Online:Nerassil the Bound

Nerassil the Bound Enchanter
Home City	Skywatch
Store	Telenger's Emporium
Race	High Elf	Gender	Male
Health	39,959
Reaction	Friendly
Vendor
Store Type	Enchanter
Other Information
Condition	Spirit

Nerassil the Bound

Nerassil the Bound is a High Elf enchanter who can be found at his shop, Telenger's Emporium, within the gazebo between the Mages Guild and The Sleepy Eaglet in Skywatch. He is a spirit bound by Telenger the Artificer and bears his master a grudge due to the enslavement. Nerassil served Telenger "faithfully" for a while and has now to sell the by-findings of Telenger's expeditions to the common adventurer, also a task he is lamenting about.

Dialogue

"Thou wouldst speak to me? Thousands of years, the highest arcana, and I must speak to you? Ahem.
What may I get you, valued customer?"

What are you?

"Canst thou see? I am a joke, made real. A spirit, bound by the power-mad knave known as Telenger. I hath served my master faithfully, fulfilled my task.
And so now he has me serving. The likes of you."

What kinds of things do you sell?

"Master goes on ever so many travels. When he returns, he does so with objects and bric-a-brac. Baubles that even the basest mind would dismiss. But the living today. Idiots!
And so I sell these cheap trinkets for … him."

Who is Telenger?

"My cruel and callow binder. "The greatest Mage of our time," his students call him.
In my time, we could have consumed his power in but a trice. Snapped him up as an appetizer, and nibbled on slow-roasted turtle stew as a main course."

Where did he find you?

"In my study, of course, absorbing the wisdom of the ages. Finally, the chance to learn and experiment at my own pace. Without slackwits hanging on my every word.
And then he came bungling in, and shackled me to his will. Bastard!"

He also can be heard grumbling to himself when you are not in dialogue with him:

"Heed my words, shiftless knave. Work harder!"

"Tend to your duties. Let me wallow in my misery!"

"Were Telenger here, I would strip the flesh from his bones!"

"Were I free to, I would smite you where you stand!"

"Fear the touch of my icy hand, knave!"

"I was a Grand Wizard while your great grandfather was in short pants!"

"Get thyself to work, lackwitted oaf!"

"I can never find sleep. And thus, never can you!"

"Damn you for leaving me with these idiots, Telenger!"

"You'll never amount to anything, you thickblooded idiot!"