(Disclaimer: While these posts are in chronological order, they will not always directly follow the previous one. They may be a direct follow-up or as much as days or even weeks ahead of the last. Just sayin'!)
The Forsaken glanced over all of the tomes before him, a grin on his face. A crooked grin thanks to his constantly offset jaw. When he was shown this collection, he nearly jumped for joy! It was magnificent. Never before had he seen such a collection owned by a private collector. The last he saw of this was in the Church's libraries years before he was Risen. He picked four tomes from the shelf, nodding to Edgar Barlton, the owner of these lovely pieces of parchment stuck together.
"I thank you much for permission to read over such things!" The priest repeated to his new friend and fellow lover of knowledge.
Atius opened the first tome and began reading. From the very first word on he absorbed everything the book had to offer. He was consumed by it, his attentions on nothing but the knowledge the pages poured into his mind. It was euphoric. Reading, seeing, learning. Taking in every last word, every sentence and explanation. As soon as he finished a single page, he read it again. And when he finished, he read it a third time. Always in threes. He must read every page three times.. And every time was better than the last. He always seemed to somehow understand things better in his mind, the explanations and methods making so much more sense the third time around. It gave the Forsaken's mind more time to try and piece together what was written and work it all out in his head.
He spent hours upon hours reading. There was no need for food. No need for rest. He lost himself in the tomes. As soon as he finished the first tome, which was hours later, he immediately picked up the next one he had lined up. These were tomes and books on basic Shadow magic, both Arcane and otherwise. It was everything a Shadow-wielder should know and more! Shadow magic was the corpse's favorite subject to study. Even in life, he was fascinated by it. It consumed him, devoured him, this hunger for knowledge. He could never have enough. And there was plenty of it for him in this.. sacred ground. His claw would graze ever so delicately over the pages as he studied formulas and theories, methods and demonstrations.
It was his own, personal utopia. And he was just beginning..
The Forsaken glanced over all of the tomes before him, a grin on his face. A crooked grin thanks to his constantly offset jaw. When he was shown this collection, he nearly jumped for joy! It was magnificent. Never before had he seen such a collection owned by a private collector. The last he saw of this was in the Church's libraries years before he was Risen. He picked four tomes from the shelf, nodding to Edgar Barlton, the owner of these lovely pieces of parchment stuck together.
"I thank you much for permission to read over such things!" The priest repeated to his new friend and fellow lover of knowledge.
Atius opened the first tome and began reading. From the very first word on he absorbed everything the book had to offer. He was consumed by it, his attentions on nothing but the knowledge the pages poured into his mind. It was euphoric. Reading, seeing, learning. Taking in every last word, every sentence and explanation. As soon as he finished a single page, he read it again. And when he finished, he read it a third time. Always in threes. He must read every page three times.. And every time was better than the last. He always seemed to somehow understand things better in his mind, the explanations and methods making so much more sense the third time around. It gave the Forsaken's mind more time to try and piece together what was written and work it all out in his head.
He spent hours upon hours reading. There was no need for food. No need for rest. He lost himself in the tomes. As soon as he finished the first tome, which was hours later, he immediately picked up the next one he had lined up. These were tomes and books on basic Shadow magic, both Arcane and otherwise. It was everything a Shadow-wielder should know and more! Shadow magic was the corpse's favorite subject to study. Even in life, he was fascinated by it. It consumed him, devoured him, this hunger for knowledge. He could never have enough. And there was plenty of it for him in this.. sacred ground. His claw would graze ever so delicately over the pages as he studied formulas and theories, methods and demonstrations.
It was his own, personal utopia. And he was just beginning..
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Frogspawned: Frogspawned flips a table.
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FROG, STOP FLIPPING TABLES. YOU'RE MAKING A MESS.
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Frogspawned: Frogspawned flips a table.
Frogspawned: (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
FROG, STOP FLIPPING TABLES. YOU'RE MAKING A MESS.
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