You enter the busy inn, and see a slew of drunkards and adventurers alike strewn about the place. Singing and laughing, and some even dancing on a table or two.
Your eyes scan through the crowd, until you spot a familiar looking face in an eye-catching suit. From what you can see, they are in the middle of stacking up what looks to be the tenth empty mug on a tower of mugs, as they stand on the tip of their feet on their chair.
As you approach, they manage to place the mug on top of the tower, before noticing you.
“Why hello!*Slam!* *Mugs Clatering to the floor* Oh damn it!” They mutter. As they accidently swatted their arm into the middle of the tower of mugs. Sending most of them flying to the floor and some over to the neighboring tables too.
“Oh nevermind!. *Jumps down onto chair* So!, here for some more of my fancy stories, ey?. Then take a seat and grab some warm ale!. For this one is going to be chilly~. For i’m going to tell you about the grand Sir Dundra!. The Icy Blizzard!”
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Sir Dundra!. A young grand draconic wizard!. Master of the arcane arts!. The Right Hand of the Ice Cold Blizzard’s Wrath!. And the most feeble little piece of shit you’ll ever meet!. I’ll get to that one later.
Dundra is of noble blood, so he was pampered at a young age. Even more so ever since they learned that he had an affinity for magic. You see, where he comes from, there is this fancy-pants school for young wizards and magic users alike. Where only the best and elite of noble bloods go. So if your son or daughter had potential for the arcane, and they attended said school, your family would be the talk of the town!. So you know… The usual nobility bullshit.
Anyways!. He was given all the magic tomes and books he could be given, and magic tutors too. Just to help speed things along for his pre-destined path to wizardry. He never really had to lift a finger himself, for he had servants to do things for him. Though he did want to do some things for himself, only to be told that ‘He was of noble blood!. He is supposed to lead, while those below him follow his commands’. So after a time, he gave up on trying, and just went with that that was just how it was.
Fast forward a bit, and he’s successfully entered the school’s ranks. As time went by, he turned out to be a damn natural at flinging spells around and such. Creating potions. Making summoning circles. Reading ancient tomes and languages like the back of his hand. And so on.
But most notably was his affinity for using ice magic. You see, he struggled to use all the other elements, yet Ice was the one he was an expert at using. Yet somehow, it was as if his ice magic was more potent, then when everyone else conjured up some icicles and such. His ice was harder, sharper, and colder than everyone else's. After learning this, the other students gave him the nickname ‘The Iceman’. Kinda on the nose if you ask me.
Going forward again, and he’s graduated the whole damn thing with flying colors!. So after all that, he went out into the big wide world on his own, to find a nice place to build his very own wizard tower. Because those magic boys really like their towers.
It took him some time, but he eventually found a nice valley up on some snowy mountains. Thereafter he studied and fine-tuned his abilities far and beyond what he could usually achieve!. Learned new spells. Made the snowy weather where he lived, bow to his will. And even fiddled a bit with Golemancy!. Making himself some ice golems to do his bidding, and do the heavy lifting for him.
Over the years, he was considered one of the most grand wizards across the land!. And even a force not to be reckoned with!.
Dun doesn’t really participate in wars and such, he would rather stay in his tower and honed his magic skills. But when he do decide to take part in one, then ooohhh boy!. There will be a LOT of Hypothermia and Frostbite involved. For goodness sake, once upon a time, he turned a whole band of 50 bandits into Frozen Statues!, with only one spell!.
He truly is a mighty Wizard… When it comes to magic. If he didn’t have that, he would be just bloody useless.
Which brings us to his flaws. You see, because of his upbringing, he doesn’t have all that much in the muscle department. He did after all, have servants to do most of the things you and I would do. All he ever did was lift a book, and turn a page. And mess around with some bottles and so. So he is as thin as a straw, and from what i hear, almost weighs as much as straw. So all you have to do to win against him, would just be to get close to him and pick him up, and thereafter just stuff him in a barrel and that’s that.
So because of this, he has a bit of an inferiority complex. Tho it only gets triggered when he sees some of his own draconic kin, show off their toned physique. This makes him want to show everyone, and the one who triggered him, how much better and clever he is.
Which also feeds into his superiority complex. Which again, comes from his family's pampering and adoration of him in his youth. Because he was told how much smarter and grander he is, compared to the ‘low folk’ that is us…Bah!.
Anyways!. Because of all that, he has this ‘Higher than thou' attitude to everyone that isn’t of high noble blood like him. So as I said before at the start. He is the most feeble little piece of shit you’ll ever meet!, and then some!.
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“And that about does it for that pompous ass” They say, as they snatch a mug of ale from one of the passing maids.
“You know, i’m not that much of a fan of those ‘high and mighty’ people, who become complete cry babies, once they get one upped or kicked down from their high horse. But i do kind of feel pity for poor Dundra” They say, as they take a swig of ale.
“The guy struggles with lifting virtually anything that isn’t the same weight class as his books, that’s just…Sad” They say, as they look into their mug.
“...Anyways!” They spring back up with vigor in their voice. “Anything else you wanna hear?”
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This wonderful piece was made and done by the fantastical, phenomenal, and spectacular! Jaeger_Wunderkind! So get over there and check them out!
Your eyes scan through the crowd, until you spot a familiar looking face in an eye-catching suit. From what you can see, they are in the middle of stacking up what looks to be the tenth empty mug on a tower of mugs, as they stand on the tip of their feet on their chair.
As you approach, they manage to place the mug on top of the tower, before noticing you.
“Why hello!*Slam!* *Mugs Clatering to the floor* Oh damn it!” They mutter. As they accidently swatted their arm into the middle of the tower of mugs. Sending most of them flying to the floor and some over to the neighboring tables too.
“Oh nevermind!. *Jumps down onto chair* So!, here for some more of my fancy stories, ey?. Then take a seat and grab some warm ale!. For this one is going to be chilly~. For i’m going to tell you about the grand Sir Dundra!. The Icy Blizzard!”
—
Sir Dundra!. A young grand draconic wizard!. Master of the arcane arts!. The Right Hand of the Ice Cold Blizzard’s Wrath!. And the most feeble little piece of shit you’ll ever meet!. I’ll get to that one later.
Dundra is of noble blood, so he was pampered at a young age. Even more so ever since they learned that he had an affinity for magic. You see, where he comes from, there is this fancy-pants school for young wizards and magic users alike. Where only the best and elite of noble bloods go. So if your son or daughter had potential for the arcane, and they attended said school, your family would be the talk of the town!. So you know… The usual nobility bullshit.
Anyways!. He was given all the magic tomes and books he could be given, and magic tutors too. Just to help speed things along for his pre-destined path to wizardry. He never really had to lift a finger himself, for he had servants to do things for him. Though he did want to do some things for himself, only to be told that ‘He was of noble blood!. He is supposed to lead, while those below him follow his commands’. So after a time, he gave up on trying, and just went with that that was just how it was.
Fast forward a bit, and he’s successfully entered the school’s ranks. As time went by, he turned out to be a damn natural at flinging spells around and such. Creating potions. Making summoning circles. Reading ancient tomes and languages like the back of his hand. And so on.
But most notably was his affinity for using ice magic. You see, he struggled to use all the other elements, yet Ice was the one he was an expert at using. Yet somehow, it was as if his ice magic was more potent, then when everyone else conjured up some icicles and such. His ice was harder, sharper, and colder than everyone else's. After learning this, the other students gave him the nickname ‘The Iceman’. Kinda on the nose if you ask me.
Going forward again, and he’s graduated the whole damn thing with flying colors!. So after all that, he went out into the big wide world on his own, to find a nice place to build his very own wizard tower. Because those magic boys really like their towers.
It took him some time, but he eventually found a nice valley up on some snowy mountains. Thereafter he studied and fine-tuned his abilities far and beyond what he could usually achieve!. Learned new spells. Made the snowy weather where he lived, bow to his will. And even fiddled a bit with Golemancy!. Making himself some ice golems to do his bidding, and do the heavy lifting for him.
Over the years, he was considered one of the most grand wizards across the land!. And even a force not to be reckoned with!.
Dun doesn’t really participate in wars and such, he would rather stay in his tower and honed his magic skills. But when he do decide to take part in one, then ooohhh boy!. There will be a LOT of Hypothermia and Frostbite involved. For goodness sake, once upon a time, he turned a whole band of 50 bandits into Frozen Statues!, with only one spell!.
He truly is a mighty Wizard… When it comes to magic. If he didn’t have that, he would be just bloody useless.
Which brings us to his flaws. You see, because of his upbringing, he doesn’t have all that much in the muscle department. He did after all, have servants to do most of the things you and I would do. All he ever did was lift a book, and turn a page. And mess around with some bottles and so. So he is as thin as a straw, and from what i hear, almost weighs as much as straw. So all you have to do to win against him, would just be to get close to him and pick him up, and thereafter just stuff him in a barrel and that’s that.
So because of this, he has a bit of an inferiority complex. Tho it only gets triggered when he sees some of his own draconic kin, show off their toned physique. This makes him want to show everyone, and the one who triggered him, how much better and clever he is.
Which also feeds into his superiority complex. Which again, comes from his family's pampering and adoration of him in his youth. Because he was told how much smarter and grander he is, compared to the ‘low folk’ that is us…Bah!.
Anyways!. Because of all that, he has this ‘Higher than thou' attitude to everyone that isn’t of high noble blood like him. So as I said before at the start. He is the most feeble little piece of shit you’ll ever meet!, and then some!.
—
“And that about does it for that pompous ass” They say, as they snatch a mug of ale from one of the passing maids.
“You know, i’m not that much of a fan of those ‘high and mighty’ people, who become complete cry babies, once they get one upped or kicked down from their high horse. But i do kind of feel pity for poor Dundra” They say, as they take a swig of ale.
“The guy struggles with lifting virtually anything that isn’t the same weight class as his books, that’s just…Sad” They say, as they look into their mug.
“...Anyways!” They spring back up with vigor in their voice. “Anything else you wanna hear?”
—
This wonderful piece was made and done by the fantastical, phenomenal, and spectacular! Jaeger_Wunderkind! So get over there and check them out!
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