Conversation: q_wiz_conv

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10
PC replies
7
NumWords
650
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Scripts referenced

ScriptSlotIn moduleNotes
q_wiz_oathaction
q_wiz_tokaction
q_wiz_rtnaction
q_wiz_c_dnactive
q_wiz_c_s2ractive
q_wiz_c_s2wactive
q_wiz_c_s1ractive
q_wiz_c_s1wactive
q_wiz_c_offactive

Quest entries granted

QuestTagStep(s)
The Colour of Powerwiz_colour1, 2, 3

Starting entries

Conversation flow

Each starting entry is expanded recursively. Repeated nodes (cycles, shared continuations) appear inline as ↩ link backrefs to the first occurrence.

entry #5 (if q_wiz_c_dn)
*Findegil inclines his head.* Into the study, and lore enough to carry -- you have walked the first of the wizard's road, and walked it true. There are colours yet to choose, when your power comes into its full: White, or Brown, or the Many Colours. But that is a choice for a far greater day. Keep to the Art, my friend.
reply #6
Fare you well, Findegil.
entry #4 (if q_wiz_c_s2r)
*He takes the grey book back and turns its pages with quiet satisfaction.* Fifteen levels, and the lore is set deep in you now -- I knew the spark. A tome is a beginning; a wizard should carry his study in his hand. Let me bind what you have learned into a staff for you. Shall it be done?
reply #4 q_wiz_rtn
Bind it into a staff. I am ready.
entry #9
*The staff is bound and finished: tall grey ash, its head wound with quiet lore.* There -- the Staff of the Grey Study. No colour set upon it yet; White, Brown, the Many Colours -- those are for a far greater day, when your power comes into its full. You have walked the first of the wizard's road. Keep to the Art, my friend.
reply #5
Not yet. I will return.
entry #3 (if q_wiz_c_s2w)
*Findegil glances at the grey book you carry.* Not yet. That study is not done deepening in you, nor you in it. Come back when you have fifteen levels behind you, and we shall see what the lore has made of you.
reply #6 “Fare you well, Findegil.”
entry #2 (if q_wiz_c_s1r)
*He draws a slim grey book from the shelf and weighs it in both hands.* This is the Loremaster's Tome -- my own study of the Colour of Power, close-written over long years. Much of it you cannot yet read. *He sets it before you.* Carry it into the wide world; study as you walk, let the Art deepen in you, and bring it back to me when you have grown, at the fifteenth level. Will you bear it?
reply #2 q_wiz_tok
Give me the tome. I will study as I walk.
entry #8
*He sets the grey book gently in your pack himself.* Carry it well, and carry it close. Lore keeps faith with the mind that never set it down -- come back at fifteen and we shall see it made into something to carry in the hand.
reply #3
Later, Findegil. Keep it safe for now.
entry #1 (if q_wiz_c_s1w)
*Findegil marks his place with a grey finger.* Studying, are you -- good; but lore is proved in leagues walked, not pages turned by the fire. Go and ply the Art; grow deep in it. Come back to me when you have eight levels of the wizard's craft behind you, and I will trust you with something that matters.
reply #6 “Fare you well, Findegil.”
entry #0 (if q_wiz_c_off)
*The grey-robed old man looks up from his books and studies you a long moment, as though reading a page.* Findegil, I am called -- the Grey, when folk trouble to add a colour. I keep this quiet study of a craft few trouble to learn truly: the Colour of Power, the deep lore by which the Istari came to wear their hues. There is the true spark in you, unless my old eyes fail. Will you take up the study, and let me set your feet on the first of the wizard's road?
reply #0 q_wiz_oath
There is the spark in me. I will take up the study.
entry #7
*Findegil presses a plain grey amulet into your hand.* Taken up, then. The Apprentice's Amulet -- wear it, and let it steady your young mind to the Art. Go and grow deep; come back at your eighth level and I will trust you with the real work.
reply #1
I keep to no master's study. Good day.
entry #6
*The old man gives you a courteous nod over his books.* Well met. I keep to my study and my own counsel -- the deep lore is no light thing, and no business of folk who do not carry the spark. Go safely.
reply #6 “Fare you well, Findegil.”

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entry #0
*The grey-robed old man looks up from his books and studies you a long moment, as though reading a page.* Findegil, I am called -- the Grey, when folk trouble to add a colour. I keep this quiet study of a craft few trouble to learn truly: the Colour of Power, the deep lore by which the Istari came to wear their hues. There is the true spark in you, unless my old eyes fail. Will you take up the study, and let me set your feet on the first of the wizard's road?
entry #1
*Findegil marks his place with a grey finger.* Studying, are you -- good; but lore is proved in leagues walked, not pages turned by the fire. Go and ply the Art; grow deep in it. Come back to me when you have eight levels of the wizard's craft behind you, and I will trust you with something that matters.
entry #2
*He draws a slim grey book from the shelf and weighs it in both hands.* This is the Loremaster's Tome -- my own study of the Colour of Power, close-written over long years. Much of it you cannot yet read. *He sets it before you.* Carry it into the wide world; study as you walk, let the Art deepen in you, and bring it back to me when you have grown, at the fifteenth level. Will you bear it?
entry #3
*Findegil glances at the grey book you carry.* Not yet. That study is not done deepening in you, nor you in it. Come back when you have fifteen levels behind you, and we shall see what the lore has made of you.
entry #4
*He takes the grey book back and turns its pages with quiet satisfaction.* Fifteen levels, and the lore is set deep in you now -- I knew the spark. A tome is a beginning; a wizard should carry his study in his hand. Let me bind what you have learned into a staff for you. Shall it be done?
entry #5
*Findegil inclines his head.* Into the study, and lore enough to carry -- you have walked the first of the wizard's road, and walked it true. There are colours yet to choose, when your power comes into its full: White, or Brown, or the Many Colours. But that is a choice for a far greater day. Keep to the Art, my friend.
entry #6
*The old man gives you a courteous nod over his books.* Well met. I keep to my study and my own counsel -- the deep lore is no light thing, and no business of folk who do not carry the spark. Go safely.
entry #7
*Findegil presses a plain grey amulet into your hand.* Taken up, then. The Apprentice's Amulet -- wear it, and let it steady your young mind to the Art. Go and grow deep; come back at your eighth level and I will trust you with the real work.
entry #8
*He sets the grey book gently in your pack himself.* Carry it well, and carry it close. Lore keeps faith with the mind that never set it down -- come back at fifteen and we shall see it made into something to carry in the hand.
entry #9
*The staff is bound and finished: tall grey ash, its head wound with quiet lore.* There -- the Staff of the Grey Study. No colour set upon it yet; White, Brown, the Many Colours -- those are for a far greater day, when your power comes into its full. You have walked the first of the wizard's road. Keep to the Art, my friend.

PC replies — flat index

reply #0 q_wiz_oath
There is the spark in me. I will take up the study.
reply #1
I keep to no master's study. Good day.
reply #2 q_wiz_tok
Give me the tome. I will study as I walk.
reply #3
Later, Findegil. Keep it safe for now.
reply #4 q_wiz_rtn
Bind it into a staff. I am ready.
reply #5
Not yet. I will return.
reply #6
Fare you well, Findegil.