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OOM: Somewhere north of Roble's Town
Aug. 21st, 2006 09:46 amIt was a very disappointed Bright Shiner who trudged up the now-muddy Old North Road out of Roble's Town. The little village had had but one Charter Mage, in charge of instructing those who wished to become Charter Mages as well, some day. The Mage was elderly, and all the students were too young to have much hope of teaching themselves yet, so, in the way of a hunter not killing a doe who has a fawn so that there will be more deer later to shoot, Yrael left the town alone.
That in itself wasn't so disappointing. It was the rain that had moved in as Yrael was wandering along that simply ruined his day. This part of the country was all forest, and instead of affording any sort of shelter from the rain, the leaves of the trees just gave the raindrops a place to congregate and become even bigger raindrops before getting too heavy, and splashing down on the passing Bright Shiner.
Augh.
His presence was enough of a beacon to surrounding Free Magic and Dead that he knew that he would not be bothered by them. To any wandering Charter Mage, though, Yrael would be known only when he came within a certain distance. Not that the small warning would keep Yrael from killing the unfortunate Charter Mage, but Yrael liked to at least surprise them.
Rather miserable and sopping wet, Yrael wished he still had his coffee from the bar. Coffee that had been spelled into existance just did not measure up.
That in itself wasn't so disappointing. It was the rain that had moved in as Yrael was wandering along that simply ruined his day. This part of the country was all forest, and instead of affording any sort of shelter from the rain, the leaves of the trees just gave the raindrops a place to congregate and become even bigger raindrops before getting too heavy, and splashing down on the passing Bright Shiner.
Augh.
His presence was enough of a beacon to surrounding Free Magic and Dead that he knew that he would not be bothered by them. To any wandering Charter Mage, though, Yrael would be known only when he came within a certain distance. Not that the small warning would keep Yrael from killing the unfortunate Charter Mage, but Yrael liked to at least surprise them.
Rather miserable and sopping wet, Yrael wished he still had his coffee from the bar. Coffee that had been spelled into existance just did not measure up.
