Morning
Keith wakes up early and gathers breakfast for himself and Charlotte.
Maerath having gone to bed alone, wakes up early als and goes to the house of Iulus, the elven wizard he knows well, who lives in the village south of the Academy, about halfway down the slope.
As he walks into the brisk morning breeze, it seems colder than usual for this time of year, although no snow is being carried on the wind. A few shopkeepers wander about, oblivious to last night's excitement. A small contingent of the town guard are marching quickly from the Academy toward the port; they quickly pass Maerath and seem intent on some business of their own.
At Iulus's house, a lantern is clearly visible through the front drawing room window, so Maerath knocks. Unlike the stereotypical wizard, Iulus's house isn't some odd twisted tower, nor is it a sublime typical elven home, blended into the countryside. His home is a square, brick building, two stories, very clean and whitewashed shutters adorning each window.
The door swings open at your knock, as if you'd been expected. No servant is visible, but Iulus's high, clear voice calls you into his drawing room.
"Come in, come in. So few students this time of year tend to make this a bit tedious for me. How can I help you today?"
After explaining your wishes, Iulus rummages through his desk and produces a scroll. "This sounds like what you are wanting, young one.... I hate to sound mercantile, but I'm afraid I must charge you for it. A teacher has such a limited income. I think 25 gold should cover my expenses.
Sorry about the computer problems; I empathize and understand. Hope it gets fixed soon.
Assuming you pay for the scroll, it's yours to do with as you wish. Scribing it into your spellbook is the standard cost. Alternately, you can just use it as a scroll and have the option to later add it as one of your "free" spell acquisition when you level up.
Sildarin is a bit embarassed by Serbanas's offer and accepts. The blade is a bit heavier than Sildarin expected it to be, yet thinner than his own blade, almost as if it's balanced to slash more than thrust, but it doesn't feel awkward to wield.
Sildarin bows to Serbanas, who returns the gesture, then makes for the library.
Ellie sleeps peacefully through the night. Upon awakening, she goes to the cafeteria for a quick breaking of the fast.
Usually, breakfast at the Academy's cafeteria is mostly cheese, with a smattering of fresh fruit and fresh baked breads. Today's fare is a bit strange. The ratio of foods is all wrong for breakfast time. Almost the entire course is fruit, with very little bread and cheese.
After eating, Ellie wanders out to the grove on the far eastern edge of the plateau. It's a secluded little patch of ground, sheltered from the worst of the winter winds, with a small stream running off the mountain side, a calm pool and surrounded by a ring of trees. The grove is always quiet and peaceful, filled with the tiny sounds of nature, but none of the sounds of man.
An unusual looking old man is standing by the pathway leading to the grove. He's dressed in browns and greens, carrying a gnarled staff twisted as he himself is twisted with age. It appears as if he is praying.
Victor awakens, soaked in sweat, terrible nightmares disturbing his sleep. He gets p, washes himself and tries to compose a tune, but unsuccessfully. After a few frustrating minutes, he turns to his flute and plays a haunting melody.
Kith rises early as well, coercing Turin to get up early and go wit him to the cafeteria. Cheese is hardly available, as is bread, but there is plenty of fruit. Since the library is so close, he eats on the walk over, enjoying the crisp morning.
Arana sleeps peacefully, then spends some time in the morning preparing spells. Breakfast is also fruit and juice, all quite fresh and tasty.
Mailia happens to pass by as Arana is leaving to go look for her. While the halfling is normally happy and smiling, today she seems a bit preoccupied, but brightens up at the mention of giants and runes.
"Oh, I haven't read giant in a long time. The few tracts at the school I've read a hundred times at least."
After studying the text of the book of Xargon for a few moments, Mialia looks baffled. "This looks like dwarven, but it doesn't make any sense at all. It's all gibberish... perhaps if you left the book for me to study for awhile I could make more sense of it?"
OOC: By the way, if we need more money, are there any opportunities to earn a few coins amidst this wintry environment at the Academy. For example, helping perform grunt-level research work for a favorite professor, translate manuscripts, washing dishes even...although I would much more prefer to depend on Academia-type work
Yes, these things are all readily available, you just have to go search them out. If you'd rather gloss over them for an income, you have to make an appropriate craft or profession roll to generate the money. In the busy seasons, it's harder to pick up money at the campus because there are a lot more students around.
