Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-5543592-20141123020544

Tomas went over to the premade/unique staff collection.

"What's this?" Asked Tomas, picking up a simple wodden pole, wrapped in a blue grip, with shiny metal pommel.

"I got that in Morrowind a couple years back.  Used to belong to the Arch-Mage of the mage's guild there at the end of the third era.  It belonged to the Nerevarine at one point.  It's pretty powerful.  It's called Trebonius' Staff, named after it's orginal owner."

"I'll take it." Tomas set the butt of the staff on the ground, and he looked his new weapon up and down.

Artair didn't take a weapon, nor did he want one.

"I would tell you, Faolan." Said Darach. "But I don't want to.  It's no big deal.  Except for me.  Well, okay, I kind of screwed up my non-existant relationship with Megan for the moment." He gave Faolan a shoulder and face shrug.