Post by Baererfel Bumblebottom on Feb 4, 2016 17:55:46 GMT -5
Some people had problems in life that always seemed to plague them at one time or another. And then you had certain people who were always plagued with the strangest of luck, and that was where Baererfel came in. Since his last adventure, he'd taken to trying to perfect a couple of his spells. Too many of them were a bit too wild and either worked or worked so well, he nearly lost a finger or a hand. Well, this time was no different! He was in the process of figuring a few things out, one of which were his new robes! These robes were a little.. Well, different, especially for him. They were nice robes, they made him look quite the caster! But what they had differently were around the ends of the sleeves. At each end of the sleeve were needles sharp enough to pierce just about anything. The kicker with them though, was that they liked to make people bleed! With three needles on each sleeve, he was able to walk around and not only cast magic, club people on the head or stab them in the ankles, he could throw needles at whatever he could see! Whoever thought they could trust this unstable Gnome with sharp things was quite the trusting person considering what could happen.
He'd been told if he was going to play around, he was going to have to go outside of the Inne, which he'd done! So now, there was a robed gnome, jingling around the perimeter of the Inne, almost as if he was at war. A few sparks of random magic here, a few sparks of random magic there, and he'd come to the finale. A wave of the glowing green staff and he aimed it at a pile of snow. "Take this!" He cried out. The glow from the end of the medicine staff intensified before there was the sound of a crack and a green energy sprang from his staff. Only.. It was in the shape of a boar.. Well, not necessarily a boar, it was more of a piglet with giant comedic tusks protruding. It squealed right for the pile of snow and the staff had shot off such a hard shot of magic, the gnome went tumbling back, laughing like a loon before he wound up upside down in a pile of snow with his booted feet sticking up and out of the pile of snow. The giggling continued before he pulled himself out of that pile of snow that was perfect for a Gnome more acclimated to a cryophilic abode and he stared at the splattered mess that was left of the pile he'd aimed at. Giggling still, he went to pull his arm free.. Wait.. why was his arm stuck? He yanked and tugged and he glanced down, noting his sleeve was stuck to his own gut. Another yank and he realized it. One of the three needles had impaled him at his gut on his right sleeve. "Aaaaah! Confounded clothes! This is why clothes are a nuisance!" Ripping the needles out, he huffed and stared at the needle that was coated in crimson and he poked at his belly 'mhmming' and 'grring' at himself. Eventually, he was better and he looked to his staff. "You and me are goin' to make good times!" Yes, he was working on perfecting that spell. Hopefully, it wouldn't always explode on him and send him flying back and impaling himself on his own clothing!
He'd been told if he was going to play around, he was going to have to go outside of the Inne, which he'd done! So now, there was a robed gnome, jingling around the perimeter of the Inne, almost as if he was at war. A few sparks of random magic here, a few sparks of random magic there, and he'd come to the finale. A wave of the glowing green staff and he aimed it at a pile of snow. "Take this!" He cried out. The glow from the end of the medicine staff intensified before there was the sound of a crack and a green energy sprang from his staff. Only.. It was in the shape of a boar.. Well, not necessarily a boar, it was more of a piglet with giant comedic tusks protruding. It squealed right for the pile of snow and the staff had shot off such a hard shot of magic, the gnome went tumbling back, laughing like a loon before he wound up upside down in a pile of snow with his booted feet sticking up and out of the pile of snow. The giggling continued before he pulled himself out of that pile of snow that was perfect for a Gnome more acclimated to a cryophilic abode and he stared at the splattered mess that was left of the pile he'd aimed at. Giggling still, he went to pull his arm free.. Wait.. why was his arm stuck? He yanked and tugged and he glanced down, noting his sleeve was stuck to his own gut. Another yank and he realized it. One of the three needles had impaled him at his gut on his right sleeve. "Aaaaah! Confounded clothes! This is why clothes are a nuisance!" Ripping the needles out, he huffed and stared at the needle that was coated in crimson and he poked at his belly 'mhmming' and 'grring' at himself. Eventually, he was better and he looked to his staff. "You and me are goin' to make good times!" Yes, he was working on perfecting that spell. Hopefully, it wouldn't always explode on him and send him flying back and impaling himself on his own clothing!