Finding Tranquility

Rhosyn understood Lucien’s plight on a fundamental level, he’d skirted the confines of the Circle by virtue of the nomadic nature of his Clan. A wide berth of his knowledge was gleamed from the depths of his deceased mother’s leatherbound journals, the next sizable contributor was his father, whereas the rest could be attributed to the remainder of the Clan. It’d failed to escape his notice how he tended to exist at the outer rim of the social circles, ostracized because of the reciprocal nature of his contract with Eros.

The spirit of Curiosity, it was more than a catalyst for the Arcane, it’d grown to be a familiar companion and even a steadfast friend – someone that showed him kindness that the rest of the world could not afford. Self-taught then? That is always commendable – the Arcane is such a volatile construct, is it not. He’d witnessed the recoil of an interrupted spell firsthand more than once; he’d been on the receiving end as well – ironic that curative magick could cause such fiery agony when channeled improperly.

I was fortunate, my mother detailed a great deal of her craft within her journals, the rest of my knowledge came from my father, the clan and Eros. Mind magic was an effective branch, that was without argument. However, it was often viewed with measured skepticism, unvoiced concerns of its’ intrusion on one’s psyche often the centered argument. But that wasn’t to say it was corrupt, the ability to induce tranquility and peace in those bereft of it – a welcomed reprieve within the battlefield and its’ aftermath.

My alchemical pursuits seemed to be more volatile than my magic… Downside to not having some of the nicer equipment, letting your quarters air out… But Lucien was a passionate man it appeared as he’d spoke at length of his indulgence to the arts, citing that it was better for it to be on display than sequester away for the select few to gaze upon. True, I don’t believe there has even been a war waged over art – lest not one bred from anything more than greed…

Rhosyn continued to listen as Lucien detailed the tribulations faced presently because of the Grey Wardens absence – citing their longstanding distain and bitterness as a plausible factor. Hopefully that is not the case, and they are merely preoccupied with clearing yet another pestilence. But Rhosyn could not speak of their affairs with any semblance of intelligence, he new scarcely more than what he’d heard in hushed whispers. For what it is worth, the city itself seems to be holding its’ own, the citizenry appear content, is that not so?

@ Lucien Beauvais