*Written as if it was a record of some event and apparently in third person. In some areas are large equations detailing the percentages stated within. The words are obvious that the write sees themself in a high standing.*
Time: Late eve. Weather: Cloudy night. A low breeze blows against the window of Eli's inn room.
Status: Astounded.
Reason: Sources found and new pet acquired.
Explanation: Upon Eli's discovery of Kalytra, he was both thrilled and excited in a way that could not be described. At last, the source of the Black Orc knowledge he sought. But a cost was necessary, and like a good business man as he was, Eli secured a bargin for his knowledge. A letter to be written, and signed by a Lady Naraside. To the Dukes of Baldur's Gate it would go and deal with a unpleasant gnome by the name of Bently, who seemed intent on defying a writ of protection written by the duke's themselves.
Once this was agreed upon, an event with only a 1 in a 200,356,221 1/25ths chance occurred. A large slime, possibly gray slime in species but further testing was required, slurped its way along the road. There it saw a druid, that went by the name of Ivan, and proceeded to cuddle the druid.
The druid, reviled by the creature tried to request its immediate destruction, and many others agreed. Their primitive minds wishing for violence like a wild beast craves blood, then thought out educated course of action that did not end with a battle, injuries and the lost chance for a study of rare proportions.
Acting quickly, Eli immediately took control of the situation, his obvious intellect winning out over the barbarous desires of the others. With quick reflexes he soon tamed the creature which obeyed his every command in return for treats. With the creature tamed, and given a suitable name, Eli was quick to spirit it away from the blood thirsty mob of primitives.
Once more Eli showed his great love of life and gentle nature of peace, and saved an innocent, but very hungry, life from a deadly end. And no doubt several of those mindless savage's for a battle with such a creature would not have been easy.
Guiding the gentle giant along, Eli soon spirited the creature away to a welcome home within a cave off the cliff overlooking the sea. There Eli took it upon himself to train the creature, and discovered that it bore a semblance of intelligence. Hurrzah for Eli saw that he had saved a simple creature, but one of intelligence even if limited. And so Eli took it to give this creature knowledge and teach it ways to avoid the rabid mobs.
Though training was short for a time, before the creature slithered off to rest, Eli had learned not only to communicate with the creature, but had taught it to avoid eating certain things. Another victory for Eli as his destiny shines ever brighter.
*In the lower right is a small note:
One slurp: No
Two slurps: Yes
Three slurps: Maybe.
Burp: Possibly ingested a sword or other metal.
Destiny's Child. A book of Eli.
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Destiny's Child. A book of Eli.
Will I find the light. Or be swallowed by Darkness. I sense hope. But foresee harm. Will I know the blade. Taste the blood. I see a figure. I see a shadow...I see myself
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Master_Sarevok
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Re: Destiny's Child. A book of Eli.
At the beginning page is an obviously multiply modified introduction, to what one might call an autobiography. A very one sided opinion autobiography though.
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In the grandiose nation of Thay, on a stormy night. A child was born to a wizard couple. This child was Eli Press, and his was a life to be filled with venture and grandeur. Claimed to be fated by Shavras herself for some destiny only he knew.
He inherited the black hair and eye color from his mother, who died sometime after his birth. But his mind and wit he inherited from his father, and it was evident by the time of his tenth year that his intellect was far above even his father.
His father was a minor Red Wizard, who had high hopes for his son to follow a path he preferred. During the first fifteen years of his life, Eli was schooled in the art of the Weave. As well he took to aiding his father in his studies of the ancient empires of men, especially those of the Netherese.
But Eli was destined for greater things, and his father's path was not for him. That path was slow and without fame, a path beneath the grandeur of Eli. And so, taking his father's spellbook, Eli left home and took to finishing his education in his own way and to forge his own path towards fame.
And so the tale of Eli Press begins, and with a wide land of the Sword Coast available for him, Eli is sure to make his name known through the histories.
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In the grandiose nation of Thay, on a stormy night. A child was born to a wizard couple. This child was Eli Press, and his was a life to be filled with venture and grandeur. Claimed to be fated by Shavras herself for some destiny only he knew.
He inherited the black hair and eye color from his mother, who died sometime after his birth. But his mind and wit he inherited from his father, and it was evident by the time of his tenth year that his intellect was far above even his father.
His father was a minor Red Wizard, who had high hopes for his son to follow a path he preferred. During the first fifteen years of his life, Eli was schooled in the art of the Weave. As well he took to aiding his father in his studies of the ancient empires of men, especially those of the Netherese.
But Eli was destined for greater things, and his father's path was not for him. That path was slow and without fame, a path beneath the grandeur of Eli. And so, taking his father's spellbook, Eli left home and took to finishing his education in his own way and to forge his own path towards fame.
And so the tale of Eli Press begins, and with a wide land of the Sword Coast available for him, Eli is sure to make his name known through the histories.
Will I find the light. Or be swallowed by Darkness. I sense hope. But foresee harm. Will I know the blade. Taste the blood. I see a figure. I see a shadow...I see myself