Yes, for the most important part [ HIS NOTEBOOKS ] but--
[ holding out a list.
it's a very extensive grocery list. i won't torture you with listing the whole thing out but it's just like basics for cooking a lot of simple things and spices/seasonings. ]
I don't know where we will be next week, but I would like to be prepared.
[ he'll just pocket the list and crook his finger forward to indicate for gale to follow him. they walk toward the south side of the village, past the fog, back to the garden where scien wanted to be dirt not too long ago
and then they walk through a set of trees, which reveals a quaint little cottage-style house. it's not creepy or dilapidated at all ]
[ biggest dummy in the world voice: who is will. do i know will.
gale is going to get nosy in this room now too, poking around. he was nosy before and he has not stopped. ]
I've only encountered them fairly rarely myself, though I suppose the Blackstaff itself is some sort of amalgamation of spirit, though I imagine it would object highly to the terminology of "ghost."
[ JUST SOME GUY? gale will take advantage of his newfound power and just start gathering up ingredients, humming and inspecting as he goes. ]
A name of a few different meanings. It is the honorary title for the Archmage of Blackstaff Tower - where I served my apprenticeship - and the original name of the stave of power that is passed down through each. Having been wielded by many Archmages has granted it a form of sentience of its own. Each former Blackstaff has in some way left a part of their consciousness and wisdom within the staff itself and there they serve as counsel and occasionally disciplinarian. The Blackstaff - as in the person - often has a tendency to die, so perhaps it's a failsafe for institutional knowledge.
There is a reason I've never made any sort of play for the seat at Blackstaff, and the crowding and arguing is exactly the issue. Also the assassination attempts. And I find apprentices to be a tad irksome.
[ he seems content enough to bustle around - helping himself generously, thanks!!!! he will take a mathis-sized amount of ingredients with him and also if he can scrouge up a bag he's stealing that too. ]
Yes, but rather like your description of taking memories to place them within another body. Not an unheard of archmage trick.
[ the way scien just won't stop gale at all because he can't bring himself to care is very funny. yea take a bag. if someone asks scien later where their supplies went he's just going to shrug ]
Apprentices aren't bad, but assassination attempts are more trouble than they're worth, yes.
I'd hate to be trapped with someone else's mind. Most of them are so dull.
Being Chosen means you are granted certain extensions upon your natural life, which especially for a human can be somewhat helpful. With my ejection from Mystra's graces, so too went that particular favor. That said, at a certain level of magical talent ... it matters less. But I wouldn't say immortality is the goal. You'd get bored eventually.
But our perspectives are certainly going to be different, as a god with too much time, and a man who has run out of it. [ shakes head once ] It was mostly a question asked out of curiosity.
[ a sympathetic look, honestly. he can very much understand how strange it could be to live eternally while everything around you changes, and yet you stay the same. ]
My mentor, Elminster, is over 1200 years old. Mystra's original chosen, all those centuries ago, and he remains so to this day. He's seen her die and revive at least thrice. He's saved the realms from countless threats, terrors and horrors, and has traveled far beyond the places almost any other mortal could ever possibly dream. His other apprentices have been amongst the most powerful wizards of their age - Susprina, Lycon, Ghleanna Stormlake, Sammaster - and all either fell to one of the classic follys of wizardry or have long perished of age. I suppose I will fall under the "folly" category there.
These days he mostly sits at the Yawning Portal Tavern and complains about the quality of the beer, heckling young adventuring parties descending to the Undermountain. I think all those years certainly make someone go a little batty.
1200 is too long... He should just give it up. [ don't just tell old men to die, scien ] But I've been abnormal since I was 2, much less ninety-whatever.
[ at least he's genuine about something always being wrong with him!! but he looks thoughtful, glancing out toward the nearest window in the direction of the village ]
There is nothing left in my world for me. I saved my island, and left it since they just wanted me to do politics. I'd rather walk straight into the gates of Hades and never return. I lack interest in being called a savior or a leader or even a god. My apprentice is dead and I've fulfilled my duty.
[ all said objectively, not with much sadness. he turns back to gale, regarding him with no small amount of curiosity ]
But I do not think it is over for me, or perhaps selfishly I refuse for it to be. I simply want to be excited again. Interested in something, or someone. Being here with all of you is the closest thing to it, even if over half of you mostly just annoy me.
You aren't bad, though. [ also teasing: ] I could last maybe thirty years trapped in a cramped, shared ghost consciousness with you.
[ but i mean. he gets it! child prodigy as well. ]
For what it's worth, I think I'm rather glad to hear you aren't ready to throw in the towel. I imagine you have much more to do, though hopefully something you're excited for again? I understand that, ah, burnout can certainly be a hard thing to conquer.
[ thats kind of what it sounds like? just. genius guy burnout. ]
And I bet we could make it a solid 50 without destroying each other's consciousness.
[ scien raises a brow, and his expression softens in response to gale's sheepishness. it's truly like when a cat decides that you're its chosen person so now all things are excused forever ]
If you enjoy it, then what's the problem? At least you're saying something worth listening to.
I've decided you're worth my time, and that ought to mean enough.
[ (godly arrogance voice) and no one else's opinion matters ]
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[ holding out a list.
it's a very extensive grocery list. i won't torture you with listing the whole thing out but it's just like basics for cooking a lot of simple things and spices/seasonings. ]
I don't know where we will be next week, but I would like to be prepared.
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[ he takes the list and reads it over ]
Sure. Feed the others or they’ll complain that I’m stealing from our food supply.
[ tilts head ] Have you been brought to your accommodations yet? If Will isn’t there, we can just get all this now.
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[ he'll just pocket the list and crook his finger forward to indicate for gale to follow him. they walk toward the south side of the village, past the fog, back to the garden where scien wanted to be dirt not too long ago
and then they walk through a set of trees, which reveals a quaint little cottage-style house. it's not creepy or dilapidated at all ]
Here.
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Is it terrible that there is something actually quite unsettling about it not being obviously haunted?
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but scien laughs at that. he walks through the front door and brings gale in ]
Not haunted yet. There's still plenty of time for vengeful spirits to curse us.
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[ following!!!! immediately nosy. oh wait is this the place the npcs stay, i think pestilence brought him here unless this is different. ]
You would honestly think with the amount of death in this place, there would be more spirit activity.
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I don't normally believe in ghosts, but it'd be rather fun to see one in a world where they do exist.
[ literal morbid curiosity.... ]
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gale is going to get nosy in this room now too, poking around. he was nosy before and he has not stopped. ]
I've only encountered them fairly rarely myself, though I suppose the Blackstaff itself is some sort of amalgamation of spirit, though I imagine it would object highly to the terminology of "ghost."
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he's welcome to get nosy but scien will bring out the paper - ] While you're poking around, collect what you want.
The Blackstaff is....?
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A name of a few different meanings. It is the honorary title for the Archmage of Blackstaff Tower - where I served my apprenticeship - and the original name of the stave of power that is passed down through each. Having been wielded by many Archmages has granted it a form of sentience of its own. Each former Blackstaff has in some way left a part of their consciousness and wisdom within the staff itself and there they serve as counsel and occasionally disciplinarian. The Blackstaff - as in the person - often has a tendency to die, so perhaps it's a failsafe for institutional knowledge.
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scien doesn't know anything about cooking and gale seems to have it handled so now scien is just going to lean against one of the counters. lazy ]
Interesting. [ and as someone whose whole schtick is memory consolidation and whatnot, he does genuinely sound curious ]
But you're right that it is, in a sense, an amalgamation of dead people so perhaps it's just one ultra spooky ghost. [ he's just being rude for fun ]
I wonder if they all argue with each other. Sounds cramped.
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[ he seems content enough to bustle around - helping himself generously, thanks!!!! he will take a mathis-sized amount of ingredients with him and also if he can scrouge up a bag he's stealing that too. ]
Yes, but rather like your description of taking memories to place them within another body. Not an unheard of archmage trick.
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Apprentices aren't bad, but assassination attempts are more trouble than they're worth, yes.
I'd hate to be trapped with someone else's mind. Most of them are so dull.
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[ boy genius doesnt understand concept of others not being prodigies. ]
I happen to agree, actually. An eternity amongst dullards? Hell in the making.
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[ just find an apprentice who is also a genius, duh. i miss you dahut.
though scien does find himself curious, ]
Do you seek eternity?
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[ but ... ]
Being Chosen means you are granted certain extensions upon your natural life, which especially for a human can be somewhat helpful. With my ejection from Mystra's graces, so too went that particular favor. That said, at a certain level of magical talent ... it matters less. But I wouldn't say immortality is the goal. You'd get bored eventually.
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[ confirming.
anyway, ]
But our perspectives are certainly going to be different, as a god with too much time, and a man who has run out of it. [ shakes head once ] It was mostly a question asked out of curiosity.
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My mentor, Elminster, is over 1200 years old. Mystra's original chosen, all those centuries ago, and he remains so to this day. He's seen her die and revive at least thrice. He's saved the realms from countless threats, terrors and horrors, and has traveled far beyond the places almost any other mortal could ever possibly dream. His other apprentices have been amongst the most powerful wizards of their age - Susprina, Lycon, Ghleanna Stormlake, Sammaster - and all either fell to one of the classic follys of wizardry or have long perished of age. I suppose I will fall under the "folly" category there.
These days he mostly sits at the Yawning Portal Tavern and complains about the quality of the beer, heckling young adventuring parties descending to the Undermountain. I think all those years certainly make someone go a little batty.
Probably you included.
[ TEASING. ]
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[ at least he's genuine about something always being wrong with him!! but he looks thoughtful, glancing out toward the nearest window in the direction of the village ]
There is nothing left in my world for me. I saved my island, and left it since they just wanted me to do politics. I'd rather walk straight into the gates of Hades and never return. I lack interest in being called a savior or a leader or even a god. My apprentice is dead and I've fulfilled my duty.
[ all said objectively, not with much sadness. he turns back to gale, regarding him with no small amount of curiosity ]
But I do not think it is over for me, or perhaps selfishly I refuse for it to be. I simply want to be excited again. Interested in something, or someone. Being here with all of you is the closest thing to it, even if over half of you mostly just annoy me.
You aren't bad, though. [ also teasing: ] I could last maybe thirty years trapped in a cramped, shared ghost consciousness with you.
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[ but i mean. he gets it! child prodigy as well. ]
For what it's worth, I think I'm rather glad to hear you aren't ready to throw in the towel. I imagine you have much more to do, though hopefully something you're excited for again? I understand that, ah, burnout can certainly be a hard thing to conquer.
[ thats kind of what it sounds like? just. genius guy burnout. ]
And I bet we could make it a solid 50 without destroying each other's consciousness.
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Fifty years wouldn't be bad. I don't hate when you talk about magic. It feels like I'm actually learning something.
[ which is fun! novel! new! he hasn't had that feeling in so long ]
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[ 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 ]
I know I tend to go on and on, and I do notice the glazed-over looks at times, but I really do enjoy it.
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If you enjoy it, then what's the problem? At least you're saying something worth listening to.
I've decided you're worth my time, and that ought to mean enough.
[ (godly arrogance voice) and no one else's opinion matters ]