DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
- Location
- within 2 hours of the White House
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Oh, yes please. Give us the chance to demonstrate all our nonsense up front!Rorkak Hunkisson hadn't actually read the scroll he'd given to the zhufokruli, although he understood the general contents of it. The Loremaster had an obligation to the human equivalent of a Guild for zhufokral, the Colleges of Magic, to lecture on how to use human magic to best disrupt the magic of the grobzhufi. A respectable task, at least as far as matters involving magic were concerned. Unfortunately, with the Red Fang refusing to relent in their siege of the West Gate, Thane Weber couldn't be spared from manning the Sword of Gazul as a contingency against the West Gate being breached. So, after discussing the matter with King Belegar, Rorkak and his crew had been sent with a handwritten letter from the Loremaster to explain the situation, and work out a way to balance her conflicting obligations.
More than once on the flight over, Rorkak tried and failed to imagine the umgi with the bright orange mohawk traditional of Slayers.
Thankfully, the zhufokruli who seemed to be in charge of the College that the Loremaster herself was tied to seemed a reasonable sort. He'd taken the time to read over the letter, which was rather extensive, then folded it shut and looked out toward the nearby animal cage in thought. Rorkak, despite being more impulsive than the average dwarf (as was typical among gyrocopter pilots,) was still dwarf enough at heart that he could wait for the manling to process the weight of the Loremaster's dilemma. Hopefully-
"Yours was the only gyrocopter to come on this trip, right?"
Rorkak blinked, momentarily baffled at the question, but he simply nodded. Why would he expect more than one to come?
"Magister Weber didn't fully appreciate how popular the lecture would be, then." At those words, Rorkak couldn't help but worry for the future of Thane Weber. The zhufokruli either didn't notice or didn't care, though. "Must assume more of us are hunting vampires than actually are. That, or she never appreciated the sheer size of all eight Colleges. You've been tasked with returning with my reply?"
"That I have. Would this lecture involving Colleges other than your own mean you need to talk to others, first?" Rorkak disliked lingering in a place so thick with magic, especially when there were so many greenskins back at Karak Eight Peaks that needed to be killed.
"Yes, but I think I already have a solution in mind to run by them. From what I've seen of some of Weber's previous writing, she may not have intended for the invitation to be taken literally, but I've always preferred hands-on demonstrations to lectures. There's only so much information that can be gained without personal experience, after all. I'm pretty sure there's at least one Choirmaster among those who'd wanted to attend who'd be able to fit a mobile pocket on your airship..."
Rorkak blinked, but before he could ask the zhufokrali to clarify he'd already vanished from sight, taking Thane Weber's letter with him.
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