Tyranny Of Dragons:
Vola's Campsite Companions
Billco
I will now share a nighttime conversation I had over a hearty bowl of Billco's venison stew with our second resident High Elf Wizard, Billco himself.
Billco’s start was not as auspicious as our friend Canderin’s. For his is really a somewhat empty tale, and may in some way explain his problem with spirits…not the apparitions, but the libations. Although he is slightly older than Canderin, he is less experienced and less knowledgeable.
He is a self-made Wizard = if there is such a thing. He was abandoned as an infant, and has no substantial memories of his childhood or youth.
His first clear recollection begins when he was barely a young man and took a job as the dishwasher in a local tavern and inn. He then worked his way up to cook in that same hostel. From the meals we have shared around the campfire, I would say he is a very gifted cook, indeed! I would think this gift is one he should cherish. But it is no longer his heart's desire and definitely not his only talent.
It was while he was a cook that he came upon a stolen spell book – now he has never made it clear if he was the thief or if he rescued it from the larcenist. Knowing him as I do, I would choose rescued. For although he often entertains himself with a bottle, I have never seen him pilfer one.
While continuing with his duties at the tavern and inn, he began studying this spell book whenever he had a chance to do so. He slowly began to practice casting the different spells within its pages. As his learning progressed, and his casting improved, he began to yearn for things outside of the duties of head cook at an inn now prospering from his culinary reputation.
It was just then that some of the cultists came to his village. All kinds of conflict and mayhem broke out. During some of this fighting, a band of the cultists invaded the inn, and one of them made off with something from his spell book. He has never elaborated as to exactly what was stolen, but it was important enough that he packed up and began searching for the band of miscreants.
Now, I never knew my mother, but one thing I never forgot my father telling me was of her many dreams….some of which were often prophecy. And it was in one of those “dreams” that I had my first meeting with Billco – apparently right after he had begun his search, but before we found him in the Berdusk tavern we rested in before pushing on to Scornubel so long ago.
Members of our little group will grinningly tell you how many times he has called out that he is casting Fire Ball, and it’s Fire Bolts that leave his fingers. And we often tease him about his drinking. But he is a valued and cherished member of our circle, nonetheless.
I will now share a nighttime conversation I had over a hearty bowl of Billco's venison stew with our second resident High Elf Wizard, Billco himself.
Billco’s start was not as auspicious as our friend Canderin’s. For his is really a somewhat empty tale, and may in some way explain his problem with spirits…not the apparitions, but the libations. Although he is slightly older than Canderin, he is less experienced and less knowledgeable.
He is a self-made Wizard = if there is such a thing. He was abandoned as an infant, and has no substantial memories of his childhood or youth.
His first clear recollection begins when he was barely a young man and took a job as the dishwasher in a local tavern and inn. He then worked his way up to cook in that same hostel. From the meals we have shared around the campfire, I would say he is a very gifted cook, indeed! I would think this gift is one he should cherish. But it is no longer his heart's desire and definitely not his only talent.
It was while he was a cook that he came upon a stolen spell book – now he has never made it clear if he was the thief or if he rescued it from the larcenist. Knowing him as I do, I would choose rescued. For although he often entertains himself with a bottle, I have never seen him pilfer one.
While continuing with his duties at the tavern and inn, he began studying this spell book whenever he had a chance to do so. He slowly began to practice casting the different spells within its pages. As his learning progressed, and his casting improved, he began to yearn for things outside of the duties of head cook at an inn now prospering from his culinary reputation.
It was just then that some of the cultists came to his village. All kinds of conflict and mayhem broke out. During some of this fighting, a band of the cultists invaded the inn, and one of them made off with something from his spell book. He has never elaborated as to exactly what was stolen, but it was important enough that he packed up and began searching for the band of miscreants.
Now, I never knew my mother, but one thing I never forgot my father telling me was of her many dreams….some of which were often prophecy. And it was in one of those “dreams” that I had my first meeting with Billco – apparently right after he had begun his search, but before we found him in the Berdusk tavern we rested in before pushing on to Scornubel so long ago.
Members of our little group will grinningly tell you how many times he has called out that he is casting Fire Ball, and it’s Fire Bolts that leave his fingers. And we often tease him about his drinking. But he is a valued and cherished member of our circle, nonetheless.
