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Witchdoktor the Mystic

I am Witchdoktor. My name has evolved through my young years to define who I will be. My parents were proud Easterners and although I didn't know my Father aside from stories told by my Mother and some soldiers who had fought by my Father's side in battle, I did get a sense that both were well-liked by the community and this gave me a certain feeling of belonging. Early on, according to my Mother, I exhibited a great love for Nature and being outside. I would even wander far into the forest for exploration coming back with flowers, herbs and seeds to show Mother. She was so proud of my thirst for knowledge that she allowed Mystics of varying races to come and sit with me and impart their knowledge so that I may grow into someone worthy of respect. One Mystic in particular, Sylladra, a half-elf, taught me much about herbalism. This way I knew what fungus and berries could be eaten in the forest without any adverse affects and which of them could provide me with a "heightened mental awareness that would expand my mind". Sylladra said I should be a bit older before engaging in that experience, but I daresay that I would love to try it now!.

Mystic Witchdoktor

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I remember a young boy, human, who was being taught by another Mystic. An old man whose name I've since forgotten. This young boy, Artemis, became a good friend. As our respective Mystics had us in the same forest learning, we would meet up and trade woes about how our learning was going. The Mystics would talk to one another as they walked a bit away from us so as to maintain an air of privacy. Artemis and I would make ourselves sick on blackberries. That's a mouth stain you cannot hide. They were so good! After the Mystics had their talk they would quickly usher us away from one another scolding us for eating so many berries and not cleaning our faces off. I was brought to the stream more often than not for a quick wash before being escorted home to my Mother. I knew I would say Artemis the next day. One day in the early part of the Harvest month, Artemis called to me from a hiding spot. His voice was a loud whisper but carried with it the tone of excitement. What was he up to now? I looked around for Sylladra and she was feeling the lush green moss on an old oak tree's bed. Luckily for me, her back was turned. I quietly scampered over to Artemis and asked what he was doing here and why wasn't his Mystic with him. "You won't believe what I have!", he said. He had this mischievous sparkle in his eye that made me wonder if he had done something in secret. "I'm almost afraid to ask.... "., I said. He smiled brightly as he pulled out an old polished stick that had some small runic markings on it. The stick was a dark brown and radiated a very faint glow or maybe it was the effect of the morning light glinting off the polish. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. "Where'd you get that"", I asked quietly. "I borrowed it from my Mystics backpack when he wasn't looking". He giggled a bit and I put my hands over his mouth to shush him. "You mean you stole it!" I was part envious of his bravery and part envious of him just holding the darn wand. "What does it do?", I asked. "I think it creates fire." With that, he pointed the wand to a nearby bush. He thought a minute, his mouth moving with inaudible words. "Yes, I think that's how he says it." "Says what?" I asked feeling a bit nervous.
He uttered those words and the bush literally blew sky high. The sound was that of an alchemist's vial breaking on an oil spill. A big "boom" then a wave of heat and a pursuant fire. Before I could even comprehend what I just saw, Sylladra quenched the fire with one of her water spells and then shot a look over at me as I tried to cower away behind the tree. "Silas!", she said,"Playtime is over! Come! I'm taking you home!" Artemis stifled a giggle and just sat there whilst I got up and with head hanging low, I walked over to Sylladra but I turned back and gave Artemis a smile of approval that said "thanks for the show". He waved back. I knew we would be friends from that day forward.

Witchdoktor the Mystic Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

My builders have completed meh wooden abode so that I, Witchdoktor will abide there.

Mystic Witchdoktor

Reflections On Your Mother

I wish for my Mother everyday. The hardships I experienced after her passing then having to deal with my twin siblings as well as a home and the ever growing threat of Bandits out in our neck of the woods. It's too much for a young boy to bear. The only thing that stilled my mind were memories of my Mother and my life as a child with her.
My Mother, a waif-like woman, was a half-elf. Woods elf to be specific. She said she had fallen for my Father, a human, when she saw him many times come into the woods to practice fighting maneuvers. She said "he was strong and fearless and that is how I was going to be someday because [you] look just like him". She worked hard to give me and the twins a life. She only stopped in the evening to feed us and bathe us afterward. Then she would bathe herself and get in bed with us kids. It was the best feeling of family I can remember. Especially those grueling Winter nights when the snow here in the forest blocked the front doorway. She would pull the bit of extra material from her flowy nightgown over us as well as a thick quilt and we'd huddle there hoping that the hunters would come to check on them. Many days we went without meat and dined sparsely on grain flatbread, fermented bean paste and sweet maple sap. Come Spring, Mother would rouse us to set traps like my Father taught her and she would strategically decide where to set them outside in the Forest. Those excursions out in the Forest with her were always so fun! Me and the twins kicking around in fresh moss and Mother humming a tune nearby as she looked for fresh budding plants of different sorts that she could replant closer to home. Once the traps were set we would go back and put the twins down for a nap and I would help Mother with her seamstress duties. She didn't have too many people that she took care of so coin was used sparingly so that the tax man would never have any undue cause to be suspicious of the "widow in the woods".
I wonder what would she think of who I am now? It pains me that my soul has been tainted by hardship but the memory of her purity and all that she taught me is what keeps me grounded.

Mystic Witchdoktor

Message to Advisor

My good friend, I hope these words find you well and in good health. My soul seems more at ease since I've come to Town. I've been getting an eyeful of the different buildings with their distinct structural designs, one can tell which are of dwarven make, which are of elven make and which are human. There's even a smattering of orcish influence. I've equipped myself accordingly as you had initially suggested. I'm not searching out any fights, trust me! My charisma seems to be lacking when it comes to talking with people. Evidently I'm perceived as untrustworthy, gruff even. That saddens me as I'm sure my Mother would have a heavy heart knowing her boy has turned out a bit different than she imagined. I hang my head low knowing that I must make good with the memory of my Mother and learn how to control and channel this poison within me.
I decided to capitulate on my "strengths". Stefan, the Tavern proprietor, has introduced me to a couple of half-elf larcenists that know the Tavern games real well, so I've been practicing my strategies with them in the hopes of getting back to earning some coin on the side. Lady Fluke at the House of Parody has been a dear and has helped me by teaching me how to be a gentleman. I do understand that it's necessary. I try to conjure an image of what my Father must have been like. Difficult task when I have no memory of him other than the images relayed to me by my dear Mother's memory of him. I'm sure he would be saddened to see how grizzled I've become toward people in general, but, as I said, I'm working to make that better. 'Tis true the psychology of "angst in the soul". This is what prompted me to study up on the theories of Psychology here at the Studium Generale. My head is brimming with fresh knowledge to balance out my more shady skills! I must retire for the evening. I do hope to sit with you soon.

Witchdoktor the Mystic

A Woodsman looks strange when motionless on the ground.

Witchdoktor Mystic

Ever fought a Dog Rat? I did… and beat it to death.

Witchdoktor Mystic Text RPG MMORPG & Play Post

Now that I have attained Level 1 among my people, ye shall see a more powerful Witchdoktor than otherwise might have been known.