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[Reaver Riatal]

Winter 26th Mid Afternoon 512 AV

Standing before the great University of Zeltiva he felt awkward as he stood there looking at the large pre-Valterrian structure. This was the center of learning, this is where magic might be an acceptable type of study. Where he could go to seek classes and learn more about his magic rather than just through self experimentation. It was fun figuring things out on his own, doing things without restraints was always too much fun. Though he couldn't deny the potential for actual friends with interests that are parallel with his own. It forced his heart to beat a little faster with nervousness and excitement. Truly it was enthralling and perhaps a little overwhelming for the young mage. His red coat fluttered gently in the wind, though the rattling in his pocket did quite fondly remind him of the contents in his pocket. Taking out his quill and jar of ink, this was what he had used to practice his glyphing with. Though sigils of focus only where able to focus his djed, perhaps one could give him some courage to approach the collage. Sighing he decided it would be foolish and if he got emotional now he'd only make himself out to be a fool to anyone who could be spying him. So he quickly placed the quill and jar of ink back to where they belonged.

His dark hair mopped about his face as he decidedly took his first few steps to its front door. Sharp blue eyes looking up and down the large door, pausing as he felt a light sweat and nervousness on his brow. Black pants being bitten by the cold wind and his brown boots remained strong against it. He must have seemed quite the fool to be so hesitant to enter the damn University. Perhaps that sigil of focus would indeed help a little. Besides he cold always just say that he was recently experimenting with glyphing as an excuse. Moving out of anyone's way he sat down cross legged and took out his quill and ink. Removing his black gloves he looked at the scars and sighed, his first experience with reimancy. His first real experience with overgiving as well, that forced up a few unwanted memories. Shaking his head he figured it best to proceed with his task. Opening up the jar he dipped the quill and wrote his sigil of focus on the back of his hands. Careful to take his time he slowly and carefully drew a four pointed star on the back of each of his hands. Then drawing triangles facing inwards. Then a circle with a cross to show the point of focus, smiling at his work he nodded and cleaning up his quill and ink. Then taking his gloves and and stuffing them into his pockets he looked at the back of his hands. The sigils sat proud and powerful, magic was such a fun activity.

With renewed confidence Reaver opened the doors to the University and began to wander its halls. However he found that he was quick to become lost. Only five chimes down one of the halls he didn't know where he was. He became suspicious of the University, perhaps it was designed by whomever built the street layout of Zeltiva. Looking around he tried to find his direction once more. Sighing he ran a finger through his hair deciding he'd just let out his frustration in nader canoch. Looking around he spat out, "djas isikai vaknui ruwe." Though it was rough and he didn't all the words for his sentence he had meant I wish to burn this place down. As his hand ran to the back of his head the sigil of focus was clear black on his skin. Made all the more apparent by the black hair that seemed to point at it. Whomever would stand behind him would see it clear as day. They'd also see that Reaver was hopelessly lost.

[Kenneric Crowe]

After nearly a month in Zeltiva, Kenneric had become lost. Not lost in a physical sense, but he had lost his direction. Without a tutor he had no clear path to knowledge. He was not skilled enough in anything to press forward alone, so few choices remain to him. He would have to apply for classes at the University. He had made his way from the World’s End Grotto to the University with very little trouble. It was a large and somewhat imposing work of craftsmanship on part of the ancient masons.

He was dressed in grey trousers, a white shirt and a brown jerkin. A modest attire for a humble quest into the halls of learning that house so much amazing knowledge. He had consulted a student wandering the halls on where to sign up and what classes he could take, and now was wandering. Rarely did Kenneric Crowe waste time, but for the scholar time was not wasted when indulging curiosities. The high halls of the university had a sort of contagious charm for him, and he found himself hesitant to leave.

And then he saw the young mage sitting down in the middle of the hall way. The boy was gangly and tall, probably taller than even Crowe himself was. Clearly the type that spent time over books rather than in the yard with a pitchfork of hay, he was slim and garbed in black and red. But why was he sitting in the hallway? Curious people were a vice of Kenneric’s, so he approached. His leather shoes tapped the tiled floor, more emphasizing the lack of noise rather than filling the air with their own. The boy stood as Kenneric approached and ran a hand through his hair. A glyph on his hand.

Must be studying magic? Kenneric had glyphs on his hands too, though they were on his palms, and tattooed. A product of his master’s zeal for the arcane. Kenneric himself was less passionate about such things, reimancy seemed crude and thoughtless to him. But the voiding that his master introduced him to was enchanting, and the glyphs helped with that as well.

Kenneric coughed to get the man’s attention and held out a hand. “Good day, sir. Mister Crowe, and you are?” He said, white smile armed.

[Reaver Riatal]

As he began to wonder if simply diving out the window where his best option at this point. Trying to find his way had become something of an adventure in and of itself. And as he felt that window option becoming all the more logical in his head, he heard something behind him. Blinking he looked to see a man standing there, he seemed to be a little older than himself and around the same height as himself. Though his six feet and six inches kept him taller than most, their builds where remarkably close.

However this man seemed a little thinner than himself, he was more slender than thin. Though there was little difference between, he could pride himself with some small amount of physical prowess over the man who had approached him. For the moment the young man came to his visoin, he thought someone had played him as a fool as he almost thought he saw a scarecrow. Though as his sharp blue eyes gave closer examination this was truly a young man in earnest. Introducing himself as 'Mister Crowe', even offering a hand to him.

A polite greeting! A rare thing to find in many places of Mizahar, truly Zeltiva was a place of knowledge. Bowing slightly to who he presumed to be his elder, standing upright he took the mans hand and nodded to him. "I am Reaver, Reaver Riatal. A pleasure to meet you Mister Crowe." He allowed a pause for his name to sink into his new acquaintance before he figured he'd further the conversation.

"I'm sorry to impose but I seem to be lost, I was thinking of joining classes here. I'd request, do you know if, if they do actually teach djed use here?" He had chosen his words a little more carefully. Knowing that djed was the term for magic in nader canoch. If this man was indeed a mage or wizard then he'd catch on immediately. This was still however a major gamble and he ran the risk of prosecution by this man. But his curiosity held the best of him and he just needed to know. A sweat struck his hands, a bit of res forming gently in his gloves.

He'd like the idea of having another mage to speak with, someone to perhaps share magical pursuits or at the very least share common interests. Without thinking he had brought his hand up to his chin. Forgetting about the sigil of focus he had drawn on the back of his hand. Not realizing that it would be in full view of Crowe. It began to dawn on him that he hadn't spoken a second name. Though he had little time to wonder why as he heard Crowe's response.

[Kenneric Crowe]

The man seemed to become on edge after Kenneric introduced himself. He wasn’t sure what he had to be suspicious about, but it intrigued him. After the stranger, Reaver Riatal as self-proclaimed, slid the ancient word for magic into the conversation Kenneric began to suspect why. Nader-canoch was a sparsely practiced language, and although most of his experience with it was academic, he was aware of it’s popularity amongst wizards.

“Ah, yes. A very confusing place, this University. It’s grandeur is quite rattling at first. I myself have spent less than three days trying to unveil it, though with mixed success.” He spoke easily, making conversation with a practiced flow. As he conversed, he grasped his hands behind his back, hiding the momentarily evident tattooed palms. His cheery demeanor broke briefly as Kenneric was forced to address Riatal’s loaded question. Though he became more serious, Kenneric was well practiced enough to hide any worry on his face. “I do believe magical studies is a relatively common subject within these old walls. However, it is my understanding that the study here is more of a… theoretical nature.” He eyed the other quickly, an edge to his gaze that is normally not seen. “A more… hands on mage may want to search for a more private venue to stretch his magical limbs, so to speak.” He flashed white teeth in a friendly grin.

The high, open hallway remained barren save the two, and Kenneric made sure of that before leaning a bit closer. “I myself find study without a more… physical goal dissatisfying. But what is a man to do?”

[Reaver Riatal]

Visibly Reaver relaxed as he let his limbs fall limp for but a moment. Filled with confidence and reassurance he smiled back at his counter part more than pleased to listen to every word that he spoke. His sharp blue eyes focused upon the man he found him to be a very strong potential friend. He had known Crowe's dilemma when his own father had only taught him theory for the first three seasons of his magical initiation. Though he knew quite a few solutions he began to think of a few thoughts to present to Crowe. As the man leaned in he followed suit and bent an ear to him. His dark hair matted and once he finished Reaver pulled away with a charming smile.

"Well I know of a perfectly safe discipline of djed anyone can learn, though I'd advise finding a place with walls not so constricting. As for any other, pursuits, that may interest you. The pathway through the mountains to Zeltiva has many, hidden places I took notice of. So if you've anything a little too flashy for a city alleyway I'd be more than happy to show you. However I think the first option may be a way for us to continue a conversation." He paused for a moment more than excited to try to speak the language his father had tried to diligently drill into him. "Djas kasai nader ranuri gug djed. Nader ranuri isikai dala naderdaeq djed djunn gug." Though it was rough it would translate as i hope we can grow our magic. We need trust to improve each others magic art greatly

He knew it may not make it across perfectly so he decided to make a friendly little offer. Speaking with above a whisper he smiled as he showed the man the sigil of focus on his palm. "Perhaps there is a place for academic young men like ourselves to pursue a more private conversation. Share a bit of knowledge, and learn something that may both interest us." A not so subtle hint to what he was asking as he tapped the sigil on his palm. But he was just so excited he could almost feel it bursting from his seams. Had he really met another young wizard like himself in the pursuit of knowledge? To him his reimancy was an art, the elements his paint and the world his canvas. Though many run in fear of anyone possessing magic, this young man seemed like he may actually understand!

[Kenneric Crowe]

Kenneric saw much potential in the bold youth. His knowledge and ambition could come in handy later, and everyone could use another friend. He nodded and agreed with Riatal. A perfectly safe discipline of djed? What on Mizahar could that be? Kenneric did not want to give his doubt away, so he laced his tone with eagerness and addressed the wizard. “Perhaps the Quill’s Rest is a better place to speak of such interesting subjects?” He began to say when Reaver broke into a string of Nader-canoch that was almost totally lost on Kenneric.

His use of the language was sparse and only a few words caught in his ear. Grow, magic, improve, greatly. He blinked at the mage again, quickly trying to put the words together. “Yes, I’m sure we can find a mutual path to improvement… Somehow.” He was fine with speaking of magic here, though the practice of such arts or discussion of them may bring attention to the pair, and Kenneric hated attention. He glanced down the well-lit passage again, empty. All the scholars were, indeed, hard at work somewhere. He began to walk at a brisk, yet smooth, pace. Motioning for Reaver to follow with a smooth, tattooed hand, Kenneric clasped his biceps with thin fingers.

“What practice could not bring danger? I am reasonably well versed in the history of Djed use, and all comes at a cost eventually.” Kenneric spoke in a hushed tone. “Please, share your knowledge.” Another flashed smile was gifted to Reaver before a thoughtful gaze came over Crowe’s face. He had some experience with Projection and Voiding, but did not tell Reaver. Both of those he knew were potentially extremely dangerous.

[Reaver Riatal]

With an almost jumped start he walked after his newest acquaintance though he was not beyond calling him his new friend. As his long strides moved to catch up his red coat caught the wind and fluttered behind him. His brown boots thumping upon the fine floor of the University. Charming smile spread across his face as his sharp blue eyes kept their focus on the man. When he inquired about the practice he had spoken of Reaver was more than happy to reply. With his leading foot he quickly spun on a heel. His left foot taking lead once more he kept strides with the man as he brought a finger skyward. The excitement clear on his face. "Well you see Mr. Crowe, I only really know a few practices myself. Though two I know are safe one I'm rather fond of, and I've even seen it improve my djed flow. Is glyphing, particularly the focus sigils have proven most useful. My djed moves faster and it helps my casting become more potent as well!" He spoke ecstatically though he was over burdened with joy he was no idiot. Taking the time to continuously check their surroundings for people who may have been listening in.

Reaver hadn't heard of Quill's Rest before but he suspected that it was a place for those of more open minds. And a pleasant place for those with an intellect worth prying into for conversation. But he was distracting himself as he brought his full focus to Crowe as he led them through the building. "Though a sigil does take a little while to draw and it differs from wizard to wizard. They do have general categories, I know them and I've practiced drawing a few. But until you know how to draw them and what they do fully its a bit of a bad idea to actually use them. Well besides a focus, those are rather simple and very fun to use~" Reaver had to practically restrain himself from speaking more out in the University. He simply reached into his pockets and took out his black gloves, ruffling his fingers into their slots he smiled. They where soon approaching the outside. As they reached the door Reaver took pause, he had been outside and particularly disliked the cold himself. Closing his eyes he shook his hands and focused. This time using an incantation to help speed the process as his djed was spun into the focus's on his hands.

In a light breath he spoke mostly to himself. "Pechi randjaq cha, yaq vaknui," roughly translating to: To bond freedom cold, sphere warm. The shield he began to spread around his body steadily took form taking only half a chime. Though as the weave began to finish itself it was clear that it was not as perfect as it could be. Though steadily Reaver was improving with his shields. Its task its usual simple one for winter, keep out the cold. With it formed it was thicker in certain places and thinner in some. But it served its purpose and would last at least most of the day, possibly into the night. With his shield prepared and ready he made a quick start after Crowe once more. Eager to have a friend to listen to him and better yet to share in a common interest! Glyphing was a true discipline of djed, cause it was surely almost magical that such an interest had brought two wizards together.

[Kenneric Crowe]

An eager soul, this Riatal. He seemed strengthened by the chance of a fellow djed user. Perhaps he had not met another before? Kenneric himself had been taught by Lowych, and obviously they conversed at length about his studies, perhaps Riatal had not had that opportunity? Kenneric had never so boldly flaunted any of his skills, but that was his nature.

“You certainly are eager with your power, Mister Riatal.” Kenneric said after the lanky figure mumbled a few words and he felt a wave of subtle energy pass by him, warming the area around them. Well, perhaps a bit excessive, but nifty. Kenneric caught the taller man’s stride and began to point their footfalls to the Quill’s Rest.

Kenneric continued to fish for knowledge about the blondish clothed man with specially tailored questions. “So, how long have you been practicing?” He slid the question into the conversation with a light tone, marching on through the city, waiting for his acquaintance to elaborate.

Could he be more than he seems? Undoubtedly. Was he as well versed in the manipulation of djed as he lead Kenneric to believe? That was an entirely different question, and remained to be answered. Kenneric wondered what the man thought of him? A pompous brat? An entitled oaf pampered by a life of privilege? He did play the part well, he thought ruefully to himself. He wasn’t entirely sure what he thought of the other either. He certainly held his interest for the time being, which was enough in this city of wonder.

[Reaver Riatal]

Reaver smiled full of joy and life as Crowe lead them to the Quills Rest. Excited beyond his own belief he had found someone else interested in the arts of djed. His long lengthy and thin body swaying this way and that as one step replaced another, his dark locks flopping around his head. As his new found friend spoke he turned to look at him. A smile still strong on his lips spread with charm and a pure happiness. As soon as Crowe's statement left his mouth Reaver felt a little confused. Surely at the University it was common place for magic to be practiced? Why would they offer to teach it if one couldn't use their teachings? Questions for another time perhaps, and without missing a beat Reaver eagerly responded to his older counter part. "Well I'd rather be a little showy and warm than cold and ordinary~" He smiled a little wider, the more time he spent in Zeltiva the more time he was beginning to feel comfortable with his archaic skills.

At Crowe's question Reaver held quiet, not that he didn't want to disclose the information. It was really that he had to remember how long it had been since his father first taught him to glyphing. Two years perhaps three? He kept thinking it over in his mind. Shifting through years of memories trying to find the source of his knowledge. It took him a little while and he was still unsure of his answer but he gave it away regardless. His father had only warned him about people who's minds where closed off to the idea of djed. Though something in the back of his mind warned him to be cautious he was in too good of a mood to listen to it. "I believe its been about four years since I first learned and began practice in the arts. Its a rough guess though, I can hardly remember many years before I began to learn what I could. Not to mention time does fly when your having fun, and by the gods did it ever move."

Reaver's gaze grew distance as he relived a few choice memories of sitting at his father's desk trying to redraw a few focus' his old man had made. It took him most of the afternoon but he had succeeded. Oh that was a proud moment for him, his mother thought it was just a drawing but his father was at least impressed. It really was a terrible copy but he intricacy hadn't gone undone! Snapping back into the here and now he looked over at Crowe. "How long have you been in practice? You seem like a well educated man." Reaver smiled, his father had told him that the Riatal's had been wizards for generations. That their bloodline went beyond the Valterrian, though he doubted that last part. He had literally almost grown up with magic in his life, and he only realized how different he was until he was about fourteen. Silently he wondered if Crowe was similar in his training as a mage. If he had learned from his own father as Reaver had.

[Kenneric Crowe]

Kenneric smiled while Riatal spoke. A father to teach, well that was interesting. Kenneric found tales of people’s fathers enchanting. He had had Lowych to teach him, not a particularly fatherly figure. But what could one do? The lot given in life was the path lived. There was no changing it, and no reason to dwell on it.

“Ah. My tutor was not my father, but a historian. A scholar really, of many fields. He understood many of the intangible arts as well.” Crowe said the words lightly, conversationally. He laced them with a bit of happiness, hiding the pang of emotion at the memory of his recently departed tutor. There was perhaps no lost love there, but maybe affection. “He taught me a few tricks.” He finished as he opened the door to the Quill’s Rest for Reaver. With a flourish of his hand he indicated the mage should proceed him into the warmth of the establishment. “A family business, as it were? That is rather rare. You must come from good stock indeed, eh?” He smiled, humor in his words.

He himself was from common birth, but would not let that get in his way. He had things to do, and even if he hadn’t been born into his power, he had gained it nonetheless. And he would use it to accomplish his ends. As Reaver walked past him, Crowe shivered visibly. Why was he being so nostalgic? What was bringing these emotions up? Clenching his teeth and pushing his memories back down into the darkness that they belonged, he smiled and followed Riatal into the Quill’s Rest.