[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords, Disappointing Breakfast.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Kyra, Satilla. [/indent][/center]

A rather trifling affair. The fundamentals of magic had a complex simplicity about it. For every set of rules which exists, there were, and probably are, another set of rules which contradict the first set. In one way or another, one could suppose that it was impossible to accurate predict the nature of magic for it was a living doctrine with flows and ebbs which often disregarded itself. Difficult to conceptualize in understanding, but akin to threading a needle through itself until one runs out of the infinite needle that would never knot itself into permanency. However for the most part, magic did obey the laws and retained constant properties of being. And while Thomas' spellbook was hardly a complete anthology of every spellcrafting manual known to man and elf, and the occasional squidfaced telepath, it was a start of finding out what sort of magic is at play. A powerful artifact for one, would be suspect to a wide-area scan for the trace magical flux around an artifact of great power, given the way these artifacts seem to bend reality itself by sheer potency. But to do so required weeks of preparation, mechanisms of divining to be built, and a general known area to be surveyed, like a telescope to the astral seas.

Thus, was the question, how were the dead being raised? What source of magic was afoot? Perhaps the locals could tell more about the nature of the attacks. Although Thomas had no method of cross-referencing since he did not dabble in necromancy. Maybe he should start, for research's sake, maybe he could somehow craft a spell that would enable him to restore life? Well, it took him a few months to learn how to harness solar energy into not only incendiary flames but ones to heal. Flames to purge and mend, restoring the caster and burning those around him. Getting it just right was the difficult part as to split the energies between construction and destruction, perhaps necromancy was similar, the push and pull of life energies, animating the empty vessel, like a puppet on strings. Either way, as long as they don't suspect him being the necromancer, given his age, Thomas should be fine poking around.

Ah the quest for knowledge was a thirst no bar nor tavern nor pub could quench. Even as the bar wench made her rounds, seeing how she had to go bring food out, might as well see who else needed tending to. Yet the spellcaster hardly noticed her approach, buried in his book flipping pages back and forth between his thumbs. His own writing in the margins, jotting down some strange notes and so forth. In theory he could do it, finding the spell source, a ritual should be able to do the trick if and only if the caster was within a given radius of the ritual site. Yet unfortunately, Thomas know the mechanics of such a ritual to conduct it. He could given some study from a material, work out how to prepare and execute such a ritual. Was there a wizard or mage still left in town? Or was only Thomas the sole magical representative?

[color=bedded]"Good Morning ladies, uh, we've lost quite a few people since four days ago. I uh... I think I'll stick around to help with uh, you know what, if that's okay with you Kyra. I might learn a thing or two about Nec- Uh I mean Nec- Nectarines? Yeah, let's go with that, nothing wrong with a farm boy leaning a thing or two about fruits right?"[/color] Well that was a close one, the dwarf was hopefully out of earshot, and so was anyone else interested in what a mage had to say and almost repeat his folly. It seemed like Thomas was learning, Kyra was not one he'd want against him. Speaking of, where was Sana and Keystone?