Day 32, Summer of 509 AV
Nightfall
Simple Single Room
Nightfall
Simple Single Room
Leth had only just taken over Syna's reign over the sky, and appropriately Eridanus was awash with the daily transformation that struck his mind with jumbled and garbled memories of his past in the divine space that was Ukalas or one of his many past lives. He could really recall which. Normally he would have been subject to contemplation, if not for the frenzied scribbling that he was engrossed in on one of the many pieces of parchment sprawled all over his desk.
A single quill was grasped in his hand while an ink-well stood within reach. The flickering flames of a candle provided illumination when Syna's rays could not. When most people would have gone to bars to socialize or to hang out somewhere with friends or comrades, the ethaefal returned to his room early not to sleep but to explore a strange little idea that he had thought of when he had woken up early that day in the morning.
Eridanus finished the last jot with a flourish, resting the quill against the open mouth of the ink-well as he looked at the product of his frenzied scribbling. It looked like an edgy art piece, perhaps a surrealistic attempt at portraying an absurd idea.
A combination of words, drawings and symbols, the complex arrangement of ink on the parchment looked like a hybridization of typical mundane communication tools, but to wielders of the arcane it meant something different completely.
A single quill was grasped in his hand while an ink-well stood within reach. The flickering flames of a candle provided illumination when Syna's rays could not. When most people would have gone to bars to socialize or to hang out somewhere with friends or comrades, the ethaefal returned to his room early not to sleep but to explore a strange little idea that he had thought of when he had woken up early that day in the morning.
Eridanus finished the last jot with a flourish, resting the quill against the open mouth of the ink-well as he looked at the product of his frenzied scribbling. It looked like an edgy art piece, perhaps a surrealistic attempt at portraying an absurd idea.
A combination of words, drawings and symbols, the complex arrangement of ink on the parchment looked like a hybridization of typical mundane communication tools, but to wielders of the arcane it meant something different completely.