Vhalar 45, Arc 720
On the 45th of Vhalar, Devin Thorn, thief conman, extraordinaire and priest of Delroth, did what he always did when he was frustrated – he performed acrobatic moves. Since he had learned that not warming up could lead to all kinds of unpleasant injuries, he had actually done that, with quite a murderous look on his face, before he had placed a couple of mats on the floor of his big and fairly luxurious living room. There, he performed one forward roll after the other one, until he reached the edge of his makeshift training area – at which point he performed another series of rolls in the opposite direction.
After he had done that for a little while, he started to feel kind of dizzy and had to sit down – which had been his goal. When he was dizzy – and exhausted – it was harder for him to think about other things. This time, it didn’t work quite as well as it usually did though. He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Kalortah. Kalortah had been the reason why he had joined the council, and now he was gone. His rival was gone, and there was nobody else that was worthy of his hatred in the entire government of Scalvoris.
And besides, he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do on the council most of the time. Some people admired you because you were on the council, but some also hated you because you were on the council (which was something that he wasn’t terribly fond of), and while you theoretically had a lot of power, there were obstacles every step of the way if you actually wanted to change something, and there were so many votes and so many dull discussions. His work as a doctor was very different in that regard.
He didn’t have to put up with pointless discussions that bored him almost to death (or tears, or both, sometimes he was actually so bored that he felt like crying and dying!). If a patient was sick, he could just stick a needle into them. He could even extract teeth and perform amputations and other exciting surgeries – without dealing with a ton of frustrating paperwork and asking all of the other doctors in Scalvoris to vote on it beforehand.
And if there was a medical problem that he didn’t want to deal with or that he couldn’t deal with, he could just refer his patient to a colleague. He couldn’t tell someone to go bother the Councilor of Natural Affairs instead though because he was not responsible for educational matters. Politics, he had come to realize, were really just a bunch of frustrating, pointless nonsense, and required a certain amount of masochism which was something that he definitely didn’t have.
He glanced at his makeshift training area again, and then he abruptly rose to his feet and swiftly performed another forward roll, just because he could, and finally marched into his study without further ado in order to sit down at his desk and start to work on a letter. He was done with the council. It had actually stopped being fun the moment Kalortah had died. He could make more of a difference (and become more famous!) as a doctor. And he could stare at mutants – a lot of them – and study them. The council didn’t have any of those!
It just had that weird floating guy …
On the 45th of Vhalar, Devin Thorn, thief conman, extraordinaire and priest of Delroth, did what he always did when he was frustrated – he performed acrobatic moves. Since he had learned that not warming up could lead to all kinds of unpleasant injuries, he had actually done that, with quite a murderous look on his face, before he had placed a couple of mats on the floor of his big and fairly luxurious living room. There, he performed one forward roll after the other one, until he reached the edge of his makeshift training area – at which point he performed another series of rolls in the opposite direction.
After he had done that for a little while, he started to feel kind of dizzy and had to sit down – which had been his goal. When he was dizzy – and exhausted – it was harder for him to think about other things. This time, it didn’t work quite as well as it usually did though. He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Kalortah. Kalortah had been the reason why he had joined the council, and now he was gone. His rival was gone, and there was nobody else that was worthy of his hatred in the entire government of Scalvoris.
And besides, he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do on the council most of the time. Some people admired you because you were on the council, but some also hated you because you were on the council (which was something that he wasn’t terribly fond of), and while you theoretically had a lot of power, there were obstacles every step of the way if you actually wanted to change something, and there were so many votes and so many dull discussions. His work as a doctor was very different in that regard.
He didn’t have to put up with pointless discussions that bored him almost to death (or tears, or both, sometimes he was actually so bored that he felt like crying and dying!). If a patient was sick, he could just stick a needle into them. He could even extract teeth and perform amputations and other exciting surgeries – without dealing with a ton of frustrating paperwork and asking all of the other doctors in Scalvoris to vote on it beforehand.
And if there was a medical problem that he didn’t want to deal with or that he couldn’t deal with, he could just refer his patient to a colleague. He couldn’t tell someone to go bother the Councilor of Natural Affairs instead though because he was not responsible for educational matters. Politics, he had come to realize, were really just a bunch of frustrating, pointless nonsense, and required a certain amount of masochism which was something that he definitely didn’t have.
He glanced at his makeshift training area again, and then he abruptly rose to his feet and swiftly performed another forward roll, just because he could, and finally marched into his study without further ado in order to sit down at his desk and start to work on a letter. He was done with the council. It had actually stopped being fun the moment Kalortah had died. He could make more of a difference (and become more famous!) as a doctor. And he could stare at mutants – a lot of them – and study them. The council didn’t have any of those!
It just had that weird floating guy …
