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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:44 pm
A day out usually ment a day of shopping for any drow being sponsered by a wealthy house but there was always the exception. Today that excepetion was Gir Imad'rk, now houses with his Lady Imordana. He had been allowed to visit the market place he had met his Lady in though in truth he was being sent out to clean up after a mess he had made. So the colorful male wandered aimlessly around the market until he entered the mage quarter. Few people knew him here, those that did were from the Illusionist school. Every school had attempted to teach him but all found him to be far too out of control. He smiled blankly as he looked at all the magic schools and peeked into a few windows to watch them. He learned to create the illusion of a spell by simply watching. His mind remembered the look of the spell and his magic recreated it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:32 pm
 Now, where was he this day. Naddaer could never remember which city was which, after traveling much you tend to forget those details. I guess I'll just ask someone later. Not that it mattered really. As he walked along the market, he seemed to have stumbled upon the mage quarter which was always an interesting place to wander. Gold eyes looked around and into the schools curiously. How he longed to take proper classes for his skill. Sure he could do tricks, mostly self-taught slight of hand. Those were not real magic though, yet some times things would happen for unexplained reasons. His magic was strong, that he knew. He had yet to find a house to take him in though. Oh well he had to make a living some how.
Setting to the side of the street, Naddaer reached into his pockets and produced four green/blue crystals. Slowly they started to spin in the palm of his hand, one crystal was set upon the top of three others.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 5:47 pm
Gir continued his miandering, drawing strange looks due to his unusual looks. Half his hair shaven close to his head while the other side was long and wavey. His bright clothes were definately different from the darker colors worn by others. They also didn't match in any way, so he was very much a fashion disaster. He danced in his own special way, looking for something to perhaps buy with his new allowance. He wanted to find a gift for his Lady, to thank her for being so kind to him. Nothing seemed to chatch his eye until he came upon a drow that was playing with some interesting crystals. The pink eyed illusionist watched him do his trick. He smiled with childish glee as the man seemed to be doing a trick. He liked tricks.
Then......Gir had an idea. He reached into his pockets, which were hardly deep and flat against his body, and brought out three similar crystals. He began to copy the fun individual. He smiled to the man before speaking with a childish voice. It didn't seem to fit him, looking much like a teenager. "Hello! Gir is his name! Gir like's your trick!"
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