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Message: <blockquote data-quote="s@squ@tch" data-source="post: 3369001" data-attributes="member: 42885">Deric lulls himself to sleep, dreaming of swirling planes of alternating fire and ice, then air and earth.  One day, he has always told himself, he will travel to the elemental planes of the four elements and truly experience it is to be one with pure energies.He wakes soon after, as he doesn't require much sleep, and then gets up and gathers his spell book to him.  Sitting down on the luxuriously appointed bed, he gives a quick mental thanks to Melena for putting him in this room, and also running down those silk bedsheets and pillowcases in the market yesterday for him.  He sits back, cracks open his spell book and quickly thumbs through it, deciding which incantations might prove most useful today.  Once he has made a mental note of which ones pique his interest, he begins the mental task of making his preparations for the day - as usual, he meditates for a short period of time, until his mind achieves a stillness that signifies that it is ready to begin.  As he is finishing up his last memorization, he begins to get interrupted by a repeated "THOCK" coming from outside the house.  Upon getting up and putting his spellbook back in his pack, he opens the blinds and he sees Vylela pumping a sack of flour full of bolts."Something strange with that one," Deric mutters to himself.He then gets dressed and heads downstairs for something to eat.  Not seeing anyone in the kitchen, he gathers a few eggs from the basket on the counter, cracks them open, puts them in an earthware pot with some butter, chopped onion and shredded cheese, and places it in the hearth for a short bit.  A short time later, he is rewarded with a delicious aroma and a wonderful start to the day.  Afterwards, Deric will spend the afternoon searching the town for shops, librarys, and/or guilds devoted to arcana.</blockquote>

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