Description
The Staff of Magnus, one of the elder artifacts of Tamriel, was a metaphysical battery of sorts for its creator, the Arch-Mage Magnus. When used, it regenerates both a mage's health and mystical energy at remarkable rates. In time, the Staff will abandon the mage who wields it before he or she becomes too powerful and upsets the mystical balance it is sworn to protect.
Rumors
Well, I've been talking to this fellow at the [tavern name] [direction] of here, and he was telling me he knows something about the location of the Staff of Magnus. I don't know if he's telling the truth, but he had the nerve to ask for hundreds of gold pieces in return for the information. If I had the money I think I'd take him up on it.
This %ct's getting crazier and crazier, that's what's up. For example, you know the [tavern name] just [direction] of here? Perfectly respectable tavern, but apparently some lunatic is hanging around there, bothering everyone, telling them he knows how to find the Staff of Magnus. He should know anyone who's ever heard of the Staff is too senile to go after it anyhow.
Ever hear of the Staff of Magnus? No offense, very few [race] kids your age have. It's this ancient relic that legend says can absorb a spell cast at it and give the spell's power to whoever holds it. I know someone who knows how to get the Staff, and he'll tell you for a price if you get to him today. He's at the [tavern name], just [direction] of here.
Be quiet, [race] fool, the Necromancers would not think at all about killing you just for mentioning the Staff of Magnus. Their most powerful mages are children compared to its power, and if they could possess it, surely they would rule [city name]. I would be willing to tell you how to find the Staff, but it will cost you [amount] gold in return. Agreed?
The Staff of Magnus? It must surely be fate that brought us two together. I am [Name] and I can direct you on your way to find this most ancient and powerful of relics. Pity the poor mage who tries to battle with you once it is in your possession, eh? All I ask in return for my information is a pittance, [amount] gold pieces. Shall we get down to business?
I like your arrogance, kid. Strolling into the [tavern name], asking about the Staff of Magnus like it was a new brand of ale. The Necromancers of [city name] have been offering me thousands of gold pieces to tell them how to find it, but I shudder to think what would become of [province] if they had that power. For you, I make the offer of [amount] gold, a very good price. Do we have a deal?
Tavern Encounters
"Be quiet, [race] fool," the man next to you grabs your arm and speaks in a low, conspiratorial tone. "The Necromancers would not think at all about killing you just for mentioning the Staff of Magnus. Their most powerful mages are children compared to its power, and if they could possess it, surely they would rule [city name]. I would be willing to tell you how to find the Staff, but it will cost you [amount] gold in return. Agreed?"
A young man comes to your side and shakes your hand. "The Staff of Magnus? It must surely be fate that brought us two together. I am [Name] and I can direct you on your way to find this most ancient and powerful of relics. Pity the poor mage who tries to battle with you once it is in your possession, eh? All I ask in return for my information is a pittance, [amount] gold pieces. Shall we get down to business?"
"I like your arrogance, kid," a dark figure slithers across the tavern to your side, his face emotionless as a mask. "Strolling into the [tavern name], asking about the Staff of Magnus like it was a new brand of ale. The Necromancers of [city name] have been offering me thousands of gold pieces to tell them how to find it, but I shudder to think what would become of [province] if they had that power. For you, I make the offer of [amount] gold, a very good price. Do we have a deal?"
Location
"Thank you for the gold. Now listen carefully. Just before the Sorceror-King Magnus died, he trusted the only map to the location of the Staff of Magnus to the Blades, a secret society of warriors. I heard that one of their number sought the map that led to the Staff's current location. He journeyed to a place called the [dungeon name], in the Elsweyr province, but never returned. I would never dare to go where a Bladesman met his end, but somewhere in that dungeon is the map to the location of the Staff of Magnus. For the money you've paid, you obviously think better of your chances. I wish you luck in your quest. I've inscribed its location onto your map of the continent. Good luck, [race]. I wish you well..."
