There was in fact a pause, a few free seconds left dangling in silence, before Alaric decided that was the end of the conversation. Apparently, Podvrak had become engrossed in his own thoughts or some such; he wouldn't take it too personally. Strange men had their strange quirks and oddities; Von Ra...

Certainly, Podvrak was different to the common folk of Lorien. Magic was not well-loved in Alaric's home country; Essen was by and large the one place mages gathered, and even then they were mostly relegated to its nightlife. Only in the Northern Lodge was it truly accepted, owing to its status as a...

zagreus fc swap???
- the funky red eye can be a mutation or smth but which magic
- the green eye is just he's always had green eyes be silent
- the Urge extends to like most of the hades men, so i will wait until the brainrot is over to see if i still want to change

There wasn't a single person in all of Daravin that Alaric trusted. He would be an imbecile to. It was a land of blood and bureaucracy, a country where he was barely a person. Every place had its tyrants: in Lorien, the Kindred; in Daravin, the Entente. At least back home, he was someone, with a for...

It had been… the next section over… the entire time. Alaric gave Podvrak a listening nod, even as he internally cursed his own narrow-sighted incompetence. Such a simple task to slip up on, and such a simple way to resolve it. No matter. It was better to discover one's own shortcomings in a place li...

Any old peon could pick up a book… The echoing thought made Alaric lightly grind his teeth as he peered through the rows of books. He was not going to tell anyone about this. Defeated by the organization system of a library… yes, this one minor humiliation was going to firmly remain a secret. Thank ...

Alaric was beginning to wonder if this entire endeavour was just a laugh at his expense. Really now. Visiting Schattige Mulde for some esoteric Artificing book? Schattige Mulde, known among certain circles as "Shivering-My-Ass-Off"? Somewhere back in the Northern Lodge, a Lector was surely cackling ...

I am in fact, 18+

Alaric's eyes widened — more like Alaric widened his eyes — at the sight of Salen's trick, so freely used in public. Obviously, it was natural here; even an outsider like him knew magic was more than accepted, even worshipped, in Daravin. Still, he was but a humble Rien man. The sight of magic was s...