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--- characters:s1:the_numismatist [2024/08/27 22:52] – lesser_bee
+++ characters:s1:the_numismatist [2025/09/09 17:33] (current) – [Author's Note] lesser_bee_2_the_losening_of_my_old_account
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 ====== The Numismatist ======
+===== Author's Note =====
+So, coming into the server, I ended up really vibing with the lore and I wrote extensive fanfiction about my character as he lived in the setting which I don't particularly regret, as I like some bits and pieces of it. I stand by that as a character, Spondulix had a neat gimmick as a numismatist who didn't understand the value of money, he just liked that coins had history. Making a civilization of desert-dwelling duergar beholden to Icele was a lot of fun, and I got a kick out of writing a cringy little prayer for them.
+Unfortunately, I definitely put the cart before the horse. Spondulix's actual adventures ended up really conflicting with his character mostly out of necessity, as his whole schtick of being fresh out of the ground and awestruck by the world around him was going to be a detriment to people who agreed to be in a party with him. Pressured by that, he became much more combat-oriented for just some guy who was a coin collector, and it didn't really make him all that interesting in exchange. The quests he went, specifically clearing out a warren of goblins and stopping the desecration of Brutal Mike's temple, didn't really advance him as a character; at best we got some information about the various coins on the Roll of Ages. But Spondulix himself wasn't really interesting enough to warrant so much backstory. You really only know if a character is interesting enough for that in hindsight, and I think I should have let the adventures shape him as a person more than writing reams of backstory.
+I almost wanted to wipe the character from existence, but the reboot with the Age of Fate has kinda-sorta had that taken care of. Also, the characters Spondulix //had// traveled with would all be asked to just mysteriously wipe their memories clean of any encounter with him. Just seems unreasonable. I honestly even question the necessity of leaving this up, as it's not like Spondulix accomplished as much as the legends with Casterhaus and such and, at the time of writing, I've participated in two expeditions total. I'm not exactly old blood whose contributions need to be encapsulated for all of time, so saying it's for "maintaining a complete server history" would be pretty rich coming from a no-name schmuck like me and Spondulix. Nonetheless, I'll leave this up; if the folks in charge decide to delete this, I won't be offended. As it stands, this isn't canon to the current Spondulix either, as in the other games beyond this server that I used the character, I made him a lot more mean-spirited and more like a standard duergar. Of course, this doesn't work perfectly because he already met with several people so far and his story is inextricably linked with their development, so the cognitive dissonance will be a problem we deal with once we get there.
 ===== Foreword =====
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 In the end, Aragwyn had been the star of the show. The dire weasel had been a particularly frightening monstrosity, but thanks to Spondulix's Color Spray, he'd managed to stun it long enough for Aragwyn to take it down with Shade's shortbow. Similarly, when Vicious Luke had unleashed two vipers, he'd kept them busy with the others while Aragwyn took down Luke himself. Which was not to neglect, of course, that Scarlet had entered the room in her characteristic way.
-Oh, damn it all! He looked back on his entry. He should have mentioned that Scarlet had commissioned a brand new fancy masterwork table just for battle! The original one at Hammerfast had been an improvised weapon. He considered erasing some parts to make room for the detail, but realized he'd undersold a lot of other points. Manwawynn Mountainmail, the cleric; Yanko, who'd challenged him to a game of dice; Shade Blackwall, a half-orc who loved his pet dogs and his donkey... and Krang of Zakarion, of course, accompanied by his bagpipe playing bard and following orders from a wizardly master. Of all of them, Spoondulix had the most questions for him, but in the span of mere seconds, he'd given him a Zakarion silver and copper to round out his collection save for a platinum, and he decided not to look a gift ogre in the mouth.
+Oh, damn it all! He looked back on his entry. He should have mentioned that Scarlet had commissioned a brand new fancy masterwork table just for battle! The original one at Hammerfast had been an improvised weapon. He considered erasing some parts to make room for the detail, but realized he'd undersold a lot of other points. Manwawynn Mountainmail, the cleric; Yanko, who'd challenged him to a game of dice; Shade Blackwall, a half-orc who loved his pet dogs and his donkey… and Krang of Zakarion, of course, accompanied by his bagpipe playing bard and following orders from a wizardly master. Of all of them, Spoondulix had the most questions for him, but in the span of mere seconds, he'd given him a Zakarion silver and copper to round out his collection save for a platinum, and he decided not to look a gift ogre in the mouth.
 Looking up, he saw some of the bar servers hanging up strings of lanterns and cutouts of small flames.
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 "Freshen up your drink?" One of them asked as he watched, misinterpreting his staring as being an impertinent customer.
-"No, no. Well, yes." He said, seeing his drink was, in fact, empty. Was Sun Day((I know it's Sunday, like the day of the week, but I refuse to call it this. My mind refuses to compute it))  coming? He figured something like a solstice would have been last month, as they were already a week or so into Kalyun, but he never knew--it wasn't too fondly seen in the hot desert underground of Van Darkholme. He lifted his sundark goggles, rubbing his eyes. He'd been out of commission for far too long, trying to perfect his entries, overthink how he would go about them, but he'd lost entirely too much time. His collection had stagnated. When the server returned, he slid a gold with a silver's worth of a tip to him, then turned over to a new page. He had nothing to write--he simply wanted to relish in the idea that there soon would be.
+"No, no. Well, yes." He said, seeing his drink was, in fact, empty. Was Sun Day((I know it's Sunday, like the day of the week, but I refuse to call it this. My mind refuses to compute it))  coming? He figured something like a solstice would have been last month, as they were already a week or so into Kalyun, but he never knew–it wasn't too fondly seen in the hot desert underground of Van Darkholme. He lifted his sundark goggles, rubbing his eyes. He'd been out of commission for far too long, trying to perfect his entries, overthink how he would go about them, but he'd lost entirely too much time. His collection had stagnated. When the server returned, he slid a gold with a silver's worth of a tip to him, then turned over to a new page. He had nothing to write–he simply wanted to relish in the idea that there soon would be.
-A new age was beginning, and he'd be at the forefront of it. He'd get every coin on the Roll or die trying--and still be immortalized with all the duergar heroes in Icele's bosom. He downed his drink in record time, then headed out to the bulletin board to seek his next fortune.
+A new age was beginning, and he'd be at the forefront of it. He'd get every coin on the Roll or die trying–and still be immortalized with all the duergar heroes in Icele's bosom. He downed his drink in record time, then headed out to the bulletin board to seek his next fortune.
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