The Tower
The Wizard’s Discovery
NPC Generator Identity: [QH] Mystic (social)
Goal: [9D] Enrich Self (technical)
Features: [5] Unusual equipment - [4S] Old (mystical)
Attitude to PCs: [1] Surprisingly lacking
He steps into the charred, blackened circle of stones, regarding the ruined Menhir with a grim expression.
This is both good and bad news. It is one less loose end to tidy up, that’s good. But it means that his observation of the Daemon’s activities may well be cut short. That’s bad. Regrettable, irritating, he concedes.
Could be worse.
Leaning on his staff, old bones creaking, he picks his way towards the rubble at the centre of the henge.
And stops.
The Elven girl has a youthful, pointed face, and cannot be more than, oh, one hundred and twenty years old? She is exceedingly pretty, with a tumble of rich red hair, pale skin and charming freckles. The hair is a bit much, and her clothing is a jumble of messy field clothes, so there is room for improvement.
Call it a new project.
He turns her with the end of the staff, the girl’s head lolling, revealing a trickle of blood from a wound in her forehead. Shrapnel from the Menhir, he suspects. Superficial at worst.
She is alive, and breathing, that appealing set of udders on her chest rippling with her laboured, unconscious breaths.
She’ll make for a very nice diversion indeed, whilst he prepares for a new topic of interest.
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