Post by maeglhachel on Aug 1, 2014 4:03:26 GMT -5
She let her feet guide her through the Alzarin library on their own and found the books she was looking for in the same spot they used to be.
If she closed her eyes to not see the fine blue and white tunic she bought from her Waterdhavian tailor, she could travel back in time and imagine herself to be still doing "Planar Lore II" and struggling with a gazillion of weird names of places and their relationships. Or with the incantations and rituals to gain more control over what creatures the Weave would bring at her bidding. A time when it seemed to be a sport among Slaadi to queue up for traveling to the the Prime Material to mock a human called Tarithel. In the end it had been easy, but then most things are once you know how to do them.
She reached out for two fancily decorated books and ran her fingers down their backs with a soft chuckle fading into a crooked, fond smile: D'Rhys' The Shape of This World and the Next and Our Unseen Neighbours from Beyond.
These two had been her downfall during her first attempt at the exam. Blame the others for D'Rhys being a so much more entertaining writer. It turned out that the bulk of what D'Rhys had written was just sloppily paraphrased content of the now outdated former classic Turning Wheels (ironically by a scholar called Wainwright). Where he really shone, though, was where he completely made things up, like the story about the Solar Ty'Nar, who was supposedly caught and abducted to Baator to be tortured and subverted into service to the Lord of Nessus. Her tears, however, ran like a river into the Styx and when that burst it's banks, its waters turned out to cause devils severe pain. When the tears of the poor, tortured Solar threatened to flood all of Hell and disable significant portions of its fiendish armies, Asmodeus finally had no choice but to set Ty'Nar free. Of course, Tarithel's teachers had immediately recognized that her knowledge was mostly derived from such sources and made their discontent very clear.
So, D'Rhys hadn't cut it back then and she had a feeling he wouldn't this time around.
Instead, she started to pull books from the shelf like Krantz's Cosmology, the fairly recent An Ecology of the Planes by a Suzailian scholar, A Glimpse into the Abyss by the Mad Seer of Manshaka, or the notorious Crowley's Diabolicon. The original copy of the latter was supposedly bound in the author's very own skin after he penned down the content as dictated by a devil the unlucky mage had summoned but failed to properly protect against. This was just a copy, of course, though it was remarkable enough the academy had one and even the copy looked quite ominous in its black leather binding with dark red runes of warding all over it.
It looked about as ominous as the feeling she had felt when that little bell inside her rang out, struck by what Vlaric had said, by him making her remember some of Snipe's words. It felt like some puzzle pieces were about to fall in place, only those puzzle pieces were like giant rocks each weighing about a ton and if they fell, they would fall with a crash. And whatever the puzzle was going to show, she had a feeling it wouldn't be something good. But if ignorance was bliss, it was too late for that, now. So, she carried her pile of books over to one of the tables and started to read, and would be returning to pore over her books for hours over the next days.
If she closed her eyes to not see the fine blue and white tunic she bought from her Waterdhavian tailor, she could travel back in time and imagine herself to be still doing "Planar Lore II" and struggling with a gazillion of weird names of places and their relationships. Or with the incantations and rituals to gain more control over what creatures the Weave would bring at her bidding. A time when it seemed to be a sport among Slaadi to queue up for traveling to the the Prime Material to mock a human called Tarithel. In the end it had been easy, but then most things are once you know how to do them.
She reached out for two fancily decorated books and ran her fingers down their backs with a soft chuckle fading into a crooked, fond smile: D'Rhys' The Shape of This World and the Next and Our Unseen Neighbours from Beyond.
These two had been her downfall during her first attempt at the exam. Blame the others for D'Rhys being a so much more entertaining writer. It turned out that the bulk of what D'Rhys had written was just sloppily paraphrased content of the now outdated former classic Turning Wheels (ironically by a scholar called Wainwright). Where he really shone, though, was where he completely made things up, like the story about the Solar Ty'Nar, who was supposedly caught and abducted to Baator to be tortured and subverted into service to the Lord of Nessus. Her tears, however, ran like a river into the Styx and when that burst it's banks, its waters turned out to cause devils severe pain. When the tears of the poor, tortured Solar threatened to flood all of Hell and disable significant portions of its fiendish armies, Asmodeus finally had no choice but to set Ty'Nar free. Of course, Tarithel's teachers had immediately recognized that her knowledge was mostly derived from such sources and made their discontent very clear.
So, D'Rhys hadn't cut it back then and she had a feeling he wouldn't this time around.
Instead, she started to pull books from the shelf like Krantz's Cosmology, the fairly recent An Ecology of the Planes by a Suzailian scholar, A Glimpse into the Abyss by the Mad Seer of Manshaka, or the notorious Crowley's Diabolicon. The original copy of the latter was supposedly bound in the author's very own skin after he penned down the content as dictated by a devil the unlucky mage had summoned but failed to properly protect against. This was just a copy, of course, though it was remarkable enough the academy had one and even the copy looked quite ominous in its black leather binding with dark red runes of warding all over it.
It looked about as ominous as the feeling she had felt when that little bell inside her rang out, struck by what Vlaric had said, by him making her remember some of Snipe's words. It felt like some puzzle pieces were about to fall in place, only those puzzle pieces were like giant rocks each weighing about a ton and if they fell, they would fall with a crash. And whatever the puzzle was going to show, she had a feeling it wouldn't be something good. But if ignorance was bliss, it was too late for that, now. So, she carried her pile of books over to one of the tables and started to read, and would be returning to pore over her books for hours over the next days.