Here's the scene: a small inn on the outskirts of town. Two men sit at the bar, emptied mugs all around them. They've had more than enough to drink, but think themselves sober enough to discuss the proper technique of conjuring an elemental. The less inebriated of the two insists that the fingers are an integral part of the summoning, that their placement and position aids with the channeling of magic. He is, of course, correct. The second man is a lackluster sorcerer, one who doesn't grasp the nuanced nature of the gesture; he believes the wrists are where the real work lies.
And that's where I come in. Unable to ignore their conversation from my seat at a nearby table, I felt it necessary to correct the sorcerer, noting that there is quite a difference in how we wizards handle the Weave, as opposed to the instinctual magic of which he was supposedly capable. He did not take kindly to that one bit, nor the part where I called him an uneducated ignoramus, and so he tossed me through the window.
I'm starting to think you've never met an angry drunk, a self-important sorcerer who knows nothing about proper gestural spellcasting technique, or someone who is a little of both.
He might have ended up with a shard of glass or two in him upon landing in the street.
But that's better than a concussion from having a trash can telekinetically thrown at your head, or the embarrassment of being knocked unconscious while your clothes have been rendered invisible.
[Okay, so maybe there was a quick demonstration of proper gestural technique that riled the sorcerer up enough to toss Gale through a window. Must have slipped his mind due to all the defenestration.]
It should be easy enough to find us. Someone was kind enough to drag his unconscious body to the alley beside the tavern. He's made a fine cushion while I've been pulling glass shards out of my arm.
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bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
i'm sorry about him
And that's where I come in. Unable to ignore their conversation from my seat at a nearby table, I felt it necessary to correct the sorcerer, noting that there is quite a difference in how we wizards handle the Weave, as opposed to the instinctual magic of which he was supposedly capable. He did not take kindly to that one bit, nor the part where I called him an uneducated ignoramus, and so he tossed me through the window.
don't apologize for genius
Pray fill in those gaps? So that I can empathize accordingly with your plight, of course.
[Someone's learned sarcasm really quick.]
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I have, however, met a wizard with a propensity towards exaggeration.
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If you do, I would like to pass along a message: my healing magicks are available for any injuries occurred during any recent violent disagreements.
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But that's better than a concussion from having a trash can telekinetically thrown at your head, or the embarrassment of being knocked unconscious while your clothes have been rendered invisible.
[Okay, so maybe there was a quick demonstration of proper gestural technique that riled the sorcerer up enough to toss Gale through a window. Must have slipped his mind due to all the defenestration.]
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Are you insinuating that I treat the unfortunate gentleman with the concussion first?
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[Somehow, his heavy, defeated sigh manages to come through text.]
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Your generosity knows no bounds, Joshua.
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Before I help you and your 'friend', is there any need to expect retaliation from him?
It will not change my willingness to help. I only wish to know so that I may prepare accordingly.
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And the matter of his clothing? Or lack thereof?
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I should be just a moment.
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Thank you kindly for the direction.
I see a tavern missing a window up ahead. I presume it is yours.
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That's it. I'll see you soon, and I'll try not to get blood on you this time. No promises, though.
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I will lower my expectations accordingly.
[And off he goes to patch up Dumbass and Friend.]