32nd of Vhalar, 719
Ocraloch walked to his office with a yawn. It was clear that the older man was still not used to the cold, or how it made his bones hurt. There were certain seasons that did not hurt as bad, but the cold cycle was torture on him. Grunting after making it to his office, the human sighed and rubbed his hands together taking his gloves off. The man took his time getting out the paperwork that had been left from the day before. Life at the academy was never slow no matter what someone said. Voices filled the halls as students and fellow teachers begin to fill the halls to begin their day as well.
As Ocraloch looked through the papers he came across a charter request. Putting the rest to the side, he paid close attention to who was ready to move forward. Doran Thetys. He had heard great things about the young man that had come to the academy. From what the older man understood the gentleman was also teaching some of the younger students in the alchemy part of the science branch. Taking out what results were within the folder, the man began reading the proposal first. Eyebrows went up seeing the topic of study that the youth would want to pursue. Blood Magic.
“Blood magic a dangerous study,” Ocraloch said quietly.
He sent his assistant to go fetch Doran while looking over what has been proven by research. As time wore on, the older man began to stroke his beard in thought. It was not always seen as a good thing by those that did not know him. He put down the paperwork and leaned back rocking his chair ever so slightly. Closing his eyes for the time being, the gentleman tried to meditate some while waiting. The sound of the knock caused the man’s eyes to open.
“Enter,” Ocraloch called when a knock sounded through his office.
The man straightened up his shirt and held his head up to give off a more intimidating air. When the door opened, it was clear that the room was strictly an office. There was a dark wooden desk in the middle of the room with lighter oak cabinets to either side. The wall behind the desk has several papers framed and hung up. Upon closer inspection it would be clear to see that it is Ocraloch’s own acceptance papers from when he originally went through the academy himself. Two beautiful dark brown chairs sat facing the man for people to sit during meetings.
The gentleman himself was not a physically imposing figure. It was clear from the muscles that he took care of his health, but being a fighter was clearly not his intentions. With age came wrinkles around his eyes, a striking grey watched the younger man as he entered. Ocraloch has black hair with a mix of gray hair mixed within.
“Hello, you must be Doran Thetys. Come in and sit, I have been looking over what all you have sent to me. My name is Ocraloch; I am over the alchemy part of the Sciences,” Ocraloch stated, “I see your thesis is about Blood Magic. Please explain further.”
Ocraloch walked to his office with a yawn. It was clear that the older man was still not used to the cold, or how it made his bones hurt. There were certain seasons that did not hurt as bad, but the cold cycle was torture on him. Grunting after making it to his office, the human sighed and rubbed his hands together taking his gloves off. The man took his time getting out the paperwork that had been left from the day before. Life at the academy was never slow no matter what someone said. Voices filled the halls as students and fellow teachers begin to fill the halls to begin their day as well.
As Ocraloch looked through the papers he came across a charter request. Putting the rest to the side, he paid close attention to who was ready to move forward. Doran Thetys. He had heard great things about the young man that had come to the academy. From what the older man understood the gentleman was also teaching some of the younger students in the alchemy part of the science branch. Taking out what results were within the folder, the man began reading the proposal first. Eyebrows went up seeing the topic of study that the youth would want to pursue. Blood Magic.
“Blood magic a dangerous study,” Ocraloch said quietly.
He sent his assistant to go fetch Doran while looking over what has been proven by research. As time wore on, the older man began to stroke his beard in thought. It was not always seen as a good thing by those that did not know him. He put down the paperwork and leaned back rocking his chair ever so slightly. Closing his eyes for the time being, the gentleman tried to meditate some while waiting. The sound of the knock caused the man’s eyes to open.
“Enter,” Ocraloch called when a knock sounded through his office.
The man straightened up his shirt and held his head up to give off a more intimidating air. When the door opened, it was clear that the room was strictly an office. There was a dark wooden desk in the middle of the room with lighter oak cabinets to either side. The wall behind the desk has several papers framed and hung up. Upon closer inspection it would be clear to see that it is Ocraloch’s own acceptance papers from when he originally went through the academy himself. Two beautiful dark brown chairs sat facing the man for people to sit during meetings.
The gentleman himself was not a physically imposing figure. It was clear from the muscles that he took care of his health, but being a fighter was clearly not his intentions. With age came wrinkles around his eyes, a striking grey watched the younger man as he entered. Ocraloch has black hair with a mix of gray hair mixed within.
“Hello, you must be Doran Thetys. Come in and sit, I have been looking over what all you have sent to me. My name is Ocraloch; I am over the alchemy part of the Sciences,” Ocraloch stated, “I see your thesis is about Blood Magic. Please explain further.”
