Vhalar 1, Arc 720
It was already almost evening when the Mortalborn finally packed up his things and headed towards the door. He had had a busy trial at the Academy. The new cycle had started, and with it had come countless new students that wanted to learn more about chemistry and alchemy. He enjoyed familiarizing those young people with science – they were not as jaded as some of his colleagues yet – but teaching a couple of classes in a row could be a bit exhausting – as could explaining that alchemy was definitely not a domain of magic repeatedly.
He was looking forward to one of his cook’s delicious meals now, and a break or two in front of the fireplace, reading a book – he had recently developed an interest in astronomy. As he moved through the entrance hall, snippets of a conversation between a group of older students caught his attention though. He could make out the words “Scalvoris” and “volcanic eruption” which was why he decided to approach them even though he did not normally interrupt other people (he considered doing so to be somewhat rude).
He had not even opened his mouth yet when one of the students, a human woman that was approximately twenty-five arcs of age, with curly, pale blonde hair and brown eyes that he had seen in one of his potions classes on occasion the season before turned to face him and told him, “Faldrass erupted, professor. Supposedly, the catastrophe already took place towards the end of Ashan, but the news only reached Viden now. There were an earthquake and a landslide as well.”
“At least one thousand people died, and a lot more people have become homeless. Yvithia herself has spoken. She wants us to get supplies to Scalvoris”, she continued in a very serious tone of voice while the other students simply looked on. “We were wondering if there is anything that we can do to help. Most of us have visited Scalvoris at least once”, she admitted to the Mortalborn who had begun to look rather thoughtful. He had visited Scalvoris as well, at the end of Ashan, mere trials before the catastrophe had taken place. He had been invited to hold a series of guest lectures at the university.
Some of the people that he had taught back then, some of the people that he had talked to, might have died during the eruption, or in the trials after it. He had been looking forward to a quiet evening, but the thoughts about dinner and relaxing in his salon were far from his mind now. He needed to do something. Nothing that he did would ever be able to bring back those that had died and ease their families’ pain, but he would at least be able to provide the survivors with a bit of warmth, something that filled their empty stomachs and help fight the diseases that often tended to follow in the wake of natural catastrophes.
With that thought in mind, he bade the students farewell after they had talked about the catastrophe some more – they felt the need to do so - and made his way home, to his residence in the Obsidian Prism.
It was already almost evening when the Mortalborn finally packed up his things and headed towards the door. He had had a busy trial at the Academy. The new cycle had started, and with it had come countless new students that wanted to learn more about chemistry and alchemy. He enjoyed familiarizing those young people with science – they were not as jaded as some of his colleagues yet – but teaching a couple of classes in a row could be a bit exhausting – as could explaining that alchemy was definitely not a domain of magic repeatedly.
He was looking forward to one of his cook’s delicious meals now, and a break or two in front of the fireplace, reading a book – he had recently developed an interest in astronomy. As he moved through the entrance hall, snippets of a conversation between a group of older students caught his attention though. He could make out the words “Scalvoris” and “volcanic eruption” which was why he decided to approach them even though he did not normally interrupt other people (he considered doing so to be somewhat rude).
He had not even opened his mouth yet when one of the students, a human woman that was approximately twenty-five arcs of age, with curly, pale blonde hair and brown eyes that he had seen in one of his potions classes on occasion the season before turned to face him and told him, “Faldrass erupted, professor. Supposedly, the catastrophe already took place towards the end of Ashan, but the news only reached Viden now. There were an earthquake and a landslide as well.”
“At least one thousand people died, and a lot more people have become homeless. Yvithia herself has spoken. She wants us to get supplies to Scalvoris”, she continued in a very serious tone of voice while the other students simply looked on. “We were wondering if there is anything that we can do to help. Most of us have visited Scalvoris at least once”, she admitted to the Mortalborn who had begun to look rather thoughtful. He had visited Scalvoris as well, at the end of Ashan, mere trials before the catastrophe had taken place. He had been invited to hold a series of guest lectures at the university.
Some of the people that he had taught back then, some of the people that he had talked to, might have died during the eruption, or in the trials after it. He had been looking forward to a quiet evening, but the thoughts about dinner and relaxing in his salon were far from his mind now. He needed to do something. Nothing that he did would ever be able to bring back those that had died and ease their families’ pain, but he would at least be able to provide the survivors with a bit of warmth, something that filled their empty stomachs and help fight the diseases that often tended to follow in the wake of natural catastrophes.
With that thought in mind, he bade the students farewell after they had talked about the catastrophe some more – they felt the need to do so - and made his way home, to his residence in the Obsidian Prism.
Notes
From the Viden calendar:
1st: The start of the Cold Cycle has arrived. News of Fadrass has reached Viden. Yvithia calls for the citizens to band together in getting supplies to send to Scalvoris for the clean up. (unmodded)
1st: The start of the Cold Cycle has arrived. News of Fadrass has reached Viden. Yvithia calls for the citizens to band together in getting supplies to send to Scalvoris for the clean up. (unmodded)
