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He had traveled to Elbion, as he always had, on the gales of hope and some odd sprinkling of ambition. The college had offered him an opportunity to advance through to a more prestigious lecture hall, the sort with towering columns of hand-carved wood, inlaid by swirling tapestries of marble and granite. Large bookcases that stretched from the polished floor to the artistically painted vaulted ceilings, filled with scores of tomes and manuscripts that detailed ages from the beginning to the present. Some were even famed for being tales of prophecy, telling of the infliction of the arcane and how it would bring the world to its knees.
But then the fire came and things got out of hand. Had he known that the Maesters preferred for lessons of flame control to occur outside, he would have been content to oblige. But they gave him a dusty basement hall and Ere was hardly the sort to spend much time on lamentation. So a few students got burned and they had to be healed magically, one could hardly make an omelette without burning a couple prospects.
Long fingers, chewed-nails dirtied from digging through the top soil, raked across the elf’s weatherbeaten forehead as he surveyed his domain. He had other means of travel, though the portal stones were hardly convenient and he wasn’t one to spend money where it wasn’t needed. That included protected caravans or trained guides. Figuring wisdom came with age, and one could not know where they were going without wisdom, he set off to head South on his own terms.
Letting out a breath of frustrated air, he ruffled through the pockets of his soiled green doublet and pulled out a folded bit of papyrus. Hastly turning it over, he unfolded it to reveal a crudely drawn map that revealed a zig-zag line that cut from Elbion to the Fal’Addas, across the Aberrasai and Falwood. There was a bit of feather scratching that he was sure was Vel Anir, marking a near halfway point between the two locations. And he was entirely certain that he was beyond the Human Fortress Town. It was easy to pick out, they had the air thick with industrialization and only distance could remedy such nostril-affliction.
“Gah...this makes no sense.” Eyes pinning, he turned the map over amidst an ah-ha moment. Flicking the center, he crumpled the map back into a ball and threw it into the woods. “Worthless copper for a worthless map.” He blew out hot air as he held his fingers over his brow, blocking out the sun. The light was shining through the forest canopy like a gauntlet of dust riddled curtains, forming shadows of unknown maps on the forest floor.
The path he set out on was rife with soil-bare roots, stretching out from monstrous trees, that served as ample obstacle for the lazy-footed walker. Likely formed as a cut by game or wolves, it was hardly more than a narrow swath through lowberry bushes and bristle weeds. His woolen clothing was thick enough to repel the thorns but he found his pace quickening as he rejoined his solo-trek. He could smell fire and smoke in the distance, the sort that he hadn’t started.
Quellyn D'Araesia
But then the fire came and things got out of hand. Had he known that the Maesters preferred for lessons of flame control to occur outside, he would have been content to oblige. But they gave him a dusty basement hall and Ere was hardly the sort to spend much time on lamentation. So a few students got burned and they had to be healed magically, one could hardly make an omelette without burning a couple prospects.
Long fingers, chewed-nails dirtied from digging through the top soil, raked across the elf’s weatherbeaten forehead as he surveyed his domain. He had other means of travel, though the portal stones were hardly convenient and he wasn’t one to spend money where it wasn’t needed. That included protected caravans or trained guides. Figuring wisdom came with age, and one could not know where they were going without wisdom, he set off to head South on his own terms.
Letting out a breath of frustrated air, he ruffled through the pockets of his soiled green doublet and pulled out a folded bit of papyrus. Hastly turning it over, he unfolded it to reveal a crudely drawn map that revealed a zig-zag line that cut from Elbion to the Fal’Addas, across the Aberrasai and Falwood. There was a bit of feather scratching that he was sure was Vel Anir, marking a near halfway point between the two locations. And he was entirely certain that he was beyond the Human Fortress Town. It was easy to pick out, they had the air thick with industrialization and only distance could remedy such nostril-affliction.
“Gah...this makes no sense.” Eyes pinning, he turned the map over amidst an ah-ha moment. Flicking the center, he crumpled the map back into a ball and threw it into the woods. “Worthless copper for a worthless map.” He blew out hot air as he held his fingers over his brow, blocking out the sun. The light was shining through the forest canopy like a gauntlet of dust riddled curtains, forming shadows of unknown maps on the forest floor.
The path he set out on was rife with soil-bare roots, stretching out from monstrous trees, that served as ample obstacle for the lazy-footed walker. Likely formed as a cut by game or wolves, it was hardly more than a narrow swath through lowberry bushes and bristle weeds. His woolen clothing was thick enough to repel the thorns but he found his pace quickening as he rejoined his solo-trek. He could smell fire and smoke in the distance, the sort that he hadn’t started.
Quellyn D'Araesia
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