The standard announcer lines included in the Prospector Announcer Pack!
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When an artifact had been lost; be it from time, thieves or tomfoolery, they called upon the Prospector to recover it. Orphaned at a young age with not a gold piece to his name, Naddy Bumppo traveled across the lands as a youngling looking for a tribe of his fellow Keen folk who would welcome him. While some eventually did, his time there was always short lived due to his obsessions with ancient powerful relics which he inexplicably managed to acquire, and accidentally release, upon his unsuspecting hosts.
As time passed, Naddy's obsession became his income, as the small but spry Keen offered to locate and return lost goods to the highest bidder. Where mercenaries, adventurers, and even heroes would fail, Naddy would return, trinkets in hand, time and time again. As his reputation spread, so too did his travels, until nearly every creature in the land could recall the time they met the small, talkative Keen with sacks full of treasures. Eventually the Keepers themselves sought after his services, and though it may be months or years before his return, return he did; with artifacts and relics no sane man would think to see again.
In his twilight years, Naddy began the hunt for the one treasure that had researched throughout his thoroughly extended life; the fabled Seeker's Stone. Those who held the stone would gain sight beyond sight, the ability to see whatever they wished, and would have made the hunt far too easy for the Prospector in his early years. But now that his time was coming to an end once and for all, Naddy set out to find his last goal...and find it he did.
As he held the stone in his hands, his hands began to fade from the mortal realm. The Prospector soon discovered why no man had ever returned with the stone, for while it granted sight beyond sight, it took the holder's mortal form in exchange. Trapped in a realm between life and death, free to instantly appear and observe anything he desired, where all before him had gone insane, Naddy Bumppo had found a final home; and purpose.
The defining sounds of war rages across the lands, but some claim that a voice can be heard through the chaos around them. A whisper that finds them when they are in danger, and grows in intensity when they need it the most. The Prospector may be trapped, but he can still offer his wisdom to those who he sees fit, and still seeks to preserve what many deem soon to be lost forever...the lives of fighting heroes.
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When an artifact had been lost; be it from time, thieves or tomfoolery, they called upon the Prospector to recover it. Orphaned at a young age with not a gold piece to his name, Naddy Bumppo traveled across the lands as a youngling looking for a tribe of his fellow Keen folk who would welcome him. While some eventually did, his time there was always short lived due to his obsessions with ancient powerful relics which he inexplicably managed to acquire, and accidentally release, upon his unsuspecting hosts.
As time passed, Naddy's obsession became his income, as the small but spry Keen offered to locate and return lost goods to the highest bidder. Where mercenaries, adventurers, and even heroes would fail, Naddy would return, trinkets in hand, time and time again. As his reputation spread, so too did his travels, until nearly every creature in the land could recall the time they met the small, talkative Keen with sacks full of treasures. Eventually the Keepers themselves sought after his services, and though it may be months or years before his return, return he did; with artifacts and relics no sane man would think to see again.
In his twilight years, Naddy began the hunt for the one treasure that had researched throughout his thoroughly extended life; the fabled Seeker's Stone. Those who held the stone would gain sight beyond sight, the ability to see whatever they wished, and would have made the hunt far too easy for the Prospector in his early years. But now that his time was coming to an end once and for all, Naddy set out to find his last goal...and find it he did.
As he held the stone in his hands, his hands began to fade from the mortal realm. The Prospector soon discovered why no man had ever returned with the stone, for while it granted sight beyond sight, it took the holder's mortal form in exchange. Trapped in a realm between life and death, free to instantly appear and observe anything he desired, where all before him had gone insane, Naddy Bumppo had found a final home; and purpose.
The defining sounds of war rages across the lands, but some claim that a voice can be heard through the chaos around them. A whisper that finds them when they are in danger, and grows in intensity when they need it the most. The Prospector may be trapped, but he can still offer his wisdom to those who he sees fit, and still seeks to preserve what many deem soon to be lost forever...the lives of fighting heroes.
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