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all_is_truth2015-02-20 12:26 am
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Nothing can possibly go wrong
Who: Ezra, Anyone
When: A day after arrival
What: Ezra is learning about the city the best way he knows how: by meddling.
The perimeter around the old library was slowly populated by a combination of well-understood mechanical devices and the strange light-emitting fixtures Ezra discovered. They provided illumination without fire, when powered by whatever tame lightning courses through the city's ley lines, and he was intensely interested. Ezra was no goblin or gnome, but he understood lightning, and a shielding spell against it allowed him to work safely with these peculiar gadgets.
And what was the purpose of this strange behavior? Simply put, things stopped working when he moved away. But why? Their internal rules suggested they ought to continue. Observation said otherwise. Clearly it was the city. But if there were rules for that, observation would uncover them. He suspected it was a function of inherent magical power, arcane reserves, or something similar, but needed a larger sample size to be sure.
From time to time he withdrew a voluminous tome from a satchel bag slung around his shoulder, taking notes with a quill pen in his crabbed and cranky handwriting. Once the observations of the hour were thus taken, he returned the book to its resting place and resumed his work.
The experiment would serve a secondary purpose. Anyone approaching the library would, naturally, trigger a series of lights and sounds. Should someone decide to sneak in and steal a book without permission, they would be in for a rude awakening. So would the neighbors, of course, but Ezra was interested in discovering if any indeed existed, so it was all for the best.
When: A day after arrival
What: Ezra is learning about the city the best way he knows how: by meddling.
The perimeter around the old library was slowly populated by a combination of well-understood mechanical devices and the strange light-emitting fixtures Ezra discovered. They provided illumination without fire, when powered by whatever tame lightning courses through the city's ley lines, and he was intensely interested. Ezra was no goblin or gnome, but he understood lightning, and a shielding spell against it allowed him to work safely with these peculiar gadgets.
And what was the purpose of this strange behavior? Simply put, things stopped working when he moved away. But why? Their internal rules suggested they ought to continue. Observation said otherwise. Clearly it was the city. But if there were rules for that, observation would uncover them. He suspected it was a function of inherent magical power, arcane reserves, or something similar, but needed a larger sample size to be sure.
From time to time he withdrew a voluminous tome from a satchel bag slung around his shoulder, taking notes with a quill pen in his crabbed and cranky handwriting. Once the observations of the hour were thus taken, he returned the book to its resting place and resumed his work.
The experiment would serve a secondary purpose. Anyone approaching the library would, naturally, trigger a series of lights and sounds. Should someone decide to sneak in and steal a book without permission, they would be in for a rude awakening. So would the neighbors, of course, but Ezra was interested in discovering if any indeed existed, so it was all for the best.