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Name: Milo Thornberry

[SPOILERBUTTON="Here’s Milo"][IMGR]https://i.postimg.cc/bJ5pWW4r/...IMGR][/SPOILERBUTTON]

Age: 22

Class: Lore Wizard

Race: Halfling

Homelands: Oak Hill

Background: Scholar

Personality: Eccentric. Eccentric. Milo is Eccentric. But nice. And helpful. He tries to be friendly. He is good at offering advice. And knows about lots of stuff. Milo would be happy to tell you about it over a meal. Studious and curious, Milo should be good at this adventuring business.

Appearance: Short. You would be too if you topped out at three feet. Not exactly skinny at 42 pounds, but not “too soft.” Milo likes to think of himself as a stout Lightfoot. Thanks to a nice allowance from his parents, Milo dresses a bit better than the average scholar but nothing ostentatious. His hair is brown and wavy, his eyes are brown as well, but they change color according to Milo’s mood. His facial expression tends to be somewhat serious, even when he is acting a bit mischievous.

Backstory:
Milo was a good kid, but always curious. Even for his kind. He was bright, but never seemed to really be able to focus on anything. His parents hoped that would take up some form of trade crafting because as the third son of a landed knight, there really wasn’t a family business to enter into, even on his mother’s side. At a carnival, Milo accidentally caused a spark spell to continue past its normal limits. Later testing positive for magical ability, Milo’s parents were relieved to enroll him at the Wizard Academy in Hay Field.

Sidekick: Arcana Expert named Chum, Ogre - Well, kind of an ogre. SeeWhatHappenedWas...Milo was in the library basement in the Wizard Academy studying Reincarnation for his Advanced Transformations class when he discovered a small pamphlet stuck inside an old spellbook. It probably wasn’t a smart idea to read the pamphlet out loud, but honestly, it didn’t even seem like magic, Milo thought it was a takeout menu. Long story short (halflings love saying that), the words on the pamphlet released a soul from a nearby receptacle, thus reincarnating an extremely old gnomish mage into the body of an ogre. There were some, uh, mental issues. Milo was assigned to care for the GnOgre, whom he named Chum and uses as a “research assistant.” Oh, I could tell you lots more about Chum, but my beer’s here.

Meeting the King: “We must send an advisor to the new king if he is going to clean up this mess,” Wizard Adjustant Krimm informed those gathered in the private meeting room. Krimm was a tall, dour man who spectacles that didn’t keep him from squinting. Before any of the other wizards gathered could speak, there was a fumbling sound from a pile of books that toppled over, flinging dust everywhere.

“I will give you 50 gold if you pick me.” Milo the halfling said as he scampered from beneath the pile of books.

“How did he get in here?” “We can’t have this.” “Supposed to be a private meeting room.” Several voices called out in protest nearly all at once.

“I will make it 100 gold.” Milo called out swiftly.

“Done!” Krimm commanded loudly. Under his breath Krimm added, “You little rat bastard.”
****
“Remember to bow before the king.” Wizard Hadley advised as the walked swiftly to meet the king. “Stay humble. Eyes down. Don’t try to do that stare down trick that you do with everyone else. And none of your flippant attitude. Mind your words. This is an audition after all.”

“Oh, I can win over the king.” Milo said jovially. “ He is looking for advisors and I am smart. I am smarter than three elves and a handmaiden”

“Three elves and a handmaiden?”

“Three elves and a handmaiden walk into a bar...”

“Shut it! No jokes! We have arrived. Be on your best behavior. And for the sake of all benevolent gods, Chum, don’t eat anything!”

****

“Your majesty, please allow me to present the council candidate from the a Wizard Academy. Milo Applecore, third son of a landed knight, one of the brightest minds at the academy and his assistant, Chum.”

“Chum,” Grohl commanded, “Tell me more about Milo.”

Chum snorted. “Good kid. Pain in the ass. Really smart. Bribed to get this position.”

“Let us talk further about these things.” Grohl said as he invited everyone to sit. Now Milo would really have to do some talking.


Social Status- Scholar (Gentry)

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Far below Drake’s Spire, in the mountains to the southeast, there lies a hidden passageway that leads to a small forest in the shape of a ring. At the center of the forest lies a lake. This hidden little treasure is known as Nightphal and is under the caretaker-ship of a landed Halfling knight known as Blake Thornberry and his descendants. During the war, Nightphal was used as a secret supply station by King Grohl.

[FIELDSET="Application - Halfling Lore Wizard"]
Name: Milo Thornberry

[SPOILERBUTTON="Here’s Milo"][IMGR]https://i.postimg.cc/bJ5pWW4r/...IMGR][/SPOILERBUTTON]

Age: 22

Class: Lore Wizard

Race: Halfling

Homelands: Nightphal - Far below Drake’s Spire, in the mountains to the southeast, there lies a hidden passageway that leads to a small forest in the shape of a ring. At the center of the forest lies a lake. This hidden little treasure is known as Nightphal and is under the caretaker-ship of a landed Halfling knight known as Blake Thornberry and his descendants. During the war, Nightphal was used as a secret supply station by King Grohl.

Background: Scholar

Personality: Eccentric. Eccentric. Milo is Eccentric. But nice. And helpful. He tries to be friendly. He is good at offering advice. And knows about lots of stuff. Milo would be happy to tell you about it over a meal. Studious and curious, Milo should be good at this adventuring business.

Appearance: Short. You would be too if you topped out at three feet. Not exactly skinny at 42 pounds, but not “too soft.” Milo likes to think of himself as a stout Lightfoot. Thanks to a nice allowance from his parents, Milo dresses a bit better than the average scholar but nothing ostentatious. His hair is brown and wavy, his eyes are brown as well, but they change color according to Milo’s mood. His facial expression tends to be somewhat serious, even when he is acting a bit mischievous.

Backstory:
Milo was a good kid, but always curious. Even for his kind. He was bright, but never seemed to really be able to focus on anything. His parents hoped that he would take up some form of trade crafting because as the third son of a landed knight, there really wasn’t a family business to enter into, even on his mother’s side. At a carnival, Milo accidentally caused a spark spell to continue past its normal limits. Later testing positive for magical ability, Milo’s parents were relieved to enroll him at the Wizard Academy in Hay Field.

Sidekick: Arcana Expert named Chum, Ogre - Well, kind of an ogre. SeeWhatHappenedWas...Milo was in the library basement in the Wizard Academy studying Reincarnation for his Advanced Transformations class when he discovered a small pamphlet stuck inside an old spellbook. It probably wasn’t a smart idea to read the pamphlet out loud, but honestly, it didn’t even seem like magic, Milo thought it was a takeout menu. Long story short (halflings love saying that), the words on the pamphlet released a soul from a nearby receptacle, thus reincarnating an extremely old gnomish mage into the body of an ogre. There were some, uh, mental issues. Milo was assigned to care for the GnOgre, whom he named Chum and uses as a “research assistant.” Oh, I could tell you lots more about Chum, but my beer’s here.

Meeting the King: “We must send an advisor to the new king if he is going to clean up this mess,” Wizard Adjustant Krimm informed those gathered in the private meeting room. Krimm was a tall, dour man who wore spectacles that didn’t keep him from squinting. Before any of the other wizards gathered could speak, there was a fumbling sound from a pile of books that toppled over, flinging dust everywhere.

“I will give you 50 gold if you pick me.” Milo the halfling said as he scampered from beneath the pile of books.

“How did he get in here?” “We can’t have this.” “Supposed to be a private meeting room.” Several voices called out in protest nearly all at once.

“I will make it 100 gold.” Milo called out swiftly.

“Done!” Krimm commanded loudly. Under his breath Krimm added, “You little rat bastard.”

****

“Remember to bow before the king.” Wizard Hadley advised as they walked swiftly to meet the king. “Stay humble. Eyes down. Don’t try to do that stare down trick that you do with everyone else. And none of your flippant attitude. Mind your words. This is an audition after all.”

“Oh, I can win over the king.” Milo said jovially. “He is looking for advisors and I am smart. I am smarter than three elves and a handmaiden”

“Three elves and a handmaiden?”

“Three elves and a handmaiden walk into a bar...”

“Shut it! No jokes! We have arrived. Be on your best behavior. And for the sake of all benevolent gods, Chum, don’t eat anything!”

****

“Your majesty, please allow me to present the council candidate from the a Wizard Academy. Milo Thornberry, third son of a landed knight, one of the brightest minds at the academy and his assistant, Chum.”

“Chum,” Grohl commanded, “Tell me more about Milo.”

Chum snorted. “Good kid. Pain in the ass. Really smart. Bribed to get this position.”

“Let us talk further about these things.” Grohl said as he invited everyone to sit. Now Milo would really have to do some talking.


Social Status- Scholar (Gentry)

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This message was last edited by the GM at 21:06, Thu 03 Sept 2020.

Perhaps fortunately, moving against the flow of the wind will soon lead to an exit on the right - an immense crevasse in the glacier, with a pool of water at the center who's steaming indicates at least some degree or warmth, The icy prominences which form it's walls show several signs of habitation, including hide-covered doors leading back into the ice and  partially leveled ledges apparently used as paths. A few figures are moving around - blatantly individuals with the local Ice birthright to judge by their size and lack of concern with the driving wind and bitter cold. To the left the tunnel leads back into the glacier, but the traces of dimensional magic are quite strong in that direction, possibly enough to he usable.

Warvein must have been more drained than he realized. The dimensional portal barely skipped open, which meant that navigating would be much less based on skill, and much more based on luck. Still, Warvein gladly stepped through, looking forward to the rush of warmth that his body would soon be experiencing.

Luck was decidedly with Warvein as he arrived near an old mountain road and not in some ungodly patch of brambles, or worse. Looking around, Warvein spotted movement and prepared himself. It turned out only to be a sheep herder. And by the smell of cooking stew, one ready to indulge in a warm if not tasty meal. Reaching into his pouch for a few coins, Warvein presented the color of the silver for the shepherd to see and Warvein walked forward.

“Hello, friend. I would be willing to purchase some of that meal if you are agreeable.”
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