Bears, it's always bears. Currently Jowan was doing his best to keep a group of them away from small, orphaned children-- no joke. As one of them grew nearer the mage would fire a bolt of arcane magic towards the antagonizing animal to force them back. But the creatures were growing bolder with each attack.
Suddenly he was starting to rethink some of his life choices here.
As another bear drew closer, he launched a wave of lightening towards the animal, prompting one of the others to move on in. Help?
The Library's warmer than the tavern anyway....
Jowan knows when he isn't wanted somewhere. The tavern, though it looks inviting, was still a tavern and crawling with drunks and other troublemakers, no place for a mage. Even less so a mage with his...talents. Knowing and using blood magic doesn't really win someone many friends, after all.
Thus, cold, wet and tired he took to the one place that brought him some form familiarity; the library. It was decently warm at least, and quiet. Smiling as he noticed what looked like some fine wine and a comfortable chair and table.
Would you like to come and join him? He could probably use the company.
Jow-- I think everyone knows who he is
Bears, it's always bears. Currently Jowan was doing his best to keep a group of them away from small, orphaned children-- no joke. As one of them grew nearer the mage would fire a bolt of arcane magic towards the antagonizing animal to force them back. But the creatures were growing bolder with each attack.
Suddenly he was starting to rethink some of his life choices here.
As another bear drew closer, he launched a wave of lightening towards the animal, prompting one of the others to move on in. Help?
The Library's warmer than the tavern anyway....
Jowan knows when he isn't wanted somewhere. The tavern, though it looks inviting, was still a tavern and crawling with drunks and other troublemakers, no place for a mage. Even less so a mage with his...talents. Knowing and using blood magic doesn't really win someone many friends, after all.
Thus, cold, wet and tired he took to the one place that brought him some form familiarity; the library. It was decently warm at least, and quiet. Smiling as he noticed what looked like some fine wine and a comfortable chair and table.
Would you like to come and join him? He could probably use the company.