Fifteen minutes earlier, a crazed and delusional half-clothed Professor Lester (well no he was fully clothed just missing his hat which, as any true summoner knows, is practically going naked) had run down the halls screaming about an emergency meeting in the main dining area.
When everyone has gathered, they will be privy to a tale of epic adventure. Klarth stands in front of the group and begins to pace.
"The hour is late. Three past midnight. Having gone without food or sleep for the past 54 hours, the great professor wonders if perhaps, he was overexerting himself. How could a single man alone hope to conquer a disease that had felled hundreds? How could a single man alone dare to snatch at the workings of the universe it self and bend them to his will?"
A thrusting forth of the palm.
"But lo! Never should he have doubted himself so! Ladies and gentlemen... I present to you, the finest work of the famous scholar, Professor Klarth F. Lester!"
An absurdly large book is thrown to the ground.
"The incantation to cure the plague, all one hundred sixty eight thousand words of it in basic Dagarian, rune-script, and just for good measure, the language of the Summon Spirits."
"Haha! Whoops. I forgot to bring it up, we actually don't have our own language. I made up all of those symbols off the top of my head."
"............"
Klarth inhales. "Now, there are still quite a few problems yet to be resolved, but I do believe this is a groundbreaking first step. Ms. Vantari, Korra, Dr. Zaberisk... How does your work progress?"
MAIN DISCUSSION
When everyone has gathered, they will be privy to a tale of epic adventure. Klarth stands in front of the group and begins to pace.
"The hour is late. Three past midnight. Having gone without food or sleep for the past 54 hours, the great professor wonders if perhaps, he was overexerting himself. How could a single man alone hope to conquer a disease that had felled hundreds? How could a single man alone dare to snatch at the workings of the universe it self and bend them to his will?"
A thrusting forth of the palm.
"But lo! Never should he have doubted himself so! Ladies and gentlemen... I present to you, the finest work of the famous scholar, Professor Klarth F. Lester!"
An absurdly large book is thrown to the ground.
"The incantation to cure the plague, all one hundred sixty eight thousand words of it in basic Dagarian, rune-script, and just for good measure, the language of the Summon Spirits."
"Haha! Whoops. I forgot to bring it up, we actually don't have our own language. I made up all of those symbols off the top of my head."
"............"
Klarth inhales. "Now, there are still quite a few problems yet to be resolved, but I do believe this is a groundbreaking first step. Ms. Vantari, Korra, Dr. Zaberisk... How does your work progress?"