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grimholdkeeperWho: Balthazar Blake and you
When: Day 166
Where: Library
What: You can't have magic without knowledge, and you can't have knowledge without research.
Warning: None, although he can be kind of pedantic when he's in Teacher Mode.
Blake has been keeping as low a profile as humanly possible, and when you're a sorcerer, that's pretty damn low. It's okay; he's used to solitude, used to having no companionship other than his duty. When you have no one to complain to, you just get on with business.
At least the library is diverting. The stacks are not exactly reliable, but they have notes on magic and quantum physics that are new even to him, and he's been studying for over a millennium. His focus now is protecting the Grimhold. Afraid to leave it anywhere, he's got it in a hip pocket of his coat, but he swears every now and again he can feel it shift anyway, like it's responding to something in the place. Reaching. Communicating?
He sure as hell hopes not, but just in case, he's sweating over a large book involving wards and binding circles, all scowls as he sketches out some of the sigils. Figuring out something the place can't break through may be impossible, but at least no one will be able to say he didn't try.
When: Day 166
Where: Library
What: You can't have magic without knowledge, and you can't have knowledge without research.
Warning: None, although he can be kind of pedantic when he's in Teacher Mode.
Blake has been keeping as low a profile as humanly possible, and when you're a sorcerer, that's pretty damn low. It's okay; he's used to solitude, used to having no companionship other than his duty. When you have no one to complain to, you just get on with business.
At least the library is diverting. The stacks are not exactly reliable, but they have notes on magic and quantum physics that are new even to him, and he's been studying for over a millennium. His focus now is protecting the Grimhold. Afraid to leave it anywhere, he's got it in a hip pocket of his coat, but he swears every now and again he can feel it shift anyway, like it's responding to something in the place. Reaching. Communicating?
He sure as hell hopes not, but just in case, he's sweating over a large book involving wards and binding circles, all scowls as he sketches out some of the sigils. Figuring out something the place can't break through may be impossible, but at least no one will be able to say he didn't try.