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Always glad to go into extra detail! Thanks for bring these up by the way, I was meaning to add a bit more storyline to him. Just a quick note, I promise not to use the insta-killing on any characters, unless permitted. I'm a consumate gamer, and respect to the other players is first on my list. First off, the Vorpal Sword.

The Hushed Whisper (Vorpal Blade's name) has quite a long ancestry. Before it came into the Im'Tyrr family, it belonged to a wealthy merchant, who obtained it from another merchant of less noble means, who stole it from an adventurer. The adventurer obtained it from a rather nasty Lich's crypt, and barely escaped from it. The blade has tasted the blood of bugbears, elves, Drow, and owlbears in its time, and it has even survived an encounter with a Wraith. Unfortunately, it was nearly lost in a confrontation with a mummy, which gave the adventurer a case of Grave-Rot, resulting in his eventual, painful demise. His wife claimed it in his name, and that is who the peddler eventually stole it from. It sat on the peddlar's mantle for the better part of a decade before being spotted by the wealthy merchant: the man had an acute eye for detail, and quickly recognized the value of such a blade, making what seemed to be a good deal for a sword that was worth easily thirty times the value given. The wealthy merchant wore the sword proudly, using it in duels to deadly effect. However, he was proudly displaying his wares in a surface town one evening, when another man accused him of being a scam artist; offended, the merchant naturally challenged him to a duel, drawing the blade with fury. Today though, the sword wasn't as hungry as it usually was: blows were struck, blood was drawn, and a life ended. However, the once-triumphant merchant now found his blood upon the edge of another's blade, and he fell, defeated. The scene descended into anarchy as the bystanders struggled to snatch the fallen merchant's wares. Malag's father had been hunting on the surface and was returning home when he stumbled uopn the scene. A practiced thief, he managed to snatch up the sword and make for the caverns, along with a good deal of money. He was pursued, of course, but the blade had apparently awakened, and it defended him with vigor, beheading all who stood before him. He quickly returned home with the blade, and hid it from all eyes for several weeks. Afterwards, he presented it to his wife, who recieved it graciously. Ever since, the sword has rested in the family's vault, only to be called upon in times of need. His mother and father were both wounded in the destruction and looting of another house, and their ability to garner income was severely dampened. Since Malag's skills were just beginning to blossom, his mother loaned it to him to aid his assassinations, and protect her source of income.
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For the Spider Dagger, I understand your concerns about this too, and I agree with them. I'm changing it to be just a regular poisoned dagger. Like you said, I don't need a dagger +2 AND a Vorpal Sword. It's like a rocket launcher with a bayonet attachment: cool, but not really necessary or justifiable.
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As for the Sculptor's Chisel, I also promise not to use that without player consent. It's weakness is the fact that it must be pressed directly against exposed flesh, and it must stay in contact while he says the ENTIRE command. And no, I also promise not to use the "Talking is a free action" cheat, lol. All the target has to do to avoid it is take a step backwards, or slap his hand away. Humans have it a bit harder, because the command is a simple four syllable phrase, but anything else has a pretty good chance of escape: the ten syllable phrase offers much more time to get away, as the enunciation must be clear.

It can also only be used once a week: no exceptions. I'll explain it too: I looooove backstory!!!

The Sculptor's Chisel is an rather interesting piece of work. At first glance, it appears as nothing more than a slighty gaudy, if expensive bit of jewelry. It's a small platinum band with the Im'Tyrr family crest carved along the outside, and a small topaz set into the center, shaped to resemble a chisel. It is innocuous, but it's history is as long as the Im'Tyrr family line. Forged by Malag's greatest grandfather at the commision of his greatest grandmother, the ring was cast and set innocently enough. However, Malag's greatest grandmother was always seeking to please her daughters, who deeply loved sculpting. She pursued mystic knowledge to enchant the ring, but was largely unsuccessful. She tormented herself night and day, seeking an appropriate way to make the ring into something interesting, but she failed time and again. Finally, in an anxious fit, she went to the Temple of Lolth nearby and cloistered herself into a private chapel. She prayed for inspiration for days, but never once emerged. Two weeks later, her family grew concerned, and went to the Temple to inquire about her. The Priestesses opened the door, and there stood a statue of the Greatest Grandmother, frozen in place with a brilliant smile upon her lips and the ring held between her fingers. The words "Punitatus" and "Zah'har mal'rak, tupora khaliizi" were carved into her forearm, and the pool of blood on the ground indicated that she had written them in a burst of creativity. Even if unthawed, she would already be dead from blood loss. Some say that she was divinely inspired by her time in the temple, others say that she concieved it in another fit of madness. None can say for certain though, for the only ones who bore witness to the ring's birth were the Greatest Grandmother, and the Spider Queen herself. And at the moment, neither of them has said anything one way or the other...

However, the ring passed to her daughters and they experimented with it to discover it's powers. Two were lost to the ring's power whilst repeating the words, and the third died at the cost of learning it's different effect on humans. The fourth and youngest finally unlocked it's secrets, and put them to good use, learning from her sisters' sacrifices. She became known for her beautiful, intricate, and exceedingly life-like sculptures, but only the Im'Tyrr knew the secret behind them: living flesh once moved beneath the stony skin, but never again.

Through the generations, the ring has been passed as a primary source of income, and a prized family heirloom. Malag's mother had never proven her knack for art, and her talent at "posing" her statues was quite wanting. Her son though, proved exceptional at the task, and was quickly set to work once a week, crafting magnificent images of great warriors, tearful goodbyes, and proud leaders. The family enjoyed the income, and Malag's creativity blossomed in turn: his mother gave him the ring to use in his pursuits, provided he sent back the profits for her and Malag's father to live on. To this day, Malag sculpts in his downtime, making money and sending it back home along with a letter recording his latest deeds.
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Finally, I understand that Goblins and Orcs are tricksy creatures, but Malag doesn't quite grasp it yet. One of his weaknesses is overconfidence, and I was trying to show that a bit there: he's still fairly young, so he's naturally a bit reckless and smug.

Well, I hope that was enough justification for the items and other bits, and I hope you liked the stories. I look forward to hearing your reviews!

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