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imperial_stage2012-07-03 01:09 am
magus_erebea) wrote in imperial_stage2012-07-03 01:09 am
cannibal biker librarians
Who: Evangeline and Xykon.
What: A quasi-burglary.
When: During Evangeline's world tour, after Xykon's rampage in Rome.
Where: Xykon's Tower
Warnings: Probably... none...?
The problem with looking for rare and precious magical information was that, oh so often, it was not interred in the great libraries or universities or academies of magic where all could learn from it. A great many mages still preferred to remain true to the old ways and selfishly guard every last scrap of unique knowledge for the advantage it conferred. Which meant, of course, that when the public venues of learning had been exhausted Evangeline was forced to begin making potentially awkward house calls. Why yes, four centuries ago your great-grandfather did treat with a certain dark mage of legend, no she hadn't left out any 'greats', he'd studied esoterica for a reason, no that didn't make her a relation what the hell did you take her to mean no she didn't want money, just...
A certain book.
Usually it was easier to steal. Sometimes she did. But she did despite herself sometimes wonder how the fortunes of lines - whether of blood or tradition - she had crossed with many generations ago had turned, and visited in something resembling peace. Usually she found them much diminished. The mages she had bothered to associate with as such in her youth had invariably been both powerful and highly... independent... in their thought. There was a lot of room to fall there, and a lot of time in which to do it. Most saw her as no more than a vagabond asking after valuable family heirlooms. Some few realized what or even who she was, and with these things became interesting, in one fashion or another. And of those there were some that in fact remembered the old debts between them. If not always happily.
Some, of course, were not there to find. The line had ended or disappeared or abandoned its past so thoroughly she would not have anything to do with them. Or, as the case might have it, been destroyed some upstart lich just a scant few years before she had need of them.
Which meant, if nothing else, that she had to not only disable all the wards herself, but search for the damn book. Such private collections could gather incredible amounts of dust, it was true, and might appear to their inheritors truly timeless, but over enough centuries things got moved around.
What: A quasi-burglary.
When: During Evangeline's world tour, after Xykon's rampage in Rome.
Where: Xykon's Tower
Warnings: Probably... none...?
The problem with looking for rare and precious magical information was that, oh so often, it was not interred in the great libraries or universities or academies of magic where all could learn from it. A great many mages still preferred to remain true to the old ways and selfishly guard every last scrap of unique knowledge for the advantage it conferred. Which meant, of course, that when the public venues of learning had been exhausted Evangeline was forced to begin making potentially awkward house calls. Why yes, four centuries ago your great-grandfather did treat with a certain dark mage of legend, no she hadn't left out any 'greats', he'd studied esoterica for a reason, no that didn't make her a relation what the hell did you take her to mean no she didn't want money, just...
A certain book.
Usually it was easier to steal. Sometimes she did. But she did despite herself sometimes wonder how the fortunes of lines - whether of blood or tradition - she had crossed with many generations ago had turned, and visited in something resembling peace. Usually she found them much diminished. The mages she had bothered to associate with as such in her youth had invariably been both powerful and highly... independent... in their thought. There was a lot of room to fall there, and a lot of time in which to do it. Most saw her as no more than a vagabond asking after valuable family heirlooms. Some few realized what or even who she was, and with these things became interesting, in one fashion or another. And of those there were some that in fact remembered the old debts between them. If not always happily.
Some, of course, were not there to find. The line had ended or disappeared or abandoned its past so thoroughly she would not have anything to do with them. Or, as the case might have it, been destroyed some upstart lich just a scant few years before she had need of them.
Which meant, if nothing else, that she had to not only disable all the wards herself, but search for the damn book. Such private collections could gather incredible amounts of dust, it was true, and might appear to their inheritors truly timeless, but over enough centuries things got moved around.
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She takes a clear glass marble out of... her cloak? And presses it against the surface of the sphere. By all appearance it fails to interact in any way.
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"If you get wrecked by us and forced to flee, on the other hand, it qualifies as 'overestimating yourself massively'. If you flee by choice, it's 'being smart'."