TIMESTAMP:7 Calid March, 122
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On days where he had no obligations but his companion did, Hector often found himself out wandering the streets in sometimes vain attempts to find some semblance of entertainment. Typically, his default was to wander off to the library closest to his apartment. Given the rather wealthy area of town that he lived in, the nearest one was just as grand as one would expect and had an effectively endless supply of things to read.
Now, whether one would enjoy every single text found within is debatable, but one would certainly find at least several years worth of assorted things of interest. Hector himself was partial to books relating to assorted magics, anatomy, medicine, myths and legends as well as a variety of fiction. Of these subjects, there were plenty to be found.
It was early enough in the morning that few people were yet on the streets. Those who were going to work were already there and most consumers were still asleep. Fitting as well that the sky would be so grey today, too. If it were to rain, might as well be doing something indoors.
The mage wore nothing that would stand out in this setting, though the entire ensemble was dark. The contrast of light lavender hair and pale skin against dark fabric was enough for some of the more boring folk to stare, but this is…how he'd always looked. Thought he was used to this behavior, perhaps he was simply noticing it more now because he was far less comfortable in this city than he had been back in Zaichaer.
Whatever the case, he continued on his way to the library. As he neared the rather lovely example of fine Gelerian architecture, there was a problem. Well, more of an annoyance, but still. Somehow, he had managed to get a pebble or a bit of bark or something equally obnoxious in his shoe. O, woe, what a tragedy indeed.
Instead of, say, attempting to remove this debris by removing the heel of the shoe and extracting it with his hand, Hector opted for a choice many would consider to be…perhaps a bit bizarre. With the sleeves of his shirt already rolled to his elbows, he raised his right hand to the top side of his left forearm. In this single motion, an astute observer would notice the nail on his right pointer finger both sharpen and extend. Then, just as quickly, he drew it across his arm, breaking the skin…and yet this strange elf did not bleed. Once the wound was opened, the claw would recede back to how it was before.
Ever more strangely, from the wound emerged an extension of bone. Something akin to a small pick, it was. Snapping this growth off, the wound would then magically seal itself. The elven mage would then take this strange, makeshift tool and use it to free his shoe of the pebble's dreadful curse. Once he'd succeeded, the very pick itself would appear to absorb back into the flesh of his hand.
To him this was simple. An easy series of casts, a few fluxes of aether, problem solved. He'd looked around prior to doing this and the only person nearby was a young woman– everyone else would be too far to notice. Plus, was anyone even paying attention? It's also not as if he doesn't have a license to practice magic.
This bizarre series of things that Hector just did were all made possible by his Vitalis rune; more specifically, the spells Vicissitude and Crystallize. Would the young lady who may or may not have seen this possess the audacity to inquire about precisely why he'd chosen such an elaborate fix for his problem? Or simply move on with her day?
None of these were questions the elf was thinking, however, as he believed that she did not see a thing. Continuing on his way, the young man would open the heavy door of the library and disappear within, the wood closing with an oddly quiet click behind him.
Now, whether one would enjoy every single text found within is debatable, but one would certainly find at least several years worth of assorted things of interest. Hector himself was partial to books relating to assorted magics, anatomy, medicine, myths and legends as well as a variety of fiction. Of these subjects, there were plenty to be found.
It was early enough in the morning that few people were yet on the streets. Those who were going to work were already there and most consumers were still asleep. Fitting as well that the sky would be so grey today, too. If it were to rain, might as well be doing something indoors.
The mage wore nothing that would stand out in this setting, though the entire ensemble was dark. The contrast of light lavender hair and pale skin against dark fabric was enough for some of the more boring folk to stare, but this is…how he'd always looked. Thought he was used to this behavior, perhaps he was simply noticing it more now because he was far less comfortable in this city than he had been back in Zaichaer.
Whatever the case, he continued on his way to the library. As he neared the rather lovely example of fine Gelerian architecture, there was a problem. Well, more of an annoyance, but still. Somehow, he had managed to get a pebble or a bit of bark or something equally obnoxious in his shoe. O, woe, what a tragedy indeed.
Instead of, say, attempting to remove this debris by removing the heel of the shoe and extracting it with his hand, Hector opted for a choice many would consider to be…perhaps a bit bizarre. With the sleeves of his shirt already rolled to his elbows, he raised his right hand to the top side of his left forearm. In this single motion, an astute observer would notice the nail on his right pointer finger both sharpen and extend. Then, just as quickly, he drew it across his arm, breaking the skin…and yet this strange elf did not bleed. Once the wound was opened, the claw would recede back to how it was before.
Ever more strangely, from the wound emerged an extension of bone. Something akin to a small pick, it was. Snapping this growth off, the wound would then magically seal itself. The elven mage would then take this strange, makeshift tool and use it to free his shoe of the pebble's dreadful curse. Once he'd succeeded, the very pick itself would appear to absorb back into the flesh of his hand.
To him this was simple. An easy series of casts, a few fluxes of aether, problem solved. He'd looked around prior to doing this and the only person nearby was a young woman– everyone else would be too far to notice. Plus, was anyone even paying attention? It's also not as if he doesn't have a license to practice magic.
This bizarre series of things that Hector just did were all made possible by his Vitalis rune; more specifically, the spells Vicissitude and Crystallize. Would the young lady who may or may not have seen this possess the audacity to inquire about precisely why he'd chosen such an elaborate fix for his problem? Or simply move on with her day?
None of these were questions the elf was thinking, however, as he believed that she did not see a thing. Continuing on his way, the young man would open the heavy door of the library and disappear within, the wood closing with an oddly quiet click behind him.
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