Open Chronicles A Collegiate Inquiry

[Adriel Withers]

Adriel snickered audibly at the comment regarding Eleth the Unknowable. He'd read a few texts on various theologies, yet the mysterious figure and the surrounding texts regarding him always seemed to be incoherent babble. Much like, as Farzad had pointed out, Constanzo. He grinned.

He was about to continue before Autumn interjected, Adriel glanced around the library briefly just to confirm there were no librarians nearby that might overhear her. With a brief sigh of relief, he turned towards Autumn and Farzad yet again. "Our best bet will be one of the few gravity magic books along here, although I'm not too familiar with spontaneous or uncontrolled magic" He turned to face Farzad as he spoke. While Adriel didn't recognise him from around the college, perhaps he was equally an Elbion mage.

"Some first-year rudimentary control texts perhaps?" He asked to no one in particular. His train of thought was sufficiently derailed with the sudden arrival of Focraig'Diin and Adriel stood almost dumbstruck at the display of magic before him.

"Well, we're searching for gravitation magic funnily enough..." His speech was cut off as a surly librarian turned the corner - accompanied by a giant orangutan dressed in librarian gear. The duo shot daggers at the group before them, before the human partner spoke.

"Are you FOUR QUITE DONE?! You are DISTURBING THE PEACE!" The librarian glanced briefly towards Adriel and blanched, taking a few moments to recover, before continuing his tirade.

"You are all on your last warning, if I have to tell you again, my colleague will be escorting you out." He gestured towards the orangutan, who released a brief snarl and growl.

 

[Farzad Oldsummer]

There was a pause on Farzad's breath. The stream of information and luckily enough a pin focused attention of knowing what they need rather than bobbing for fish in the dark with one's hands was almost refreshing. too often a Wizard stumbled on either the too broad, or the so very niche they had to write their own book to give themselves a lecture. No this was just the perfect middleground. He was about to answer them too before...

"Hold!"
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His attention cut immediately by the demand, watching as pages floated in midair another branch of magic he'd never learn. He almost sighed as he released his magic thanking that his books weren't re-disorganized. Though he found himself more thankful for the scarf that he still had around his mouth, digging a finger into his pocket he pulled out another one, wrapping it around his eyes, his face now cut between a red geomantic patterned scarf for his lower half, and a series of swirls of clashing greens over his face. He was quickly becoming a bad addition to abstract art.

Farzad kept his pause, running his finger along the bridge of his nose over the scarf, running some of the dust between his fingers before sliding it along the table. He was about to speak again, before a cacophony of noise clattered and scattered the peace. This time not the Lithomancer, but the Orangutan and his equally obnoxious, unastute bastard of an assistant. "Melvin..." He whispered at barely audible degrees. He turned on his chair, looking between the two. He wanted to speak out, tell off the Orangutan and his square-faced, square of a personality assistant of how glad he was to find the missing link standing right before him. Unfortunately, evolution was still in the air if it was real. Sure it worked on a micrological level. That had been observed, but on a larger scale? It seemed impossible without magic. So he bit his tongue and simply nodded. He was sure he'd have a minute to interject and assist. Maybe.