[log Ungod's Story about a Bear Mage]
Ungod: Once upon a time, there was an old wizard who got up in the morning every day and practiced magic in his tower.
Ungod: He liked nature spells and often was confused for a druid, but he always declared sickles make him sick.
Ungod: And herbs gathering was bad for his back...He really was an old-school wizard.
Ungod: This wizard had a rather long and well-trimmed beard. It was his pride.
Ungod: On morning, as he started praticing magic, he accidentally cast the spell onto his beard instead of the table and suddenly...
Ungod: The old mage's beard tunred into a bear. A mage bear, the size of a bear, too.
Ungod: The mage found himself stuck to the back of his beard-that is, the bear, and before he could dispell his foolish spell, he was drag out of the tower.
Ungod: Apparently, his beard had a craving for honey.
Ungod: So, before he could know it, he was out int he woods, looking for beehives.
Ungod: The wizard tried to cast a spell of movement reduction, but it backfired on him and now he could not even gather his thoughts properly.
Ungod: When his beard - that is, the mage bear - found a beehive, it started to look for honey with its claws.
Ungod: The old mage's beard tunred into a bear. A mage bear, the size of a bear, too.
Ungod: The mage found himself stuck to the back of his beard-that is, the bear, and before he could dispell his foolish spell, he was drag out of the tower.
Ungod: Apparently, his beard had a craving for honey.
Ungod: So, before he could know it, he was out int he woods, looking for beehives.
Ungod: The wizard tried to cast a spell of movement reduction, but it backfired on him and now he could not even gather his thoughts properly.
Ungod: When his beard - that is, the mage bear - found a beehive, it started to look for honey with its claws.
Ungod: Now, the bees were angered and started to sting the bear, but it didn't care. So instead the bees attacked the wizard.
Ungod: The spell eventually worn off, but it was too late - the old mage was lying in the forest, swollen like a barrel, almost dead.
Ungod: After intensive care, he turned his back to classical magic and went gathering herbs every moening with a golden sickle, but even now he runs when he sees a bear.
Ungod: Oh, and he shaved his beard, his head and even his...naughty bits.
Ungod: No hair is good hair, he says.
Ungod: And that's the story about the mage bear.
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