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'''Title: Rainy Day Tales vol 3''' '''Author: Gothmog''' ------------------------------------ '''Rattling Bones''' I, Gothmog, am writing this as an experiment. I am attemping to understand what satisfaction Galdor derives from such endeavor. Augrey and Celebrand have forbidden him this activity and a few others as punishment. Galdor is only one hundred and eight years old. By Elvish standards he lacks maturity and deprivation of his favorite passtimes was deemed a suitable discipline. All the members of the House of Idewild practice some form of magic and its misuse is a serious matter. The events which lead up to the current state of affairs is the subject of this chronicle. In imitation of Galdor I will tell you that it is late fall and the rain is cold. The kind that gets under your armor and makes it impossible to feel any warmth. This is probably the root cause of Galdor's trouble. Being indoors for long periods chafes his adventurous nature. The immediate cause of his discomfiture was the detonation of a mininova firework over the beehive while Scaley Bones was harvesting honey. Bones was wearing chainmail as his wont, While adequate protection against large monsters and brigands it was not such good protection against a swarm of angry bees. Scaley was well and truly stung. We nonhuman members of the house learned a great many metaphors regarding improbable sexual activities that day from Bone's swearing. We ascertained that they were improbable since upon investigation we found the anatomical circumferances in question were incompatable. There appeared to be an especially large nunber of welts on Scaley's bald head. It appeared that there were more potent stinging entities than mere honeybees involved. Celebrand was certain that a spell called Nature's Fury had been invoked using the bee attack as cover. Retribution was swift and Galdor was confined to quarters except when required to cook in Scaley's place. His discipline might have been worse if had not interceded on his behalf. I knew that Galdor was interested in a serving maid at the Keg and Anchor in Trinsic. He informed Bones of his intentions not knowing that Scaley was fond of her too. Bones hatched a plot to cool Galdor's amorous intentions. He slipped a small jellyfish from his fishing net into Galdor's cod piece before the elf dressed for the evening. Galdor was well and truly stung. That is when I learned that elves are capable of emitting screeches that are beyond the range of human hearing. The canine population of the area was distressed and the noise attracted a Plague Beast from the nearby swamp. I was able to dispatch the monster with little trouble. Galdor was able to magically repair the damage to his pride but was immediatly suspicious of Scaley because of the manner of the attack. I entered into a discussion with Augrey about Scaley trying to ascertain why among us Scaley's magic seems the least developed. Augrey's theory is that Bones lacks subtlety. "He treates magic like it was a tool, little different from an awl, pickaxe or hammer. True power in magic comes from non-linear thinking. It is as if mages think the arcs of the eight circles of power." Augrey told me that Bones journeyman project was to end a small drought. Mages cannot effect the weather much, the forces involved are too great. However, some local effects are possible. He tried very hard but could do nothing. Finally, in frustration, he tried to increase the drought. The resulting storms washed away several houses on the opposite side of the river. Accomplishing this task got him his journeyman status. Even though it was treated as something of a joke by his masters. Scaley Bones never got over the perceived insult to his magical abilities. Afer this his creativity began to pursue more practical applications. So magic became only one more tool in his chest. His attack on Galdor demonstrated his directness. Galdor's response was more magelike, but easily detectable by other mages. Because we were hiding out from the cold, fall rains, I approached other members of the house about Scaley and his magical abilities. Waiting until Bones was asleep, as the result of a sleeping draught, Wulf explained his theory on why Scaley was so sour about matters magical. After becoming a journeyman mage he took up alchemy. This was in line with his natural creativity. Apparantly he was doing rather well as an alchemist when he was approached by a woman seeking relief for her daughter's monthly discomfort. In his usually direct manner he said something about "just the cramps". The woman while not much of a potion maker was an accomplished mage. Scaley Bones spent the next week trapped in a female body along with "just the cramps". From this experience he developed an appreciation for his own lack of magical prowess and a great deal of sympathy for the female condition. Wulf's contention is that embarrassment from this affair is the root cause of Bone's disassociation from magic. I may decide to agree wth Wulf on this, Scaley has an overabundance of pride. The others have no opinion on the matter. So here we sit, less Bones and Galdor, of course, dry and warm, discussing the latest gossip from Trinsic. Apparantly the serving maid that started the whole situation in the House of Idewild has run off with Dreadbob the Pirate. I hope she hates the cold, fall rain as much as we do and finds a much warmer climate. I began to appreciate what Galdor gets from writing. I may try it again ... sometime. [[Category:Tales and Legends]]

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