Recent content by Severin Bellerose

By a bronze chain on his belt lay a book so thick. Fatter than any normal book you'd consider thick. He released it from his binds but offered it not to the girl. »First I must introduce myself. I am Severin Bellerose, Professor of Scripture Magic. And who would you be?« The mage didn't bother...

»Young miss, that is quite a massive request. You could likely spend half a day merely searching for these books.« Severin Bellerose walking up and down the short hall before the miss. »To kill a fire giant. You must first study him. Not in books but in person. However, that is my first...

He blankly gazed at the lass still dangling up before she finally made her way down. A peculiar one indeed. »With a bucket of water!« He chuckled half-seriously. »However you are in the entirely wrong section of the library to find such information. The culture and nature manuals are here, the...

The mage petted away from the rim of the fountain before sitting down. Soon enough he already produced a flask of hard liquor from under his cloak. It wouldn't have been professor Severin of he wasn't drunk off his soles. One might imagine the day to find him dead in the gutter. »I will be glad...

The mage gazed at the lass with half-closed eyes. His arm slowly caressed his gaunt face, caressing his wiry yet short beard. His face, even though human, had an uncharacteristic resemblance to the face of a fox. From his tailcoat to his scarf, he appeared overall well dressed, but the cloth was...

While meandering further and taping the spell across the bookcases, a small thump disturbed the mage. What was this? Boots? Severing gazed around and then up when a human lass made a firm stance on whatever wooden furniture she currently stood on. He steadied his gaze for a moment, seemingly...

The wisened wizard caressed his stubby beard. »Perhaps it would be best then, to keep such secrets of magics...away from prying magister eyes.« The professor nodded, speaking quietly. »Though I fear, right now might not be the time to meet old faces. Most are currently taking their classes and...

Tap tap tap tap. The lower levels were filled with a certain kind of gloom, only illuminated by magical lights which followed their casters. While so deep underground was no place for a library, the higher mages spoke that light is for the living. Despite the depth at which it was located, the...

»Of course, of course, a young mind like your's is always hungering for more.« »More knowledge, knowledge is power in this world,« mused Severin Bellerose. »But too much drive on the eternal search leads us to a path of unnatural achievement. The call of the Herald.« The wisened graphomancer...

»Oh indeed it was, young Altas. However aside from a few... casualties, the collage only suffered structural damages. Some other inhabitants exaggerate the damage done, however, to me it feels like any other day.« The mage tapped his shoes against the well. »Enough of the Collage, where have...

»Ah, Madam Altas, I have not seen you on the college grounds for quite some time, how do you fare?« Spoke out the rusty calligraphy professor. He seemingly appeared is out of nowhere, but so was the professor usually, shadowy and pale as a ghost. Preferring more to stick to his scriptorium and...

I could go about having a class in some magic if people would be up for it that is.

Severin could perhaps come...

Late to the party as always. That's how Severin Bellerose always seemed to work. And he could barely even hide his liqueur canteen. His eyes seemed to spark up at the Jaleyaanan scripture mages. You know. Rare a place harbours so many mages that just do by writing. Nothing of that fancy slog...

With delicate brushstrokes, the mage coloured in the most intricate of flower patterns on the side of his scripture. Occasionally, of course, he had to rest his eyes. His gaze pointing outwards as lazily as ever. Tip tip tap tap. He leaned his cheek on his arm. Today the yard was not as lively...