Gazradhar the Champion of Warfare

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Chapter 1

Gazradhar had found himself enamored in all aspects of adventure and the tales
of incredible sights, treasures, and wonders to be found throughout all lands.
This love of adventure and seeing every detail of the world expanded past the
normal confines of the wood-elf culture, leading to his leaving Evermoon
Hollow and vowing to find new excitements in the overall nature of the
universe, rather than simply flora and fauna.

He found the kingdom of wood elves to be extremely limiting: interested only
in nature magic, continuing the reign of the monarchy, and being extremely
full of themselves regarding both things. Gazradhar was far more interested in
the use of the NATURE of magic versus NATURAL magic and the ways it could
improve his prowess, open doors to new adventures, and increase his ability to
fuck everything in Thera that he encountered and found keen.

Besides adventure, this was Gazradhar's primary reason for becoming an
adventurer. Wood elven forms were are all well and good but there could be
something even more hot and even more sensual than anyone in the rural,
backwater settlement of Evermoon Hollow could find.

Recording everything he encountered so far in his journeys, he had accrued
quite an exhaustive list of herbs, cultural practices, theories of magic,
magical items, and potential locations for new adventures. In the margins of
his journal, he had also drawn a quite respectable amount of sexual diagrams,
both for the body and contraptions involving ropes, pulleys, feathers,
lodestones, and other magical artifacts. The overall line work was good but
lacking an understanding of composition.

Ever eager for adventure, this self-professed (and so far unchallenged so that
was lucky) renaissance-elf ventured out to find the nature of adventure,
magic, and good fellowship that waited around every corner.

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Chapter 2

Fighting alongside Shaerina and company as they delved into the vampire lord's
lair and emerged with a newly Became vampyre put Gazardhar in a pensive mood.
He reflected on the various monsters and creatures he had encountered in his
travels and his mind was called to one of the first times he had delved into
ritual science.

Having followed a string of clues all linked to a hedonistic cult dwelling in
the sewers of Galadon (of all places), he had assembled a strange collection
of ingredients including a cat's paw, catspaw, a cat's pa, and a cat's maw
(conveniently these were easy to gain from just the one cat and prevented him
from having to cut up any felines). Having freshly translated Erios's Guide to
Sex Magic and Other Ways to Spend a Rainy Day from its original language into
common, he sketched out the required diagrams upon the floor, arranged the
ingredients, and frantically attempted to stage the cats he had gathered. This
effort was very similar to...to...

(Gazradhar pauses, trying to come up with the perfect term for struggling to
contain and corral an extremely self-focused and determined group of
creatures, worrying he might come up short until:)

Wrangling frothing dwarves.

Having set the stage, he intoned the ancient words: "With ancient and
forgotten names do I truck, the foundations for your calling have been made,
now out you creature of getting laid, come demon, your name...ah...Whatever
the Fuck."

Almost instantly, in a flash of green smoke and rending howls, an androgynous
creature of the Nether Realm emerged, nude, perfect body completely bare, bald
of head, and shimmering in the light of the candles.

"Who dares to call a demon into this realm, with such crude witchcraft, and
unimpressive beckoning?" The thing howled.

"It is I! Gazradhar Al'Davensed! I have fucked my way across half of Thera and
now seek to fuck my way to glory using nether powe-"

"I'm not a succubus."

"That's fine! No matter!"

"I'm not an incubus either."

"Wuh...well. What...do you have the equipment needed to-"

"Let me cut this short. I'm a suc-cubist. I possess knowledge of art, the
school of Cubism, and knowledge of ancient constellations."

"All cube shaped?"

"All cube shaped."

"And we can't-" "No, I am spoken for and quite happy with my current demonic
relationship."

Gazradhar fell to his knees, bereft at his own folly. He had tried to call
forth something of greater power and had ended up with an art major who could
offer him nothing. An entire rainy afternoon wasted, the howling of the
demon's laughter (not at his failure and foolish mortal nature, it was just
laughing at him. But Gazradhar didn't write that down.) echoing throughout the
sewers and up into the streets.

As he emerged from the sewers, EXTREMELY confident and fully satisfied with
the endeavor that had worked out exactly as he had wanted, Gazradhar ventured

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Chapter 3

out into the rainy afternoon.

He had learned nothing from this experience and probably wouldn't think about
it again.

(Beneath this half-written journal entry is a drawing of what appears to be a
suc-cubist and a self-portrait of the author done in the cubist style. Under
this is a note, reading: "This is -shit-.")