Rystil Arden
First Post
(OOC: Conversation 1--)
"Those crazies?" the thin, absent-minded fellow looks up briefly, "The refuse of Medibaria, they are. They seem to be convinced that the crumbled empire will rise again, despite not a whit of evidence in their favour. Basically, they're a bunch of deluded elitists, and thanks to the spread of magic after the empire's fall, they don't really have anything useful there that everyone doesn't already know, but I have to admit, it's funny to see them trying to be elitist about being destroyed."
(OOC: Conversation 2--)
"The final storehouse of the ancient lore of the once-mighty Medibarian Empire," the plain woman replies in a voice that is just a bit exotic and quite mellifluous, with a slight lilt, making it far more attractive than her looks, her sharp nose sweeping up to point towards Vanitri as she turns to face him and leaves her book for the moment, "They hold arcane secrets within their walls that are far beyond the ken of the wizards of this age..."
"Those crazies?" the thin, absent-minded fellow looks up briefly, "The refuse of Medibaria, they are. They seem to be convinced that the crumbled empire will rise again, despite not a whit of evidence in their favour. Basically, they're a bunch of deluded elitists, and thanks to the spread of magic after the empire's fall, they don't really have anything useful there that everyone doesn't already know, but I have to admit, it's funny to see them trying to be elitist about being destroyed."
(OOC: Conversation 2--)
"The final storehouse of the ancient lore of the once-mighty Medibarian Empire," the plain woman replies in a voice that is just a bit exotic and quite mellifluous, with a slight lilt, making it far more attractive than her looks, her sharp nose sweeping up to point towards Vanitri as she turns to face him and leaves her book for the moment, "They hold arcane secrets within their walls that are far beyond the ken of the wizards of this age..."