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The green-robed half-elf kept his cheerful demeanor through all of that, patiently letting her finish waking up and take full stock. And somehow, he stifled so much as a chuckle. “Yes, Maester. And yes! To begin: a short while ago, I was walking into the library from the alley side - the...

Mirthwind smiled cheerfully as the Maester woke, wiping the ostrich feather dry and setting it neatly on the blotter. “Ah! Good afternoon, Maester! I must say - I quite envy your third-years. Most seem quite engaged with the material! Many very astute analyses, some laudable leaps of logic...

Mirthwind gently rapped on the open door with the end of his staff. "Maester?", he asked softly. Well, that was odd. He now supposed she had very good reason to attempt to enchant him. When she didn't answer him with more than a drooling half-yawn, he softly moseyed over to one of the other...

A golden swarm of birdwing butterflies sped through the streets and alleyways, above the head-height and eye level of most folk going about their business just below. A few children gasped and pointed, but the swarm had passed on before their parents could be turned. As the swarm wheeled into...

So... this fellow is in and about Elbion and its college, if it matters.

Mirthwind pondered Pomrick’s assertion of the relative mana strain of the various schools. “More costly? Hmm. In my experience, only if the transmutation target changes in the summed amount of its substance. Marble and water, for example, weigh very nearly the same. I could have left the...

Mirthwind waited a long, awkward moment for any of the younger students to answer. Finally, he cleared his throat. His voice was calm, and, he hoped, professorial enough for the occasion. "Bloomsfield enjoys a profound, fundamental connection to the Weave that other students and even Maesters...

Mirthwind saluted Pomrick and Maester Thunderbeard in turn with his staff, his expression unusually somber. It was cruel of the old bastard to nearly let the poor guy pass out. And nearly as cruel for the other students to guffaw and point and carry on as though they would have fared any...

Mirthwind felt a familiar crackle in the weave and grinned. He nudged his staff toward the pool, summoning an illusory cayman at the pool’s edge. The half-elf started to saunter along a circular route around to the opposite side of the pool as the illusionary predator began to slide into the...

Mirthwind smiled appreciatively, until he saw the water dripping off. Assuming Pomrick’s eyes were on him, Mirthwind mimed a spell motion on his own eyes while aiming his staff just ahead of the falling drips. “Aquando!”-and another pool of water opened in the floor just in front of his...

Taking advantage of the precious seconds Pomrick spent escaping the pool, Mirthwind immediately stepped forward into a followup spell, aiming his staff directly at Pomrick this time and speaking “Testudande!”, meaning to polymorph him into a large tortoise. Pomrick Bloomsfield

Mirthwind sighed sympathetically at the panicked apprentice, his voice magically echoing out "Aquando!" as he leveled his staff not at the ward Pomrick seemed to be feverishly willing into existence around himself, but at the thick marble floor beneath him, attempting to turn it into a pool of...

Mirthwind sauntered forward, saluting the old codger and his opponent in turn, a light smirk drawn upon his lips as he walked a smooth arc to his position within the dueling circle. The glower in Thunderbeard's eyes told him in no uncertain terms that he was hoping, no, expecting great things...

Mirthwind reclined casually, almost jadedly, against a column, fingers lightly tracing a dormant rune carved into his plain-looking elmwood staff. He suppressed a smirk at the rumbling but curtly clipped syllables now shaking the souls of the suddenly reconsidering, wide-eyed fifth and sixth...