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<ic>The tavern-master sighed, and went back to his glasses.  
<ic>The tavern-master sighed, and went back to his glasses.  


"...and then I said.... 'That old saw? Your thumb? Ambition's balls, that was old when Richilde first called for minstrels! Is that your best?', and his friend hissed 'And who are you to say?', 'Why, nothing but a street rat, oh king of cats!', says I, and he: 'A rat indeed, by the state of your doublet! And what do you want of me?' and I said 'One of your nine lives; and if that goes well, I'll have the other eight...'"
"...and then I said.... 'That old saw? Your thumb? Ambition's balls, that was old when Richilde first called for minstrels! Is that your best?', and his friend hissed 'And who are you to say?'"<br><br>
" 'Why, nothing but a street rat, oh king of cats!', says I, and he: 'A rat indeed, by the state of your doublet! And what do you want of me?' and I said 'One of your nine lives; and if that goes well, I'll have the other eight...'"


The ragged man winced to an ill-judged movement.  
The ragged man winced to an ill-judged movement.  

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Description

A wand and a one-handed sword are a common combination for a mountebank in the League.

Rules

  • Form: A pair consisting of a One-handed weapon and either a rod or a wand
  • Effect: Once per day after casting the empower spell on a target you also gain the benefit of the empower spell.
  • Materials: Crafting a Mountebank's Surprise requires five ingots of dragonbone and five ingots of green iron. It takes one month to make a pair of these items.

You require both the ambidexterity and magician skills to bond to these items.

<ic>The tavern-master sighed, and went back to his glasses.

"...and then I said.... 'That old saw? Your thumb? Ambition's balls, that was old when Richilde first called for minstrels! Is that your best?', and his friend hissed 'And who are you to say?'"

" 'Why, nothing but a street rat, oh king of cats!', says I, and he: 'A rat indeed, by the state of your doublet! And what do you want of me?' and I said 'One of your nine lives; and if that goes well, I'll have the other eight...'"

The ragged man winced to an ill-judged movement.

"Oh, I forget what else. Pride, it was witty, though. Of course, then they came for me, the pair of them. Now, I was ready for one to be good with his blade, and I caught it on but I wasn't expected the other to come through so hard so damned fast! He only had a wand out: but no, he drew, and caught me under the standard, right in the pit. Over I went, then it was down to boots in the gutter..."

He coughed, into a blood-stained handkerchief.

"Everyone's a critic, aren't they? Now, do you have a spot of Tranquil Nostrum to go with this wine...?"