Hhah. [ an exhale of resignation. if not now, when? ] Eunoia and Selcouth Vaux... Pah. Vainglorious, spiteful creatures, they two. Sycophants. [ ...a mutter: ] I know they do it. Before here, I am being accused by my college of academic plagiarism. Such humiliating experience, it was. And not longer after tribunal and nonsensical guilty verdict, my college burns, right to very ground. Nearly all—poof into to ash. Institution's entire archive... So much knowledge, utterly lost. Lives also.
But you are thinking, "How do you mean, magical scholars are not putting out flames?" [ the only flames that can resist magic are flames that are fed by magic. it seems like, now that she's implied this, she doesn't feel the need to spell it out any further, and so continues in what steadily becomes a hiss. ] It looked... bad for me. Expulsion came swiftly after. After that, Eunoia and Selcouth Vaux publish what fragments of my work they can decipher with their stupid brains of theirs to so many accolades. I, on other hand, am forbidden entrance to Waterdeep's libraries for "irreparable harm done to my field". So, no more "scribe". No more scholar. No peers left who tolerate me. No institutions which will take me. Twenty years fucking around, for this.
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But you are thinking, "How do you mean, magical scholars are not putting out flames?" [ the only flames that can resist magic are flames that are fed by magic. it seems like, now that she's implied this, she doesn't feel the need to spell it out any further, and so continues in what steadily becomes a hiss. ] It looked... bad for me. Expulsion came swiftly after. After that, Eunoia and Selcouth Vaux publish what fragments of my work they can decipher with their stupid brains of theirs to so many accolades. I, on other hand, am forbidden entrance to Waterdeep's libraries for "irreparable harm done to my field". So, no more "scribe". No more scholar. No peers left who tolerate me. No institutions which will take me. Twenty years fucking around, for this.