Post by maeglhachel on Sept 16, 2010 6:03:52 GMT -5
One day in the Alzarin Academy after class, among the chatter of students leaving the classroom and heading for the lounge, some taking the long way, some the shortcut, a short-haired redhead woman declines the invitation to lunch by two fellow students with a grateful smile and takes her leave heading for the library. She heads for the shelves holding the numerous books the academy possesses on arcane artifacts already existing and how to craft new ones, skims the titles and quickly finds the section she was looking for. After a deep breath she starts pulling books from the shelf.
The first, Darkharp's very own registry of arcane items she removes from the shelf after a moment's of hesitation and with a sour face. She is quite sure she won't find what she is looking for, in there. That book, she knows quite well, having compiled some of the articles in there, herself. With a shrug, she eventually takes it to cradle it in her left arm and pile other books on top of it. After several more and a quick invocation to give her the strength to carry the pile of folios, the woman moves over to a table.
As she does so, she catches sight of a very large tome, also well known to her from previous classes, one lesson in particular. She purses her lips a bit, puts the books down on a table and returns to fetch the planar atlas from its place on the shelves. She quickly leafs through it till she finds an ornately drawn map of planes, celestial planes here, fiendish planes there, prime material, elemental planes down here. "Frogs," she mutters glancing from a small circle labelled "Supreme Throne" uncomfortably close to the abyssal planes to a branch labelled "Brightwater" on the left. With a small frown and a sigh, she pushes the still open atlas to the side, picks up a book from the pile and starts to leaf throught the index ... "S ... hmm ... SH ... No shapechange". The redhead can be seen poring over books for several hours and repeating the excercise for several days.
The first, Darkharp's very own registry of arcane items she removes from the shelf after a moment's of hesitation and with a sour face. She is quite sure she won't find what she is looking for, in there. That book, she knows quite well, having compiled some of the articles in there, herself. With a shrug, she eventually takes it to cradle it in her left arm and pile other books on top of it. After several more and a quick invocation to give her the strength to carry the pile of folios, the woman moves over to a table.
As she does so, she catches sight of a very large tome, also well known to her from previous classes, one lesson in particular. She purses her lips a bit, puts the books down on a table and returns to fetch the planar atlas from its place on the shelves. She quickly leafs through it till she finds an ornately drawn map of planes, celestial planes here, fiendish planes there, prime material, elemental planes down here. "Frogs," she mutters glancing from a small circle labelled "Supreme Throne" uncomfortably close to the abyssal planes to a branch labelled "Brightwater" on the left. With a small frown and a sigh, she pushes the still open atlas to the side, picks up a book from the pile and starts to leaf throught the index ... "S ... hmm ... SH ... No shapechange". The redhead can be seen poring over books for several hours and repeating the excercise for several days.
