Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24280666-20140604195333

Ferrin looked around him. Rows and rows of bookshelves, spanning past the visible horizon.

"Ferrin... Why have you come here?" boomed a slow voice.

"I require your aid. It appears as though you still owe me a favor, Hermaeus. My Magicka is depleted and is not regenerating. All I ask is that you restore it." Ferrin asked to the empty air.

"Hmm" Hermaeus considered.

"Please. Must I beg of you?" Ferrin asked, getting desperate.

"I cannot restore your Magicka, but I can fix your... aging problem. That is all that is in my power. It seems your repeated visits to the Ethereal have drained you completely. It will return in time. Just wait. Have patience..." the slow voice finished as Ferrin began to black out.

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Ferrin woke. He was back to his younger state. No beard, no lines, no wrinkles and no sags. He felt empty without his Magicka. He was only capable of creating small flames on his fingertips before collapsed, exhausted on the floor. It took him a while to recover from simple use of Magicka. He had a bit of Magicka, but that was it. He knew he would have to learn to use a sword or a pistol if he were to survive.