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Maximilian has a minion!

Coye the Noctou




Maximilian
Legacy Name: Maximilian


The Cream Irion
Owner: Mary

Age: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: July 15th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 15th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 208
     
  • Strength: 520
     
  • Defense: 521
     
  • Speed: 519
     
  • Health: 520
     
  • HP: 515/520
     
  • Intelligence: 394
     
  • Books Read: 389
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Lead Librarian


Maximilian Eldridge
Historian

You find yourself headed to a new town on a horse-drawn carriage with all of your belongings packed into a small, brown leather suitcase. The town is quaint and filled with various shops. They are all different sizes, all different colors, and have a general feel of homeliness. You intend to check all of the shops out in due time, but there's only one on your mind for the present. The carriage stops in front of a brick building and helps you down. You thank him and offer him a tip.

Immediately upon entering, you find yourself knee deep in books and papers and almost manage to knock over several piles. There are several desks around the shop. Most are littered with piles of paper that almost seem endless, except for one empty desk. The shop’s keeper does not notice you at first, for he is immersed in his writing at the desk with the biggest pile. When he does finally notice you, however, he quickly scuffles over to greet you.

"Hello! You must be my new assistant. Just arrived in town?" He doesn't wait for you to answer. "I am Maximilian Eldridge. As you can see, you have your work cut out for you! I've been getting along fine as the town's historian here for years, but I am a tad... disorganized. That's where you come in!"

You glance around the room once more as the man pauses. Disorganized is a bit of an understatement.

"You must be tired. Follow me! Your quarters are just down these stairs here," he says as he motions to a staircase in the corner. "I hope you will be comfortable there. The upstairs quarters are my own, you see, as the basement quarters would not provide any light for my work during the day."

You follow him down the stairs, carrying your suitcase with you. The basement room is vast, but only occupied by a small bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, and a lamp. Until your host flicks on the lamp, the only thing lighting the dank room is the sunlight spilling down the staircase. The ceiling is littered with cobwebs, and the floor is covered in a layer of dust.

"It's been a while since anyone's been down here. I suggest a good sweep before settling in. There are a few extra blankets in the wardrobe."

You take a few steps to your bed and drop your suitcase upon it. You wheel around to ask your host where to find a broom. Instead, you find he has disappeared up the steps again, and a broom is beside the entrance to the stairs. You let out a long sigh and get to work.

By the time you finish sweeping the floor, sweeping out the cobwebs, and beating the dust and dirt out of the mattress, you start to unpack your suitcase. In the wardrobe, as promised, you find a pair of worn out blankets. The first is a quilt of red and white, with some of the squares of red fading to pink. The second is a dingy gray and moth eaten. You decide the red and white would serve and place it on the bed. You feel your eyelids begin to droop. Without even unfolding the blanket, you allow yourself to fall into bed and drift to sleep.

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Early the next morning, you roll over onto your back and rub the sleep from your eyes. You try to tame your hair as you stumble up the stairs onto the main floor. Peering around, you find no sign of your messy host. You start to rifle through the stacks of papers on the closest desk, curious to see what events could possibly occur in such a small town to amass so many records. Many of the smaller scraps were newspaper clippings.

You hear a rustling in the far side of the room and jump, scattering a few of the clippings to the floor. Maximilian lets out a hearty laugh as you scramble to the floor to retrieve them.

"My apologies! I am so used to being the only one here."

To be continued.

Pet Treasure


Magnificent Magnifying Glasses

Classic Pirate Ledgers

Darkglen Campaign Scenario Book

Black Inkwell

Blue Inkwell

Pylot Feather Quill

Calabash Pipe

Ornate Jewelry Box

Heavy Magnifying Glass

Pocket Magnifier

Old Magnifier

Map Display Board

Handy Atlas

Bundle of Old Maps

Spirited Pirate Map

Island Pirate Map

Riverside Pirate Maps

Desert Pirate Map

Arctic Pirate Map

Sea Charts

Dangerous Pirate Map

The Book of Rreigns

Freyalise Ledger

Wooden Ledger

Book of Ancient Traditions

Journal of a Lost Explorer

Book of Treasured Secrets

Strapped Book

Steele Shengui Guo Misty Windpeaks Sketch Book

Old Family History Book

Pile of Treasured Tomes

Legend of Rictus

Leather-Bound Book

Shengui Guo Spirit Offerings

Ancient Codex Scroll

Erdoo Tattered Scroll Piece

Obsessive Manual

Discarded Sketches

Letter of Traitorous Origin

Unopened Letter from Jules

Case File

Box of Evidence

Box of Love Letters

Airman Tattered Photo of the Sky

Unkempt Schematic Parchment

Incomprehensible Opera

Mining Permit

Unholy Pages

Torn Instructions Page II

Misplaced Mission Details

Fairy Tale Color Plate

Doubled-Over Scrap of Paper

Ragged Scrap of Paper

Creased Scrap of Paper

Crinkled Scrap of Paper

Wrinkly Scrap of Paper

Folded Scrap of Paper

Scrawled Note

Ballroom Property Manager Note

Gen. Ecks Flyer

Crumpled Paper

Torn Instructions Page III

Atebus Rumor Report

Paper Scraps

Torn Instructions Page I

Unholy Pages

Hastily Made 2013 Calendar

Tattered Opera Program

Vernons Torn Journal Page 5

Vernons Torn Journal Page 4

Vernons Torn Journal Page 3

Vernons Torn Journal Page 2

Vernons Torn Journal Page 1

Hazard Map

Sunflower Slow Drag Sheet Music

Pet Friends