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eswareinmal2012-01-08 05:29 pm
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Need to see my class trainer
[Curufin isn't in any hurry to leave the castle - since all his immediate wants seem to be taken care of here, he has mainly been occupied pacing the corridors to form a mental map of the place, in his room committing his discoveries to paper in neat, flawless Tengwar, or occasionally toying with the Orb, watching the others rather than making any special effort to communicate. The others seem to be quite interesting, the young princess in particular, but he feels that he hasn't learned much from his observations. In particular, he's wondering why his brothers are not here - he'd seen Celegorm go down, and Caranthir had run off on his own somewhere like an idiot, so they're presumably dead too. There's also the matter of why his clothes have been exchanged for robes.
Curufin has his own theories, but he'd rather find out from someone who knows for certain. Jumping to conclusions and making unfounded assumptions never ends well. It's probably what got him killed, in fact. Had he been less busy laying waste to the royal guard he might have spotted the archer taking aim from the upper gallery - but that's the past now. Not only the past, it's no longer his world.
In the late afternoon he decides to go out. Lighting a lantern (so distracted by his musings he doesn't notice he has used neither taper or matches), he draws his robes around him and wanders the hallways in search of someone official, who might be able to explain a little more to him. If it's a hero they are after, there's no harm in being proactive.
Some food might also be good.]
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Curufin has his own theories, but he'd rather find out from someone who knows for certain. Jumping to conclusions and making unfounded assumptions never ends well. It's probably what got him killed, in fact. Had he been less busy laying waste to the royal guard he might have spotted the archer taking aim from the upper gallery - but that's the past now. Not only the past, it's no longer his world.
In the late afternoon he decides to go out. Lighting a lantern (so distracted by his musings he doesn't notice he has used neither taper or matches), he draws his robes around him and wanders the hallways in search of someone official, who might be able to explain a little more to him. If it's a hero they are after, there's no harm in being proactive.
Some food might also be good.]
Tagging any NPC who might be around.
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Well, if there's anything I can do to help... I've been summoned here, but I'm not entirely sure what is expected of me.
By the by, are you going to eat that?
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[[And with a cheerful smile, that same table that before was laden with books is now laden with all sorts of sweet breads and muffins of all sorts of flavors.]]
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What wouldn't I give to do magic like this!
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Where I come from - there are things [nom] that my people can do [munch] that are regarded as magic, or akin to it. [licks toffee sauce off lips] Making a blade enchanted to be sharp against monsters or glow in the presence of orcs - that's within my capabilities. [finishes muffin and reaches for a chocolate one] But this is a lot more... magical. Making something out of nothing, unless you're summoning these from someone's larder...
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[by supreme effort of will, does not take a third muffin]
I suppose that when you say you are a white mage, you mean that you use your gifts only for good?
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[gestures at own robes with the shiny little moons and stars on]
What do you make of mine?
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I may be a lot of things to different people, but that's a new one.
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I wonder if they mixed me up with someone else? I wouldn't be wearing the robes if my clothes had seen fit to be transported here with me. They are quite comfortable, I suppose, although I don't care much for the decoration.
[gives in to temptation and picks up a finger biscuit]
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[eats biscuit, is quite bemused but mainly amused and quite happy to go along with this. Really this world is strange enough that he's half expecting to wake up in a healer's tent somewhere and find it was all a dream.]
So... suppose I wanted to become less of a fraudulent wizard, how do I go about learning?
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[hand edging towards a second iced biscuit]
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[eats the biscuit and brushes crumbs off robe]
Sounds like a lot of hard work... study and practice. Hm. Since we're in the library, maybe you could recommend some elementary texts on the subject?
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Thank you. You've been very helpful - and the cakes were delicious.
[picks up the stack of books with some effort]
Is there anything I can do for you in return?
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[snaps fingers experimentally, to see if anything happens]
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It sounds like I need to do some work before I have anything to show you. Mind if I take a muffin along?
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