Day 1, Spring of 505 AV 30 Chimes after the 9th Bell University of Zeltiva Administrative Office It was after about twenty chimes did Eridanus find the offices in this sprawling complex, for the University was Zeltiva's pride and glory, being the prime educational institution in possibly the whole of Mizahar. In the campus was a collection of some of the continent's brightest minds who were also passionate about teaching and imparting their knowledge, and it was where one could find other like-minded folks should one be interested in more esoteric subjects. He was glad he came here, for unlike Sahova or other more conservative societies, knowledge was highly priced and closely guarded, but here it was shared freely (figurative speaking of course, for teachers still require an income to feed themselves) and one could learn about magic here without getting tied and burned to a stake, as well as to gain more knowledge to make the vast and strange world around them seem less mysterious. Even if it was by a little. The main reason behind his enrolment in probably the most prestigious place of learning in the whole of Mizahar was his desire to learn and master the esteemed art of Magecrafting. Sure, he had other interests that he wanted to look into while here, but while he would be taking them as minors or as a hobby, the main course he wanted to study was magecrafting, and hopefully be allowed hands-on as an apprentice with the skilled magecrafters already here. It was a difficult art to learn by oneself, and the costs and knowledge required proved to be highly prohibitive to the loner. It was thus with a great determination that Eri wished to impress upon the professor to give him this chance to prove himself, even though he had no magecrafting knowledge at all. The Vantha stopped at the reception, frowning at the piece of parchment that the receptionist earlier at the main foyer passed to him, and he tapped the counter to get the staff's attention. "If you don't mind, I have an appointment with Professor Stonemiller? How should I proceed?" Given a set of directions down the maze-like corridors that led to offices of the many teaching and research staff in the facility, he carefully strode down the corridors, finally stopping before a wooden door with the words "Professor Stonemiller" carefully painted in the top middle of the door. Below it, though Eri was not sure if the professor meant it as an insider joke or if someone else did it to the unwitting teacher, were three small glyphs painted in a subtle colour that was a slightly darker shade than the door, like it was not meant to draw attention. He frowned, looking at it as he tried to recall what little he knew, and he looked around casually to make sure he was in nobody's line of sight. When he was sure of this, he tapped into the djed streams within him, and drew up a bit of energy to his eyes as he stared at the tiny aura that the glyphs themselves were emanating so that he could glean any bit of information that might help him to solve this little mystery. He squinted at the glyphs - though now glowing to him due to the use of his magical sight - and scratched his chin thoughtfully as he thought about the various combinations of sigils and what not. After a while, it was like something struck in him and he realized that looking for a meaning in common was not the way to go. His morale was deflated somewhat, for he was no linguist. As he stared at the glyphs, a bit of information he deciphered from the its aura reminded him of something. He racked his brains for whatever he knew, and he found similarities in what little he knew of the ancient language, or Nader-Canoch, as the scholars preferred to refer it as. It was fortunate then, when he thought in this train of thought that he easily found the meaning of the glyphs. He chuckled, for these words were one of the very first few words one would learn if one ever picked up Nader-Canoch, and thus there was no difficulty in understanding its meaning. Eri closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the strain his his head disappear as he shut down the flow of djed, the aura around the glyphs disappearing. The professor or whoever painted it there did indeed have a sense of humour, for the three glyphs simply said three words in Nader-Canoch, and was probably useless (as far as the beginner knew) if one intended to utilize for magical purposes, instead the only purpose there was just to portray these three words to anyone in the know: "The Magic Man." Eri raised up a hand to knock, but before he could do so a voice from inside boomed out, "You've been standing out there for quite a while already, why not come in and have a seat? I believe we're scheduled to have a little talk." |