Temple of elemental evil

Ilmari's Arcane Musings 1

Poor Ryslip. I feel bad for my once jovial but now frozen Gnome companion. I had not anticipated that he would be so bold as to read the mage’s spellbook, I had only intended to learn what secrets were contained within the array of maps and notes that he was so intent on hiding earlier in the day. I fondly remember my old grandfather’s instruction that “from each ill a lesson learn” and from this ill-advised venture I have learned two things. Firstly, the grease spell that I am so fond of may be used to lubricate a frozen person’s inner thighs so as to prevent saddle sore. This adds to the already long list of cooking and practical jokes uses that I have found for the spell. Secondly, the arcane ward lying cruelly in wait for my inquisitive Gnome friend has given me inspiration for a new spell when I first get the chance to study. Ilmari’s Intruder Interdiction will function in the same way as the Sepia Snake Sigil, essentially, but with some subtle changes to the rhythm of the somatic components and a material component of a splinter of wood in place of a snake scale, I think I can substitute the snake effect for a hatchet. This seems an entirely more satisfying version of the spell.
My other companions are not without mention.
Fruven is also trained in the arcane arts but is a specialist of the conjuration school. He is equally concerned with the misuse of our arcane gift as with its use. He is many years my elder and as such is certainly an excellent source of knowledge, particularly where summoning is concerned. I have proposed a fair exchange of spells but for the moment the proposal has been met with some uncertainty. He claims to not have as much experience of the arcane as I have presumed from his age, but I think this is just an excuse to avoid exchanging with a youth who will have gathered fewer spells during his career. I hope to convince him otherwise during our current foray into the wilderness in search of Hommlet’s missing priestess.
Ling is a Paladin, the like of which I have never before met. His heart is obviously in the right place but he can be a little too serious. He doesn’t even drink mead, which I quite frankly do not understand. However, he has a strong sword arm and I am already contemplating how the arcane forces may be harnessed to improve his already considerable strength. Of our group it is only he who may be able to stand toe to toe with the enemy in melee and some magical boon for his ability to do so would be prudent.
Lastly, Tamar is an elf who is elusive and aloof. He flits in and out of our nascent adventuring group like a ghost. One feels as though he is not truly at one with the party yet, but instead takes part only when it suits him for his own amusement. On the guard caravan I heard him talking restlessly to himself during the meditation he takes instead of sleep. One name, Limi, was repeated many times during a period in which a small but not unnoticeable bulge in his breeches indicated his recalling of some lustful memory. Elves! They claim to be so culturally superior to us humans but they are as base as the lower animals when it comes to mating. His nocturnal yearnings notwithstanding, he has both the mark of the divine and the arcane about him and has a self-confidence which exudes power. He is no doubt meant for great things and for all the unpleasantness of having to witness his nightly barbarities, I do hope he finally decides to incorporate himself into the group on a more permanent basis. He will certainly be useful in combat and his age and wisdom provide something that Fruven and I cannot.



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