MAGUS
Hmmn...I shall see you all in the morning then. Magus says to the others, yawning a bit. He tries to avoid the drunkards stumbling about in the tavern as he made his way to the door. He didn't need to wait for Mistress Aislin, she was most likely...preoccupied. He hurried over to the castle, where his rooms were. He nodded to the tired, yet vigilant, guards at the gates, and rushed to the door at the side, which led to a narrow stone corridor, ending in a tight spiral staircase. He hurried up the stairs, heaving a bit from the strain, lacking the physical stamina to climb easily, for he was a magician, and wasn't exactly like Galowyn. He cursed the fact that he had been out so late, and the easier, smoother stairs up were already locked for the night. At last, he reached the library level. He opened the tall, heavy doors, and relished in the musky scent of the old books kept there. He located the one he needed, and opened it to a page book marked by a strip of cloth. He read the pages, and tried to commit them to memory. They detailed the creation of an augur's bones, enchanted bones that would allow the user to momentarily ascertain their fate. He researched the spell intensively, then decided that it was time to start the ritual. He took a couple sheep bones from a jar in a cupboard, and then sprinkled some salt and iron shavings over the bones, and soaked them in chickens blood. He dried the bones, then inscribed sigils upon them, and chanted mystic arcane phrases as he did so, imbuing the bones with power of divination and foresight. He didn't want to test out the bones, assured that he had completed the ritual carefully and correctly, and left the library, carefully carrying the bones in a pouch, closing the door gently. He ascended a few more flights to his level in the tower, and walked down the short hall to his room in the castle. It was small, compared to the other chambers in the castle, but it was high in the tower, affording him a grand view, and it was cozy and warm, with the convenience of a hearth. Magus disrobed, and slipped under the thin blankets over his meager mattress, and stared at the ceiling, hands behind his head, wondering what the next day' would bring.
NEXT MORNING
Magus woke up to the cockrel's crows, the sun's rays making shafts over his face. He rose, stretching his bones lazily, and scratching his chin as he yawned. He rarely woke up late...he should have been more attentive. BUt he was tired from the casting the previous night, and he slowly got up, stetching his back as he did so, another yawn escaping him. He spotted the robes he had left at the foot of his bed, and snatched them up. He wore a fresh set of clothes, then slipped into his robes. He felt for the hidden sleeve with the elven blade concealed within, a gift from one of the sylvan wizards, and then took an account of his belongings. He took up his pack of supplies, his scroll cases (who knew if he would need them), and turned to leave. Then a nagging thought drew him to double back, and he snatched the pouch with the bones.
Never know if these might come in handy. Magus then hurried down the flight of stairs, and rushed to the courtyard, hoping he was not too late to meet up with the others.
Expertise:Arcane Check for the ritual: 120+9: 16+9=25
which is a pass for a ritual that creates the bones for an Augury spell. The bones are basically Senses 4 (Precognition) [flaws: Limited(general fate, such as weal, woe, danger, fortune, happiness, ease, death, rather vague), Quirk(Takes a standard action to cast and read)]
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