There was onece the order of the arcanisters, me hearties, almost three centuries ago, they were also known as, keepers of the spells, and i am introducing to yer,the best of all arcanisters, Nilas. *Takes a drink from mug*, ahh yes, just like my grandfather used to tell me, about his grandfather about Nilas, yer see, i also be an Arcanister, but i anin't keeping anemore spells *hic*, i be a bard, and this aint a song, but a story. *Takes out an old painting*, here he is, i have others but ill show ya during the story *hic*
*Drinks from tankard*, *hic* he also managed to keep a record of himself. Just before the ayelids finished their precious little tower, then came the invasion and blah blah blah *hic*, then after all that commotion came the arcanisters, which stored all known spells in the orrey, yes, the orrey *hic*, i dont have a paintinc of it but i have a painting of the arcanisters *takes old painting from backpack*
They kept keeping the spells for years, making potions,discovering new religions until Kalthis Sunchaser,
the old bastard, tested one of them on poor Nilas, and eventually drove him mad *hic*, until one day....
*takes out another painting*
, he finally lost it *hic*Kalthis Sunchaser ran away, but Nilas got the old bugger,
alas me hearties, my throat be dry, here is a painting i want this tavern to keep, just to know , that a descendand of probably the greatest man sat here, and enjoyed his time with his hearties
farewell,
*takes one last drink, put all other paintings in the backpack and walks out of the tavern*
THE END
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