༺ ☾ Winter 75 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> “Grand is an understatement– I’ve never come across another site so well-preserved,” Serapis responded, his features alight with a sort of uncharacteristic glee. The professor was usually a man of more muted mannerisms even at his happiest...

༺ ☾ Winter 75 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> Serapis would leave the door tiny– it now fit in the palm of his hand– and anchor the Periphery onto it before placing it in his pack. Having decided not to mess with it further, he would have to hand it off to the right hands personally–...

༺ ☾ Winter 75 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> The workshop was an elysian dreamland for any lenscrafter; though he really couldn’t do much with any of it himself, he knew a colleague or two that would be chuffed to bits to clap eyes on the place and was excited for them. Careful to not...

Base SP: 5 (Master Mysticism) 7 (Title - Bastion Professor) Multipliers: 100 - Base 40 - 4 Active Prior Season 60 - 3x mastered skills 10 - 1x expert skills 30 - 6x journeyman skill Total: 12*240 = 2,880 SP Purchases: Total: 0 Remaining: 2,880 SP

༺ ☾ Spring 1 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> Serapis would nod to her. “It’s possible that in time you will no longer need assistance, but for now, yes.” The man wasn’t necessarily expecting the level of enthusiasm Astra would show at the prospect of being an archaeological assistant...

༺ ☾ Winter 75 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> What Ælvish Serapis understood was largely that which had been spoken within the Mirage Kingdoms of old, as much of what was available to Arcanis’ scholars were texts from that era. The modern tongue of the Æld’Norai was not so different now...

༺ ☾ Spring 1 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> “Glad to hear it,” Serapis would begin with a small yet warm smile. “But for clarity, one of the spells I've casted is temporary– it is responsible for the euphoria you feel, and the magic will wear off in approximately seven days. Your...

༺ ☾ Spring 1 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> And so all was revealed to Serapis– or at least, everything that he needed to know to start helping Astra. Further minutiae of the scenario weren’t quite that necessary given that she wasn’t suffering an affliction imposed by the Rakshasa...

༺ ☾ Spring 1 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> Had she not mentioned a Rakshasa (or other magical meddler), he might’ve assumed that her issue was a more standard chemical imbalance. However, that fact in combination with the knowledge that she had Crest indicated that she’d very likely...

༺ ☾ Winter 75 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <notes> Serapis’ detection of the Luxium-based security was a surprise, but realistically any Metaphor would’ve surprised him– active arcane defenses in ruins were an exceptional rarity, regardless of composition. Still, simply being in the presence...

༺ ☾ Spring 1 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <> Fathom was a novelty, even at Bastion; only a handful of faculty and a few students had Imber’s mysterious Pact, Serapis being one of them. Ever since he’d acquired it, he was all too eager to use it to explore the minds of others, nurturing his...

༺ ☾ Spring 80 year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻<put what other Metaphor might be found somewhere in your next post; I don't want to make assumptions outside of what's abundantly obvious.> More and more of late, Serapis had taken to exiting the city of Bast, embarking on expeditions both official...

༺ ☾ Winter ?? year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <> Serapis was unable to find an intact window, much as he wished that the ancient construction would’ve been able to defy time and physics. Nevertheless, the broken frame gave way to a partially destroyed observation chamber, one that he was happy to...

༺ ☾ Winter ?? year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <> As Serapis sank deeper into the sands, his mind was aflutter with the potential of what he might find. Despite this, he did try and keep his expectations tempered– this building might, after all, be of little note aside from the fact that it had...

༺ ☾ Winter ?? year 125 of the third age ☼ ༻ <> With his ruminations and initial Mystic scans of the desert expanse interrupted by Rami’s intrusion, Serapis would shift his primary attention to his porters bearing a largely placid expression. He'd acknowledge the newcomer with a small nod, eyes...