Timestamp: 46th of Summer 514 AV
On his sixth century of life, and here Lenore was with a dust mop. He glared down at the offending tool, reminding himself yet again that annoyance at a task was inefficient. He pushed some more dust out the ever-open front door of Tellerwak’s labratory. Master Tellerwak. Lenore understood it would take time for the other animator to trust him enough to assist with his creations. That did not mean the nuit particularly enjoyed doing menial labor until then. He sighed and leaned the mop in the corner of the room. Lenore would do whatever it took to be granted funding for his research on Sahova. He could not think of anything more insulting than using an intelligent apprentice for chores but it was not his choice to make.
He snatched up a rag and some viscous alchemical concoction in a bottle. He dabbed it on the rag and went ow work wiping down the desk situated in the center of the entry room. Lenore hadn’t yet seen Tellerwak talk to a patron yet but he assumed this is where such a meeting took place. It showed none of the chaos the laboratory proper displayed. The animator eyed the closed book. Another mystery, one that by the very nature of being closed made Lenore want to open it. Surely it was nothing but boring accounts of orders completed and outstanding. But what if it wasn’t? What if it was an animated book? Tellerwak specialized in animating doors, an otherwise mundane object. A book really wasn’t so different from a door when discerning what was mundane and was mystical.
Seating himself in the chair to which he was not at all entitled. Lenore stowed the rag beneath the desk. As he placed his cold dead fingers on the spine of the book a robed gentlemen stepped through the open door.
Lenore was caught… or was he? He thumbed his apprentice’s ring, the other man wore a ring indicating he was a wizard. The boy researcher wasn’t subtle or even a passable actor. He could back out of this still, say he was just cleaning. Maybe the Wizard didn’t know who Lenore was, that could go a long way in this…
“You must be the Doorman’s new Apprentice?” The Wizard inquired patronizingly.
His unbeating heart sunk, this would not be pleasant.
On his sixth century of life, and here Lenore was with a dust mop. He glared down at the offending tool, reminding himself yet again that annoyance at a task was inefficient. He pushed some more dust out the ever-open front door of Tellerwak’s labratory. Master Tellerwak. Lenore understood it would take time for the other animator to trust him enough to assist with his creations. That did not mean the nuit particularly enjoyed doing menial labor until then. He sighed and leaned the mop in the corner of the room. Lenore would do whatever it took to be granted funding for his research on Sahova. He could not think of anything more insulting than using an intelligent apprentice for chores but it was not his choice to make.
He snatched up a rag and some viscous alchemical concoction in a bottle. He dabbed it on the rag and went ow work wiping down the desk situated in the center of the entry room. Lenore hadn’t yet seen Tellerwak talk to a patron yet but he assumed this is where such a meeting took place. It showed none of the chaos the laboratory proper displayed. The animator eyed the closed book. Another mystery, one that by the very nature of being closed made Lenore want to open it. Surely it was nothing but boring accounts of orders completed and outstanding. But what if it wasn’t? What if it was an animated book? Tellerwak specialized in animating doors, an otherwise mundane object. A book really wasn’t so different from a door when discerning what was mundane and was mystical.
Seating himself in the chair to which he was not at all entitled. Lenore stowed the rag beneath the desk. As he placed his cold dead fingers on the spine of the book a robed gentlemen stepped through the open door.
Lenore was caught… or was he? He thumbed his apprentice’s ring, the other man wore a ring indicating he was a wizard. The boy researcher wasn’t subtle or even a passable actor. He could back out of this still, say he was just cleaning. Maybe the Wizard didn’t know who Lenore was, that could go a long way in this…
“You must be the Doorman’s new Apprentice?” The Wizard inquired patronizingly.
His unbeating heart sunk, this would not be pleasant.
