Ashan 102, Arc 720
No matter where in Idalos you were, the Mortalborn decided as he walked through the door and took a look around, classrooms had a tendency to resemble each other. Scalvoris Town where he would be holding a couple of guest lectures was as different from Viden as a city could possibly be, but the room that he was in now could have been located in the Academy of Viden, nevertheless. Only the students were slightly different. There were fewer Eidisi and Ellune, and more humans, and the students here didn’t seem to be as disciplined as the ones that he usually taught. They looked at him, their eyes wide with curiosity.
He paid them no heed for the time being, but walked up to the desk that was located in front of the large blackboard and deposited the bag that he carried there before he took off his elegant dark wool coat and draped it across the back of what was apparently his chair. Having done that, he finally turned to face the young people that were gathered in the classroom that trial and that were still staring at him – and whispering on top of it.
He briefly wondered what they were thinking and what they were talking about at the moment. Did they know what he had done approximately four arcs prior, on the frozen plains of Oscillus? Were they aware of what had quickly become one of his biggest regrets? No, that couldn’t be. Few people had seen him back then. Maybe they were aware of the fact that he was not only an alchemist, but also a competent mage and quite possibly the most skilled swordsman in this part of the world though? Were they commenting on the fact that he didn’t look like the rest of the professors that taught at this institution?
He had never been a bookish academic that avoided physical activity; even after he had become a professor, he’d kept in excellent shape.
In the end, he decided that it didn’t matter what they thought of him and what they knew or didn’t know about him, as long as they paid attention to what he was going to teach them and kept an open mind. With that thought in mind, he finally raised his voice and began to speak in a loud, clear and firm tone so that even the students at the very back of the room would have no problem understanding him, “Good trial, ladies and gentlemen. My name is, as you probably already know, Doran Thetys. The Chancellor has asked me to hold a series of guest lectures at your university. I specialize in Blood Magic – I am in fact working on a thesis and developing a new field of Blood Magic right now. This is what I will be talking about to you during the next couple of trials, among other things.”
Having said that, he paused for a few moments so that they could think about what they had just heard.
“Now then”, he continued and let his gaze drift across the young people that were gathered in front of him once more. “Does anybody here know what Blood Magic is? Has anybody of you already had something to do with Blood Magic before – or perhaps even handled an item that was made with Blood Magic?” he wanted to know. There would be no point in teaching them something that they already knew, after all.
No matter where in Idalos you were, the Mortalborn decided as he walked through the door and took a look around, classrooms had a tendency to resemble each other. Scalvoris Town where he would be holding a couple of guest lectures was as different from Viden as a city could possibly be, but the room that he was in now could have been located in the Academy of Viden, nevertheless. Only the students were slightly different. There were fewer Eidisi and Ellune, and more humans, and the students here didn’t seem to be as disciplined as the ones that he usually taught. They looked at him, their eyes wide with curiosity.
He paid them no heed for the time being, but walked up to the desk that was located in front of the large blackboard and deposited the bag that he carried there before he took off his elegant dark wool coat and draped it across the back of what was apparently his chair. Having done that, he finally turned to face the young people that were gathered in the classroom that trial and that were still staring at him – and whispering on top of it.
He briefly wondered what they were thinking and what they were talking about at the moment. Did they know what he had done approximately four arcs prior, on the frozen plains of Oscillus? Were they aware of what had quickly become one of his biggest regrets? No, that couldn’t be. Few people had seen him back then. Maybe they were aware of the fact that he was not only an alchemist, but also a competent mage and quite possibly the most skilled swordsman in this part of the world though? Were they commenting on the fact that he didn’t look like the rest of the professors that taught at this institution?
He had never been a bookish academic that avoided physical activity; even after he had become a professor, he’d kept in excellent shape.
In the end, he decided that it didn’t matter what they thought of him and what they knew or didn’t know about him, as long as they paid attention to what he was going to teach them and kept an open mind. With that thought in mind, he finally raised his voice and began to speak in a loud, clear and firm tone so that even the students at the very back of the room would have no problem understanding him, “Good trial, ladies and gentlemen. My name is, as you probably already know, Doran Thetys. The Chancellor has asked me to hold a series of guest lectures at your university. I specialize in Blood Magic – I am in fact working on a thesis and developing a new field of Blood Magic right now. This is what I will be talking about to you during the next couple of trials, among other things.”
Having said that, he paused for a few moments so that they could think about what they had just heard.
“Now then”, he continued and let his gaze drift across the young people that were gathered in front of him once more. “Does anybody here know what Blood Magic is? Has anybody of you already had something to do with Blood Magic before – or perhaps even handled an item that was made with Blood Magic?” he wanted to know. There would be no point in teaching them something that they already knew, after all.
