"A candle begins to glow", Daril Vermark

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"A candle begins to glow", Daril Vermark

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[originally posted in another forum topic, but better placed here]


Daril was tired. Exhausted really. Not in a way familiar to her growing up in Olostin’s Hold down the road from Everlund. Those were the days of weariness from the never ending work on a farm and carrying a blade at her side for safety. “Funny, “she thought, “here they call a walking stick a quarterstaff and hold them more dramatically than the actors at the Bard’s school, not at all like the utility tool it is.” She knew how to swing hers with the force of a northern greatsword. “Life on the frontier” she thought shaking her head, hoping to clear her thoughts.

This exhaustion was different. Her head ached. It throbbed from lack of sleep and forced concentration. She sat alone in the corner of the library. Occasionally a robed student would pass nodding.

“What were you thinking?” she asked herself, “taking classes and working like a dog.” She held three jobs to afford tuition. One day, perhaps, she’d only work two. That was if the Lady’s College really had rooms for students. It seemed that the dorm was fully occupied despite the low attendance. And a private room was something she couldn’t begin to think of affording. Anyways they were all taken by others busy advancing through their levels. She has found an empty guest room and taken it over, telling the other students to stay out. She was used to poverty. The difference here was that here in the city there were many who were used to so much more and for whom poverty was deigned upon.

Her head throbbed some more as the candle approached its end. She could cast light, but right now the effort and pain behind her eyes was not worth it.

Lighting another candle she picked up her spell book again. Its’ first pages were becoming well thumbed and dog eared. “Let’s see,” she mumbled to herself. “Chapter Three, Divination.” She read the arcane scripts. Master Clarvue was not pleased with her. He’d looked down his long nose dismissively at her when she’d made up an answer when she stumbled out of the classroom. Even calling her 'child'.

“Darn it!” she exclaimed out loud breaking the silence of the library. Master Oakenroot glanced her way. “Twice I cast ‘Identify’ on the arcane mark on the class floor and … nothing.”

This head ache and exhaustion was preventing her from seeing the answer to the problem. “I guess all the tests won’t be as easy as the first two she’d taken.” She’d told Registrar Serapheena that she would take all the classes for general wizardry. Like a country vet familiar with all animals she wouldn’t be a specialist and decline to learn a field of study in order to excel in another. Perhaps she should have decided to be a specialist and pass on Divination. “No, no,” she quickly countered herself, “that would make me a Necromancer.” It seemed whenever she was on the second floor, Mistress of Necromancy Ostella would follow her with an unwavering lifeless gaze. She dreaded the day she would enter her class.

She’d passed the first test from the nicest teacher Mistress Melindia with ease. And the Conjurer’s test caused her to laugh, her head ache lifting momentarily. She had cast Hangon, her familiar, into the cage, but the rabbit wasn’t heavy enough to weight the portal’s trigger. A quick summons later, her grey wolf solved the puzzle, its’ weight bearing down to engage the cage’s trigger properly.

“And that human male University student,” she laughed to herself. He’d asked if she had trouble with Conjuration. Not the slightest, her thoughts continued, for a rural girl.

Yes, a quick visit to Mielikki’s Glade might restore her mind. She’d join the Lady Servant Thathshandra Tyrar for a barefoot walk in the glade and maybe a quick nap then get back to her three jobs and her study.
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Re: "A candle begins to glow", Daril Vermark

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[[attention DMs, request for items]]

At the Map House a young lady steps forward. Handing over two paid invoices to the Sage Esklindrar she asks, "May I present these to you here instead of at the Vault of Sages?"

Keeping her eyes raised to his Daril continues, "I would like the book, "A History of Silverymoon" and a map I've heard of called "The Eastern Caravan Routes."

Moving to a chair near the fire examines the items on the table and says, "If you're not too busy Sage Esklindrar perhaps you could tell me of them. This hall seems a comfortable place to hear a long story."

She sits wearily on a hard chair, avoiding the comfortably padded ones. In her weariness, she struggles to keep her eyelids from dropping as she listens.
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