Recent content by Errune Thesius

The Lord Archivist held her gaze as she looked up at him, a cowed pup caught with some priceless effect in its jowls, chewed and torn and guilty as charged. His expression changed not, remaining the ever inscrutable and forever suffering slate of stone. Bending at the waist just over her...

The Head Archivist waited for her to be seated before making the arduous struggle of ascending the short set of steps to the top of the dais to join her. Dismissing the offer of aid from a passing Intern, Rune gently cleared his throat as his weight settled upon the top level and with a pinched...

"Four years," Rune replied without any need to tabulate the time, "though I have served as the Head Archivist for only one." He moved not with haste or grace but a purposeful uneven gait, every second stride accompanied by a softer tang of his cane. They moved through another gallery of...

Lord Errune blinked at the sudden fluttering of words from the young woman's mouth. He was not especially accustomed to women being so out of sorts around him, given his usual company ... when he kept any. Though for certain he had seen such fluster out of his young Apprentices. Ah, youth. So...

My but she was a delicate flower. Dismayed by the slightest errant wind. Lord Errune frowned, silently wishing he could impart upon her a stronger skin simply through his dour expression. Alas, it was not a magic he possessed and she was already dismissing herself from their appointment after...

This take on the shift of Ciraxis' loyalty was enough to garner a strong look of curiosity from the Archivist. There had, of course, been all manner of rumor and conspiracy about what had happened. Errune had not believed for a moment that the young woman had done anything to steal a dragon from...

Her words earned her a curious look from the Head Archivist. Muted surprise shifted his brow and drew his eye, having not expected any such ceremony of words from her mouth for as reticent and soft spoken as she had been. It was an example of grace and kind dignity that most nobles failed to...

Eduina demurred brightly at the compliments and stifled a small laugh of excitement at gaining such notice, "Thank you My Lady, I take great pride in my work though it is I that have always been envious of the dragon keepers. To think it was possible to steal a dragon-" Rune made a sound of...

In his youth he'd been more willing to gamble. The game was not unfamiliar to him, but it had been some years since he'd even thought of it, let alone participated. "I am afraid I do not recall," he admitted, not immediately moving to take a seat, "though I am certain if I played it before I...

The hall of scrolls certainly lived up to its name. Rows upon rows, stacks upon stacks, of rolled scrolls rested here. It was impossible to see the entire breadth of the hall's contents from any one place, but as they quietly strolled in she might spy (if she lifted her eyes at all) several...

Did his body wish to sit? Absolutely. Please I beg of you- "Nonsense," Errune replied to her, "as I said before, Cress, I am here for you today," though the man was forced to glance down at his hound who had turned to look up at him expectantly, panting, "and Baron, of course. I am certain that...

The Archivist leaned in toward her, perhaps a bit closer than was proper for the pair, intense green eyes staring into her own, "Lord Errune," he corrected her firmly but not unkindly. Pausing there a moment, recognizing her slip up for something he once knew in his own heart as emotions, he...

He had a hunch that wasn't what she'd said, but far be it from him to trouble her further about it. If it was so important, she would have repeated herself. Must not have been so important after all. "Indeed," he agreed with her and gave a short glance skyward, eyes wincing into the sunlight he...

"And so you shall," Rune agreed with her, pleased to see that she understood the gravity of the position she'd been put in. He reached forth into the cabinet to withdraw the handsomely crafted sheath, hewn from a dark marrowood and inlaid with silver and pearl. "These were my claws," he said...

If he sensed her prickling, he did not show it. Truth be told, Rune was far too immersed in his own mental churning to have. With Baron happily chomping up ice cream off the ground, the Archivist let his gaze and mind wander, thinking that perhaps the Sanitation Crew were being paid too little...