Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-5735114-20140208160314

Talsakr, to his great dissapointment, was sent back to his room. He'd been given something to think about, however, from the mage's answer to his question

''They want to study my... magical aura...?''

Confused, and despite the fact that it appeared to be only mid-afternoon, Talsakr lay on his bed in an attempt to get to sleep.

The atlmer conjurer, too, retreated to his room. It was a long walk from the hall they'd just been in. After all the new mages came in, the College expanded its grounds down to the Midden, creating rooms and studies there too. They were built somewhat crudely, but due to their magical reinforcement, wouldn't fall apart anytime soon. The conjurer, being a highly ranked mage, was 'awarded' one of the studies in the Midden to keep away from the crowds of the new mages. Granted, the room was much bigger than anything he could have had in the original College, but it took him about a 15 minute walk just to get back to the surface.

When he finally arrived, he slowly opened the door to be welcomed by his room. It was mostly built with stone, just as the original College, but the stonework was sloppy. The walls fainly glew green due to the magic that held them in place. The room itself was somewhat well furnished. Just as with Talsakr's room, the furniture was wooden and there was a lone bed, though it was bigger and seemed to appear softer. There was ample light in the room, provided by spells and a candle, as well as a Shrine to Julianus. The conjurer forgoed the shrine, however. It was placed in all the rooms, but if it were to be used or not was solely up to the room's inhabitants.

Sighing, the conjurer sat on a wooden chair. Despite its plain appearance, the chair was rather comfortable. He turned his attention to the nearby desk, and dragged his chair over to it. Picking up the quill, the conjurer looked through the pile of books on his desk, eventually finding an empty one. Most of the books were purple, with an 'O' in Daedric written on the cover. The conjurer, being the best the College had at the moment, had been instructed to create spell tomes for the less adept mages. He began carefully drawing symbols on a page, followed by a carefully arranged series of circles and squares. Not many spell tomes were made anymore, and the conjurer quickly learned why. After about an hour of relentlessly carful work, the conjurer had finally finished the book. He placed it in the pile labeled 'Conjure Familiar'.