Andromeda:
A fantastical-looking fellow arrived and introduced himself as Travic, and the young druidess gave him a little wave in greeting.
The Elf gave the druid an elaborate bow, which seemed a bit out of place in such a informal setting. Then the others peered at him with more untrusting eyes.
Devan:
But then his eyes immediately dart off to the last newcomer,"Ah, an elvish man of mysterious powers. Is he a wizard, no, doesn't look like he has a spellbook, or is he a druid, nah, doesn't quite have the smell that Andromeda has. Maybe a natural born mage, nah, from appearance he doesn't look confident about his birthright. Could he be a dealer of devilish magics, yes, that's the story my reader will eat up. Hehehe."
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Onyxclaw looked at andromeda and Devan blinking those tall skins talk a lot he thought to himself as he shrugged, looking at the elf, he narrowed his eyes. The human was right...he carried a power that was given from a trade.
"Indeed my friends. All power comes at a cost, and my power is no different in that regard. Harken to the tale of Travic Televentor, and maybe you would be wise to avoid my fate." Despite his words, he smiled and gestured with one hand.
Sand appeared on the table, and small figures moved about made from the substance. Not moving per say, but instead acting out their roles as if crafted to the part.
"See now, young Travic, banished from his lands. Lost in this world, but without funding or family. Upon his endless wandering, he happens across a strange ring."
The sand figure shows the elf reaching down and pulling out a small object, ring sized.
"Upon cleaning the ring, he releases its prisoner, and offered the bargain of Noble Genie of the Doa. One wish, and the Doa will be free."
The image shows the small elf, and a massive figure carved of rock and sand towering over him.
"Not wishing to be greedy, and not wishing to be killed by the creature, Travic decides the simplest of wishes-to go home. And never see the terrible being again. This is...taken well by the Doa, and uses its magic to return Travic back to his own world."
The figures then change, and the giant made of sand and rock seems to roar with rage over the cowering elf.
"But even the Noble Genies have limits to their power. Travic had been banished by the rulers of his realm, and the Genie could not grant the wish. Because that was so, another wish could not be offered. He planned to smash the elf flat for his impertinence!"
The image showed the giant raising a foot to squash the tiny elf.
"But, Travic had an idea. If he was bound to the ring, the Genie would gain his freedom. The Dao could not grant another wish, but he could transfer his bond of servitude to the willing. And so, Travic gained a tiny portion of the Genie's power...and was forever trapped into carrying the ring, marking his binding to the prison object."
The sand figures blew away, and Travic showed the ring he wore to everyone. A terrifying face of rock seemed craved onto the metal.
"No matter how many times I destroy it, it always returns to me. Nor does it function for anyone else. Also...no wishes I am afraid. But if I where to master it, then maybe I could be free of it. Maybe..." Travic shrugged.
When Hal then offers the choice of quests, he shrugs again.
"Number 2 for me, Master Wizard."
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