09-07-2011, 05:17 PM
"Consortio? No no no, not partnership, together! Simula, followed by maybe. Um. Oh yes, Nossto, double slash on the vertical. Wait no, oh blast it all..."
The Professor of Ancient Runes was up late at night, his sleep deprived by a hankering, annoying factoid that was riddling his mind. Instead of going home, he'd decided to stay in his office and work into the wee hours, a usual habit of his. He'd seen an old drawing of Wortsnarl's Last Stand, an ancient battle between goblins and wizards hundreds of years ago. The goblins had been entrenched, and in a desperate effort carved a series of runes upon a giant shield (giant for a goblin). Nigel forgot the rest of the story, but frankly didn't care either. It was those runes he wanted to remember, but what in God's name were they?
Nigel was on his way to the library, shuffling along the third floor corridor. As a professor, he was of course allowed to be out and about at night... unlike the students. Despite his ramblings to himself, Nigel was still able to make out something peculiar. More talking, talking that wasn't his. Now, in a magical castle, Nigel knew that could be very well anything; a portrait, multiple portraits, ghosts, or students. Students!?!
Nigel kept quiet. The noise had come from either the trophy room or the armour gallery. Slowing drawing his wand and flipping it into his unusually grip, Nigel gave it a flick towards the door, casting a nonverbal Patefacio (Door Opening Charm) in hopes of catching whatever it was inside by surprise!
The Professor of Ancient Runes was up late at night, his sleep deprived by a hankering, annoying factoid that was riddling his mind. Instead of going home, he'd decided to stay in his office and work into the wee hours, a usual habit of his. He'd seen an old drawing of Wortsnarl's Last Stand, an ancient battle between goblins and wizards hundreds of years ago. The goblins had been entrenched, and in a desperate effort carved a series of runes upon a giant shield (giant for a goblin). Nigel forgot the rest of the story, but frankly didn't care either. It was those runes he wanted to remember, but what in God's name were they?
Nigel was on his way to the library, shuffling along the third floor corridor. As a professor, he was of course allowed to be out and about at night... unlike the students. Despite his ramblings to himself, Nigel was still able to make out something peculiar. More talking, talking that wasn't his. Now, in a magical castle, Nigel knew that could be very well anything; a portrait, multiple portraits, ghosts, or students. Students!?!
Nigel kept quiet. The noise had come from either the trophy room or the armour gallery. Slowing drawing his wand and flipping it into his unusually grip, Nigel gave it a flick towards the door, casting a nonverbal Patefacio (Door Opening Charm) in hopes of catching whatever it was inside by surprise!
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