9th Day of Summer, 512 A.V. Marcus had just attended his first course in Glyphing, and he was quite excited about the subject. He was already enamored with his studies in Reimancy, and glyphing only promised to make him an even more capable wizard. He much preferred this over Auristics, as interesting as that class had ended up being, and did Marcus have to set some priorities with his time here at University. Not only with his time as well, but also with his personal 'treasury', which wasn't due to increase anytime soon. Thankfully his dormitory life-style cut back on living expenses, but as he ramped up his studies, Marcus knew his wallet would steadily grow lighter over the coming seasons. The young student let out a sigh as he walked on, past the East Wing of the University, hoping to get some relaxing down-time at the harbor. He glanced up and to his left, his eyes gazing over the alchemy lab that he was passing by. He had a limited knowledge of alchemy, as with most of the arcane arts, and what little of it he knew was skeptical at best. Still, Marcus was curious what went on behind those mystic doors. Those doors shielded the secrets to true transmutation; to the creation of perfection itself. Those doors held within alchemists seeking to create something out of nothing; crafting gold out of lead. Those doors held within, furry lizards? Marcus was startled for a moment as he walked by, happily on his way to the harbor, when a lizard, distinctly furry, skittered by him. The peculiar sight had not actually registered the first time, and required a mental rewind from the student as he stared in disbelief at the oddity. As the small creature 'ran' down the stone path towards the University, another interesting sight decided to pop up. Apparently the gods had thought this situation was not strange enough. Marcus thankfully was still perplexed by the initial encounter, and so was not as affected when a sickly looking alchemist, dressed in the most unusual attire, came running out from the arcane lab in quite a panic. Marcus simply stood there, his mind taking note of all that was happening, but slowly processing; the pure circumstance of it all required some thought. His body reflexively reached forward as he saw the hurried instructor stumble onto the path, before regaining his composure. This was despite the significant distance between the two, although Marcus did notice a curious smell now wafting through the air. As the man ran off after what Marcus assumed was his test subject, something caught his eye, and broke him out of his contemplative trance. He walked a few paces down the path, and knelt down to pick up a weathered scroll that had apparently been dropped in the haste of the moment. A curious scholar 'till the very end, Marcus cautiously unrolled it, and reveled in its contents. At least, he would've reveled, had he become fluent in the Ancient tongue like his instructors in the College of Applied Skills had suggested. He made out a few detached words, but Marcus could not make any coherent sense of the document. However, he sensed something of it, something beyond sight, and felt compelled to learn more of this mysterious parchment. Perhaps that was simply his curiosity baiting himself with a carrot, but Marcus needed some more vegetables in his diet. With that in mind, he headed back towards the University, seeking out the ill-seeming professor and his interesting pet. The scroll continuously urged new questions into Marcus' head, and he paced quickly on his way to seek out the man who could tell him more. Marcus smirked to himself as he found the professor, suspiciously grabbing at patches of grass, the lizard seeming to elude him. He approached the man, concealing the scroll in his robe pocket, and spoke with a polite yet still slightly hesitant tone. "Do you, uhm.. Need any help, professor..?" Marcus could not imagine how much help he would be giving, but this peculiarly-smelling instructor would soon become one of his most interesting acquaintances. OOCPrescription of Ray's action was done with permission, for the sake of creating a fluid backdrop without bouncing quick posts. |