The Fabulous Emerald
It's never illogical to be fabulous
Yana-Qari - Guild Library to Guild Dining Hall
Soon enough, Yana-Qari had discerned the first 'chapter' (or, rather, the first chunk of text) of the ancient book. He had made incredible headway, much to the admiration and jealousy of even the greater scholars in the library. Several times they had offered him their help, mainly to try and copy his work or to learn how he does it, but every time they get close to speak to him he simply glares furiously at them, his bloodshot eyes somehow becoming more bloodshot - even glowing with a purple arcane power, and commands them away. The scholars learn quickly that they should stop for fear of death, and all they get is a few snickers from some of the other mages about the library - clearly gone through the same process themselves.
After around an hour of intense translation and research, he stands up and locks the book away in a simple looking iron box - except for a strange ever-changing coloured rune on the lock itself roughly in the shape of a spiral. After a few seconds, the colour settles on a luminous red colour before vanishing completely. What is a simple thief deterrent to him can be, and has been, quite dangerous for the more unsuspecting fool.
He looks up at the sun, out of one of the grand windows, and continues walking towards the dining hall. While he himself did not feel his hunger, he noticed that his body was starting to complain - his limbs were weakening, his mouth was dry, his stomach was rumbling. It had been a while since he last ate, he realized, but did not really care - he was satisfied with what little he ate a day.
As he arrives at the dining hall, he looks around at everyone there - and immediately realizes he did not care for any of them. He didn't even recognize them, or perhaps he didn't remember them, but no matter. He went up to the front and ordered a large pitcher of water and a simple, yet nourishing meal. The meal seemed bland - more like one of the rations giving to adventurers for long trips, but Yana-Qari, Lorekeeper for the Guild, did not mind. He sat back down at one of the corner benches, away from everyone as possible, and starts eating. He eats almost mechanically, as if he couldn't care less about the dry, bland taste, and just cares about feeding his body. As he takes off his face covering and gloves to eat and drink, one of the reasons he could be so grouchy becomes clear - his entire face, neck and hands are covered in horrible burn scars, muscle showing in places, with absolutely no skin whatsoever. He could have had blue skin for anyone could know - there was not a patch of colour to be found. Oddly, however, he doesn't seem fazed by it - surely burns like that would be painful?
He stares down at his food as he eats, making sure to not make eye contact with anyone else in the room.
Soon enough, Yana-Qari had discerned the first 'chapter' (or, rather, the first chunk of text) of the ancient book. He had made incredible headway, much to the admiration and jealousy of even the greater scholars in the library. Several times they had offered him their help, mainly to try and copy his work or to learn how he does it, but every time they get close to speak to him he simply glares furiously at them, his bloodshot eyes somehow becoming more bloodshot - even glowing with a purple arcane power, and commands them away. The scholars learn quickly that they should stop for fear of death, and all they get is a few snickers from some of the other mages about the library - clearly gone through the same process themselves.
After around an hour of intense translation and research, he stands up and locks the book away in a simple looking iron box - except for a strange ever-changing coloured rune on the lock itself roughly in the shape of a spiral. After a few seconds, the colour settles on a luminous red colour before vanishing completely. What is a simple thief deterrent to him can be, and has been, quite dangerous for the more unsuspecting fool.
He looks up at the sun, out of one of the grand windows, and continues walking towards the dining hall. While he himself did not feel his hunger, he noticed that his body was starting to complain - his limbs were weakening, his mouth was dry, his stomach was rumbling. It had been a while since he last ate, he realized, but did not really care - he was satisfied with what little he ate a day.
As he arrives at the dining hall, he looks around at everyone there - and immediately realizes he did not care for any of them. He didn't even recognize them, or perhaps he didn't remember them, but no matter. He went up to the front and ordered a large pitcher of water and a simple, yet nourishing meal. The meal seemed bland - more like one of the rations giving to adventurers for long trips, but Yana-Qari, Lorekeeper for the Guild, did not mind. He sat back down at one of the corner benches, away from everyone as possible, and starts eating. He eats almost mechanically, as if he couldn't care less about the dry, bland taste, and just cares about feeding his body. As he takes off his face covering and gloves to eat and drink, one of the reasons he could be so grouchy becomes clear - his entire face, neck and hands are covered in horrible burn scars, muscle showing in places, with absolutely no skin whatsoever. He could have had blue skin for anyone could know - there was not a patch of colour to be found. Oddly, however, he doesn't seem fazed by it - surely burns like that would be painful?
He stares down at his food as he eats, making sure to not make eye contact with anyone else in the room.
