Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-29458028-20141029125002

Raydin sat in the offices, writing fictional stories, as he usually did even as archmage. Much of his orders were given solely by mouth and he never ever thought classes anyway. Vauban did most of the administration on his behalf and the College ran smooth enough.

Raydin felt his mind wandering, thinking of all sorts of possibilities. The world was way too simplistic, with petty politics and mostly petty people fightning over petty objects. A sacrilege against the greater pursuit of finer nuances.

He began to script out a new story...