As a mage--as an active research mage--of the Inquisition, it's somewhere in Myrobalan's contract that he's got to generate interesting somethings for other people to get into. Or haplessly watch. Or run very far away from--pick one, depending on how you feel about mages and the nonsense they can get up to.
Today's liable to be a little more interesting than most, as the blind elf's finally set aside time from everything else he's doing to test a hunch on glyph interactions. Right now it's just him and a loosely man-shaped sack of rags and sawdust out at the farthest corner of the empty training grounds. (Midafternoon, right before dinner: Good time for testing these things as everyone clears out for the mess hall.) The bright, sharp lines of an energized glyph mark the ground beneath the target, and Myr's in the process of casting another, teasing glowing threads from the Fade with each precise gesture of hand and staff. Slower than most mages would go about it, but then, he's not like most mages.
He isn't so preoccupied with spellwork as not to notice he's been walked up on; he keeps an ear out for interruptions when he's doing something suspicious now, thanks to the Inquisition's collective habit of walking up on a blind man unannounced. "You'll want to stay back over there," he says, pleasantly enough. "This is going to get exciting in a moment."
I - hey kid you like explosions?
Today's liable to be a little more interesting than most, as the blind elf's finally set aside time from everything else he's doing to test a hunch on glyph interactions. Right now it's just him and a loosely man-shaped sack of rags and sawdust out at the farthest corner of the empty training grounds. (Midafternoon, right before dinner: Good time for testing these things as everyone clears out for the mess hall.) The bright, sharp lines of an energized glyph mark the ground beneath the target, and Myr's in the process of casting another, teasing glowing threads from the Fade with each precise gesture of hand and staff. Slower than most mages would go about it, but then, he's not like most mages.
He isn't so preoccupied with spellwork as not to notice he's been walked up on; he keeps an ear out for interruptions when he's doing something suspicious now, thanks to the Inquisition's collective habit of walking up on a blind man unannounced. "You'll want to stay back over there," he says, pleasantly enough. "This is going to get exciting in a moment."