordlands.
Obviously I’m hoping for the former because even if they are only humans, if they’ve been working at it for hundreds of years without success, then what chance will we have? The others will be dead in a few short decades, and this whole magic schtick just isn’t my thing. I don’t fancy being stuck alone on this island for the rest of my life.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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