Seeking Help

[Raistlin]

"I am an Arch Magus. I instruct my students to address me as such. I can easily see that you have great potential, but lack the resources to exercise it. Here, in my study, there are magic wards that prevent anything magical from disturbing the outside world. You can practice to your heart's content."

~Raist walked back to the bookshelf to put the last book back. Reaching up higher on the shelf he pulled down the sky blue bound book he had earlier. He placed it on the stone table. Gently he place his hand on the center of its cover and whispered. The four runes in each corner shimmered. Slowly he opened the book and turned the pages with care.~

"I would recommend you to take a nap. This book is quite old and requires great care to tend to it. Also reading it is taxing alone. You can use one of the two side chambers reserved for my selected pupils. When you are fit to read inform me before ever attempting to read this form of magical text. It is a very ancient script that if not read properly can still the mind and freeze your thoughts for all eternity. Will you now rest, or continue to tax your mind and body rendering them useless for tutelage?"

[Tiber]

"No Arch Magus" stuttered Tiber, foreign to the new title of his master. "I will heed your advice and seek my rest. Once I am fully recovered I think I shall stroll around inside the city and further acquaint myself. Once I have found a place to call home within these walls, then I shall return to begin my studies."
The young mage strolled to one of the discrete doors leading out of the study.
"Well then, I bid you goodnight, and thank you again Arch Magus for taking me in, not only to the clan but into your tutelage."
Tiber entered the dark room and closed the door behind him. It was then that he realized just how far from home he had ventured.
Lying down on the simple floor mattress, he wondered where exactly he had strayed. Did it start with his mother's passing? Or was it when he met his father? He was furthest from home when he returned to the island, and now his home, his childhood, was such a distant memory that it faded and blurred on the horizon. His mother's grave, his father's legacy, his master's hope, all of it was out of reach, out of memory. His past had in the matter of weeks, turned into something that he could not touch. What was once within his grasp, his control had passed through the gaps in his fingers like yesterday morning's mist passing off the river. His new life had begun, and he was not sure if he was ready.

[Tiber]

((ooc: wanna call it a wrap?))

[Raistlin]

((ooc: It can either end here for this rp, or we can continue it with a brief description of training. Otherwise it'll just end up being a new rp getting made where you have new knowledge and show more strength in casting. We're close to finishing the rp in the shadow alliance, so you might want to keep this training going untill you go back to SA and face Iz again. Up to you though.))

~Careful to turn the pages without cracking any, Raist was going over the arcane language. When Tiber left he thought about what was to come. He looked up to the top of his shelf where he had a jar of water.~

*No, not necessary. His fate is obviouse. I will continue on my course and do what is requested of me from fate.*

"I smell smoke. Is something burning?"