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[Medivh stands in front of his comm, it hovering by a gentle gesture from one outstretched hand. He scowls once before turning away, tossing over a number of rocks and pieces of metal. He has a small table in his room, which he's scorched and nearly torn apart with small experiments. Picking up and slamming a number of the rocks and metals down on the table-top, Medivh's hand turned over and an arcane trickle of magic imbued itself into the scraps he set down. Bit by bit, those scraps hardened and turned more dense, becoming pink crystals, which eventually shaped themselves into a little crystal imp. The imp looked around and suddenly shrieked with hollow, mechanical laughter before Medivh fed it a fresh scowl.]
I had forgotten what I had set out to say.
[He turned his hand open and with one callous gesture, he blew up the imp with a ball of flame. Shards of crystal flew around the room, some embedding in the walls.]
...Ah, yes. A library. I notice this place lacks paper. You may seem pleased with your affinity towards liquid chemicals and electricity, but I prefer something with more texture. Now, I require one thing of you. A date.
[Medivh's fingertip made looks in the air, the crystals slowly returning to where they were on the table. The imp began to reform, but in a patchwork sort of way. When he was done reforming, the imp didn't move so much, looking a bit less excited than he initially was.]
I need a date in which a suitable library would be present on the barren planet below. Make haste--my patience has already given way. You should learn quickly--a bored magus is a terrible thing.
[So, he blew up the imp again.]
I had forgotten what I had set out to say.
[He turned his hand open and with one callous gesture, he blew up the imp with a ball of flame. Shards of crystal flew around the room, some embedding in the walls.]
...Ah, yes. A library. I notice this place lacks paper. You may seem pleased with your affinity towards liquid chemicals and electricity, but I prefer something with more texture. Now, I require one thing of you. A date.
[Medivh's fingertip made looks in the air, the crystals slowly returning to where they were on the table. The imp began to reform, but in a patchwork sort of way. When he was done reforming, the imp didn't move so much, looking a bit less excited than he initially was.]
I need a date in which a suitable library would be present on the barren planet below. Make haste--my patience has already given way. You should learn quickly--a bored magus is a terrible thing.
[So, he blew up the imp again.]
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People are afraid of everything. They're afraid of change, of bumps in the night and even such simple things as taking medicine. You must have heard stories.
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So what stories should I be listening for? The ones where the world rain fire, or water swallows the land? It doesn't need to be that big to matter, or be impressive.
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It used to be be that a plow was viewed as magic. A device that could make tilling the land come easier and easier. Though, admittedly I suppose it makes sense to ask a more general question. Have you ever encountered stories of things totally abnormal to what you considered a normal reality?
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