<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Harold the Archivist</div></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Harold was a powerful wizard, but he was powerful in ways that were unaccustomed to battle. He was powerful in the telekinetic magics that allowed for speed reading, organization, information collection, movement of objects, and multitasking. It made him ideal for working in the archives because he could find and record information quickly, and do many things at one time. It made him an organization master for if someone were looking for something urgently, he could scour many books at once to search for the information that he was looking for. And as it came with the multi-tasking segment of his power, his attention span and ability to notice detail, or sense magics of other sorts, he was very in tune with his surroundings and able to sense other magic wielders easily.<br/><br/>He worried about Earl. Earl had no magic, and that was fine, but nearly everyone around them especially people who would want to steal information from the king, attack the kingdom, and even now, most commoners, had some knowledge of the ethereal arts. So he'd taught Earl shortcuts. Fakes. They weren't the best, but they were simple spells that relied on certain artifacts, or would summon a familiar to help or some other such thing that had no real connection to the magics within a person, but rather to the being itself, or the artifact. He didn't want him completely unarmed or unfamiliar in the arts, so he made sure he was well versed. He didn't think it would hurt to know for his own protection either.<br/><br/>He stood slowly his back starting to relinquish some of the stiffness it was holding onto a bit earlier in the day. It still hurt, but the longer he was awake the more it went away. And he was sure moving about a bit would help out. He pushed his glasses up on his nose. Another habit he had. Without his glasses he was quite literally blind not being able to see past the end of his nose, and because of that, he would panic if he didn't have his glasses. He took them off only at night (that being if he didn't fall asleep with them on) and he would reach for them first thing in the morning. One thing remained certain, if one could wipe out the head archivist, they would likely be able to sneak information much easier, and they'd be able to slow down progress on information transfer between the libraries and the king a lot, if not completely halt it, and if it was to be done, the easiest way to do so would be take his glasses.<br/><br/>Helping to pick up around him, he mulled over Earl's question. It had been a long time, and it took some effort to remember when it started. He also started to use magic to pick up and organize a bit. Some papers around them tinted with a light blue aura and began to float and order themselves or go to their designated pile or place ghost images of letters seeming to fly off the pages as he instantaneously processed the information on the pages to know where to direct them. He'd become so good at multitasking, that it seemed the objects around him had a mind of their own by how little effort he seemed to put forth into his job. But alas, that was the reward for doing a job like his so long. Finally he spoke,<span style="color: #00FF00">"I...couldn't really be certain. It's been awhile, but it was just recently that it seemed to get so much worse. It's been steadily growing for at least three years." </span>He explained.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110674">@thetruegarsot</a>