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Hail traveler,

 

My name is ladrod and I am an elf. I saw some other elves doing magic in Malinor and thought it was amazing, and i would like to get a magic teacher. i do not care what kind of magic, i Just want to experience this magical art. If any master of the magic could teach me I will be great student.

 

Signed,

Ladrod The Great

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Vlad bursts out laughing at the man's note. "Another fool requesting a teacher of the magical arts? All this shows is that you should not learn how to use them!" He says loudly and shakes his head side to side for a moment before he walks off.

 

 

 

Okay, sorry man but to be honest asking people like this will get you no where. If you want a magic teacher it will take a lot of work, like becoming friends with one who might teach you in the future or something.

 

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The Lovelorn Wanderer tilts his head at the man.

 

"Good luck, I have tried in this same pursuit for a long time."

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Seth shakes his head as he reads the notice and writes down on the note with a gold colored ink. 

"Let this be a lesson for not only you "Ladrod" but anyone else. Writing "I want magic, please teach me" is not going to work, for the most time. Sometimes there might be a lonely mage but do not count your luck on it. Instead, search for a profession which might be of use for you that you might actualy get. A farm hand, blacksmith or like, the list is longer and more likely to happen than magic.

-The mage which is tired of these kinds of notes."

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The Dread Lord approaches the sign, his metallic body screams and grumbles, his entire essence contorting against itself as he reads the sign. A demonic voice echoes from deep within his figure, it is hoarse, putrid, wretched.

 

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for the pure arcane, I can tell you I don't have it. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long life of demonic torture and imprisonment. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you stop this reckless pursuit for magic right now,that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

 

The Dread Lord stares at the sign for several more seconds, before his twisted and massive body begins striding away from the scene.

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The Dread Lord approaches the sign, his metallic body screams and grumbles, his entire essence contorting against itself as he reads the sign. A demonic voice echoes from deep within his figure, it is hoarse, putrid, wretched.

 

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for the pure arcane, I can tell you I don't have it. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long life of demonic torture and imprisonment. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you stop this reckless pursuit for magic right now,that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

 

The Dread Lord stares at the sign for several more seconds, before his twisted and massive body begins striding away from the scene.

((WE ARE NO LONGER LADRODS' *******

 

PRAISE AMERICA))

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The King sees the note while in the southland working with the locals for charitable ends, and chuckles.

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*Roy litterally rips the note to peices*
"God, im getting tired of people like him"
*He continues on his  way, ridding his trusty stead.. Bobby*

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Timelord Babalouche the Wandering Wizard stumbles upon the request. 

 

"Sir or madam if you wish to learn the arcane arts. I am service, do not be afraid, I will hold. your hand.

 

Let's be friends!?

 

- Babalouche!"

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Timelord Babalouche the Wandering Wizard stumbles upon the request. 

 

"Sir or madam if you wish to learn the arcane arts. I am service, do not be afraid, I will hold. your hand.

 

Let's be friends!?

 

- Babalouche!"

 

 

Ladrod skips off into the sunset with his new magical friend, holding hands.

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