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THE COLLEGE OF ELBION
FIRST ORDER MAGE OFFICES
It had been several weeks since Telemachus had returned from a disastrous expedition to the ruined city of Valen. Disastrous mostly in principle - no research had been accomplished and several people had perished. But had at least uncovered the means to allow himself to attend both to scholarly duties and Dwarven sieges simultaneously. Such liberties would allow him to avail himself of the plots of Agron Salim and Eimur Emisol, and so the Sidereal Elf was presently debating whether or not to turn them over to the proper, pro-Elbion authorities.
It lingered in the back of his mind while he carried out his scholar's business.
Sequestered in the lowest reaches of the building that all Mages of the First Order called home, Telemachus' office was cramped. Bookshelves cramped with dusty tomes, bearing titles like "The Liminal Veil and its Properties". These were all meticulously organized, and every so often a space held alchemical regents and scrolls - large amounts of scrolls.
There was a perch behind Telemachus' desk, directly beside his seat. No bird was in sight, but the perch itself was gouged and scratched by something with rather ferocious claws.
One would think this was not a place many traveled to willingly, but the office had seen its fair share of visitors these past months as word of Telemachus' services spread. People wishing to improve their lot in life could bargain with spirits and divinities in order to do so, and all through Telemachus.
It only cost your soul and a few hundred more - give or take depending on what you wanted.
Presently there was no bartering to be done, and so Telemachus busied himself assessing the theses of his students. A scroll was rolled open on his desk, and every so often Telemachus overwrote something the pupil had written: improper grammar, an incorrect statement, a poor understanding of the cosmos.
"Enter," Telemachus said, dreary monotone carrying well past the ancient wooden door, well before Lady Emmeril moved to knock.
FIRST ORDER MAGE OFFICES
It had been several weeks since Telemachus had returned from a disastrous expedition to the ruined city of Valen. Disastrous mostly in principle - no research had been accomplished and several people had perished. But had at least uncovered the means to allow himself to attend both to scholarly duties and Dwarven sieges simultaneously. Such liberties would allow him to avail himself of the plots of Agron Salim and Eimur Emisol, and so the Sidereal Elf was presently debating whether or not to turn them over to the proper, pro-Elbion authorities.
It lingered in the back of his mind while he carried out his scholar's business.
Sequestered in the lowest reaches of the building that all Mages of the First Order called home, Telemachus' office was cramped. Bookshelves cramped with dusty tomes, bearing titles like "The Liminal Veil and its Properties". These were all meticulously organized, and every so often a space held alchemical regents and scrolls - large amounts of scrolls.
There was a perch behind Telemachus' desk, directly beside his seat. No bird was in sight, but the perch itself was gouged and scratched by something with rather ferocious claws.
One would think this was not a place many traveled to willingly, but the office had seen its fair share of visitors these past months as word of Telemachus' services spread. People wishing to improve their lot in life could bargain with spirits and divinities in order to do so, and all through Telemachus.
It only cost your soul and a few hundred more - give or take depending on what you wanted.
Presently there was no bartering to be done, and so Telemachus busied himself assessing the theses of his students. A scroll was rolled open on his desk, and every so often Telemachus overwrote something the pupil had written: improper grammar, an incorrect statement, a poor understanding of the cosmos.
"Enter," Telemachus said, dreary monotone carrying well past the ancient wooden door, well before Lady Emmeril moved to knock.