To Inquire on the Wizardway

[Norgeth 1902]

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TO INQUIRE ON THE WIZARDWAY

Written in the Common Year 252

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[!] Small Gnome-Sized letters were posted at the various temporary settlements and holdings of Kalldur, each marked with the symbol of a red felt cap.

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Greetings and a hundred thousand good tidings be upon you, o’ reader! I am Cosmorazek Grainstone, a humble Oblazeki Gnomish scholar and polymath seeking wisdom and knowledge of the venerable Wizardway. I aspire to emulate the mythical Ancients of Oblazekos, learning the arts of magic and sorcery so that I may better defend my Gnomish brethren against a harsh and unforgiving world; whimsy must not be lost in the deluge of darkness, but rather it must shine as a beacon, spreading joy and wisdom to all. I am not picky about which of these arcane studies I may learn; I simply seek to use what I discover for the betterment of the Oblazeki people and indeed all of Descendant Kind.

 

Please send me word via letter if willing to instruct me in the Wizardway and some of its many disciplines. May the Incarnations guide you from beyond the outer orbits. GREAT ONE preserve you, o’ reader.

- Cosmorazek Willfizzson Grainstone

 

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[Ardory 2978]

A gnomish hypernaut soaked in purple and green blood and guts takes a break from his slaying of interdimensional entities after a nation, which he will not mention, let a fragile defense mechanism fail. He sits on a nearby floating rock, giving a long exhale, as a little rip in reality ejects the weekly mail right into his face. He grumbles as he looks through multiple fines, bills, and advertisements until he stops at a neatly sealed letter with the name of Cosmorazek on it. He perks as he fumbles to break the wax seal and read over it with interest. A smile reaches from cheek to cheek as he folds it neatly and puts it under his hat. "One of my kin seeking the power of whimsy? Fascinating, I must meet him!" He then freezes as horrid and garbled screeches echo through the otherworldly environment and he gives a disappointed sigh, "After the cleanup..."

 

[DancingZebra267 1626]

Grimbol sat beneath his tree, squinting at the letter with a pair of foggy spectacles "To Cosmo... Cosmoraz... Cosmorazek Grainstone..." he muttered, nodding along as wrote the letter before scratching his beard with a twig. After a moment of thoughtful silence and a sip from his bog water, he'd go back to writing the letter. The letter read: To Cosmorazek Grainstone, come to my tree, for Ol' Grimbol knows many potent magics! Behold the secrets of the ages, such as The Mysterious Thumb Detachment, The Infinite Scarf, The Cup and Acorn Game, The Coin Behind Yer Ear.

 

- Grimbol Grobol, Elder of Dunburrow

[Two2the 365]

Shellbert sat, The gnome huddled into his snail like shell while a large pigeon pecked at it...  As he read the note  he mumbled the words "Purphal... Purphal sthouf mhiee ghoume kuin wounts..." Shellbert knew what he had to do, "BLOOMSTIUHCK"  Shellbert screamed as he jumped out of his shell, running to where he last saw his resident hypernaut.