Aptchi the Chef

This story is the background of a new Pathfinder character I came up with, who I may use as an NPC in my Meier setting.

Aptchi hatched about seven years ago.

Aptchi’s mother’s name was Eustela, and she was very unusual for a white dragon. Of course, as any dragon scholar knows, there are ten dragon breeds, and white dragons are the stupidest, weakest, and most pathetic of the bunch. Of course, that’s not saying much, since they’re still dragons who can bite your head off or freeze you into ice with their frost breath. But still, the other dragons look down on them. And white dragons themselves, seizing every opportunity to claim some kind of superiority, look down on those members of their tribe who show any kind of frailty or oddity. So when I say Eustela was an unusual white dragon, I mean that the other white dragons all laughed at her.

Eustela liked living in the warmest parts of Kamto, the frosty kingdom which white dragons rule with an iron fist. Already that was strange for a white dragon. She prefered the meat of unintelligent beasts to that of humans and other intelligent creatures – also odd. And she had been known to trade away part of her hoard, something almost unheard of in white dragons. For even though she got more valuables out of her trades, to part with any part of one’s hoard was considered un-dragonly.

Being so odd, Eustela was belittled and dishonored by her peers. She had no intention of changing her ways to  fit in, but she desperately sought any way to show the other dragons that she really was great. Her chance came when she caught a small group of human interlopers in her domain one day, and captured them all. As I mentioned, though they are stupid and weak by dragon standards, mature white dragons can still beat the stuffing out of humans who aren’t prepared, and Eustela wasn’t going to compound her dishonor by letting these intruders get away with their lives. But, lording it over the few creatures she could for this brief moment, she allowed them to beg for their lives.  Continue reading

Cyan & Plum: Practice, Practice, Gun

And now, the exciting conclusion of yesterday’s story.

Sir… there’s a situation here…” Plum thought, trying to reach out to his master. As much as Plum resented Cyan, he knew that the Archmage could fix up any jam. But Cyan didn’t reply. Maybe the Archmage was busy, or maybe he had gone farther away. Or maybe he just didn’t feel like helping. Whatever the reason, Plum was on his own. In the corner of this dive of a diner were six gangsters, three in pinstripe suits, three in plain gray suits, all pointing guns at each other.

Heart pounding, Plum realized he had mere seconds to avert a bloodbath in the diner. He focused on pinstriped Mustachio, who’d started all this, and cast Silent Suggestion again. <I don’t want any violence. I’d better put my gun down.>

The man’s arm shook slightly, but it did not move. Why hadn’t it worked? Continue reading

Cyan & Plum: Practice, Practice, Practice

This story takes place in the modern fantasy setting I described in my last post. 

Archmage Cyan always believed in learning by doing. Once the theory was understood, of course.

“And what are the components of the spell?”

“Mental only. As the name suggests, Silent Suggestion has no incantation or verbal component.”

“Obviously,” said Cyan, unimpressed. “Its effects?”

“To influence the actions of the target by implanting a single suggestion, no more than a sentence or two. A basic mind controlling spell, made more complex and more difficult by its undetectability.”

“I didn’t ask how difficult it was,” Cyan said curtly. “What are the spell’s limitations?”

“The suggestion must be worded in such a manner as to make the activity sound reasonable,” the apprentice recited. “And acts that the target considers to be self-destructive will cause the spell to be rejected.”

“That’s right, Plum,” Cyan nodded. With that, he pushed open the door. Continue reading

Setting: Sorcerers and Apprentices

Here’s a new setting of mine! Modern fantasy, influenced by Harry Potter, and The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (the Disney movie), along with other works I’ve surely forgotten. Hopefully the following speech, given by a prominent sorcerer to his potential apprentice, will explain my idea.

There are seven billion human beings on this planet. And of those, maybe only about 200 are sorcerers.

We sorcerers, wizards, mages, witches, whatever you want to call us — we’ve always been around. The only reason you haven’t seen us is because we don’t want you to see us. And it’s not like we stand out. We don’t dress funny, carry wands, wear pointed hats or anything like that. Our magic, our ability to manipulate the arcane forces that normal people can’t sense, comes from within us. It comes from the Skill. With Skill, we can unleash fireballs, summon monsters, twist minds, transform flesh, or bend reality in any one of a million other ways. All it takes is study, training, dedication, creativity, and yes, Skill. Continue reading

Nanofiction: Character Bios

Here are some short (very short) bios of a few characters I’ve made up.

The Master (?) Chymist

January the elf was born a slave. Sold from master to master until an alchemical guild purchased him to be a janitor and test subject. They treated him cruelly. One day he found himself running away from the guild’s flaming wreckage, but couldn’t remember how it happened. Alchemy can do funny things to a mind…

I Turned My Teacher Into A Spoon

Ashley is a girl of eight. She has uncombed black hair, a lovely red dress, a pewter cauldron, and an imp familiar. When her parents died, they left her their mansion – but they forgot to leave the mansion. Tired of living in a haunted house, she struck out on her own. Friendless, evil, but redeemable.

Fearsome Friendly Dragon

Bosarius, or Boltrider, is a youngish bronze dragon. He breathes lightning. Bosarius took it upon himself to watch over a small, helpless port town. His goal: guide it over the years to become a thriving metropolis. But can the townsfolk survive having a brash, easily angered (but good-hearted) dragon as “protector”? Time will tell.

Secret Agent Woman

Tara is an agent of a shadowy agency – can’t tell you which. She was assigned as “handler” of a rather bumbling mayor, whose administration must be a success – for classified reasons. Using her elite skills, Tara covertly seeks out and eliminates threats to His Honor – when she’s not covertly saving him from his own mistakes.

The Wizard Who Did It

Jackiv. Once, an eccentric wizard who liked having fun with magic, never mind the consequences. One day he found an unholy artifact that rubbed him the wrong way. He unmade it, absorbed its power, and became a god. Now a divinity, he still futzes with magic for amusement. Unexplained obstacle? Bizarre phenomenon? Probably his fault.

Character Bio: Zayde Alter

Here is a bio for a character I’m playing in another Pathfinder campaign. He’s an old dwarf wizard named Zayde Alter. References made to the world of Golarion will not be explained.

A Personal Greeting

“Hello, my young friends! I’m Zayde Alter! You can just call me Zayde if you want. It’s a lot easier, isn’t it? I have a terrible memory for names, myself. I once spent a whole month memorizing the name of this one gnome from Brastlewark who was trying to sell me alchemist’s equipment. As though I need any more flasks! Why, I have one of the old flasks the temple of Aroden used to sell healing potions in, back when he was still around. Ah, I miss that old temple. There was one priestess there who was really nice to me. She always told me… WHOA! Whoops! Tripped over my beard, hehehe! Ahem! Where was I…?”

Introduction

Zayde Alter is 391-and-a-half years old. Born in the Five Kings Mountains, he he left his home for Cheliax when he was old enough to set out on his own. (This was, of course, before the death of Aroden and the corruption of Cheliax by the infernal Thrune dynasty.) There he studied the arcane arts under an elven master, a retired adventurer. Zayde, enchanted by his teacher’s stories, decided that he too, would become an adventurer, fighting through the unexplored parts of Golarion to bring back riches and knowledge to the civilized world. As a young man, he did have a brief adventuring career. It was while gathering a team to explore a long-forgotten crypt that he met the love of his life, a Continue reading

Item Bio: Tsurris

A little bit of lore from the Pathfinder campaign I’m a player in. My character is Cain Ahora, lawful servant of Asmodeus. I’ll probably post a bio of him later. But this post isn’t about him. It’s about his sword.

In the last years of his life, renowned halfling magus and adventurer Macher Kishef turned his talents towards the construction of magical weapons, projects that would contribute in a physical and long-lasting way to his legacy. One of his lesser known works was a certain greatsword made of pure adamantine. It was commissioned by a young man who, despite the loss of several fingers and a violent youth, had found the path of law and had recently been inducted into the Hellknights, an organization devoted to maintaining order and fighting chaos.

The young Hellknight wanted the sword to be enchanted with flame, and asked for it to be called Uris, which meant “My fire” in Thassilonian and “Scorch” in Azlanti (perhaps by coincidence). Macher forged the sword as requested, and inscribed the word Uris in ornate Thassilonian runes on one side, and in flowing Azlanti script on the other side, and studded the hilt with rubies.

Shortly before the sword was completed, however, the Hellknight in question was cursed by Continue reading