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<blockquote data-quote="DiFier" data-source="post: 909256" data-attributes="member: 2345">Di'Fier sat at a desk in his grandfather's office in the guild tower.&nbsp;&nbsp; He flipped a page of the book and began meticulously copying the words in it.&nbsp;&nbsp; He had been copying the book for 2 weeks now four hours a day.&nbsp; His handwriting was now wizard precise and the copy he was making looked like a newer version of the book.&nbsp; Di'Fier was tired of this book.&nbsp; He knew it front to back and while he couldn't cast any of the spells in it he knew most of them by heart.&nbsp; His Grandfather opened the door and entered his office.&nbsp; &quot;Good afternoon, Di'Fier.&nbsp; You may stop for the day now.&quot;&nbsp; Di'Fier set down the quill and inserted the page marking ribbons before he closed the books.&nbsp; He handed them to his grandfather who muttered a magic command and then set the books onto a beautifully carved wooden bookshelf with glass doors.&nbsp; He locked the doors and again locked them with magic.&nbsp; Di'Fier cleaned the quill and capped the ink well.&nbsp; He set them in the black leather case with a red silk lining.&nbsp; He closed the case and wound the red silk cord around the two brass buttons fastening it shut.&nbsp; He set the kit in the lower drawer of the small, dark stained, wooden desk.&nbsp; He lifted the writing surface/front door and set into place, closing the desk.&nbsp; &quot;What did you learn today, Di'Fier?&quot; &quot;I learned not to take books from the guild library.&quot;His grandfather laughed.&nbsp; &quot;No. That lesson you should have learned by the end of the first day.&quot;“ . . . I learned I don't like books.&quot;&quot;I hope you are exagerating.&nbsp; Books are very useful and knowing one as well as you do this one is never a bad thing.&nbsp; What are the material spell components for Arichabald's Burst?&quot;&quot;A pinch of coal dust and a drop of casmar oil.&quot;&quot;How about force blast?&quot;&quot;Force blast doesn't have material components.&quot;&quot;See, You haven't just been doing busy work . . .But you deserve a day off.&nbsp; I'll tell your mother not to send you in tommorow.&nbsp; Go out and play.&nbsp; It is susposed to be a really nice day.&nbsp; but come in the day after that prepared to learn.&nbsp; I have assigned you to Remir you will help with the library.&nbsp; He has a reshelving wand that should be fun to use.&quot;&nbsp; Di'Fier smiled, then looked at his grandfather can I see Anarásolis.&nbsp; His grandfather smiled and held out his hand, the sword shimmering as it appeared in his grasp.&quot;would you like to hold him?&quot; Di'Fier just nodded.&nbsp; Volund set the sword down on Di'Fier's outstreached hands.&nbsp; It was extremelly light.&nbsp; &quot;Hello&quot; said the sword in Di'Fier's mind.&nbsp; &quot;Hi&quot; said Difier.&nbsp; He smiled and handed to sword back to his grandfather.&nbsp; &quot;I have a sword, it is bigger and much heavier than Anarásolis.&nbsp; My father says I can have it when I'm bigger.&quot;&nbsp; His Grandfather smiled and the sword vanished from his hand.&nbsp; &quot;Ah boys and their swords.&nbsp; When I was your age I made wooden swords and my friends and I would have wars in the streets.&quot;&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; &quot;I'll see you in two days then.&quot;&nbsp; He opened the door to his office.&quot;good night Grandfather&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Good night Di'Fier&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="DiFier, post: 909256, member: 2345"] Di'Fier sat at a desk in his grandfather's office in the guild tower. He flipped a page of the book and began meticulously copying the words in it. He had been copying the book for 2 weeks now four hours a day. His handwriting was now wizard precise and the copy he was making looked like a newer version of the book. Di'Fier was tired of this book. He knew it front to back and while he couldn't cast any of the spells in it he knew most of them by heart. His Grandfather opened the door and entered his office. "Good afternoon, Di'Fier. You may stop for the day now." Di'Fier set down the quill and inserted the page marking ribbons before he closed the books. He handed them to his grandfather who muttered a magic command and then set the books onto a beautifully carved wooden bookshelf with glass doors. He locked the doors and again locked them with magic. Di'Fier cleaned the quill and capped the ink well. He set them in the black leather case with a red silk lining. He closed the case and wound the red silk cord around the two brass buttons fastening it shut. He set the kit in the lower drawer of the small, dark stained, wooden desk. He lifted the writing surface/front door and set into place, closing the desk. "What did you learn today, Di'Fier?" "I learned not to take books from the guild library." His grandfather laughed. "No. That lesson you should have learned by the end of the first day." “ . . . I learned I don't like books." "I hope you are exagerating. Books are very useful and knowing one as well as you do this one is never a bad thing. What are the material spell components for Arichabald's Burst?" "A pinch of coal dust and a drop of casmar oil." "How about force blast?" "Force blast doesn't have material components." "See, You haven't just been doing busy work . . .But you deserve a day off. I'll tell your mother not to send you in tommorow. Go out and play. It is susposed to be a really nice day. but come in the day after that prepared to learn. I have assigned you to Remir you will help with the library. He has a reshelving wand that should be fun to use." Di'Fier smiled, then looked at his grandfather can I see Anarásolis. His grandfather smiled and held out his hand, the sword shimmering as it appeared in his grasp. "would you like to hold him?" Di'Fier just nodded. Volund set the sword down on Di'Fier's outstreached hands. It was extremelly light. "Hello" said the sword in Di'Fier's mind. "Hi" said Difier. He smiled and handed to sword back to his grandfather. "I have a sword, it is bigger and much heavier than Anarásolis. My father says I can have it when I'm bigger." His Grandfather smiled and the sword vanished from his hand. "Ah boys and their swords. When I was your age I made wooden swords and my friends and I would have wars in the streets." He smiled. "I'll see you in two days then." He opened the door to his office. "good night Grandfather" "Good night Di'Fier" [/QUOTE]

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