Trutharchivist

Umm... I'm going to guess that's what you meant. Please try not to forget important words next time. Also... Coming to think of it... If you kill a bloodsealer, I'm pretty sure his skeletals just fall. So... Umm... I'm stupid. But, sir high prelan, you should try to escape the shades. Do you happen to posses something made of silver?

"... And there." I say, and you feel a sharp pain in the place the blood dripped from. "Rise, my skeletal servant!" A bunch of skeletons rise from the dark and close in on you, while I laugh maniacally, ignoring the fact that yes, we both are pretty much dead. Then again, he said he'd keel us, not kill us.

Takes your blood to use for my own nefarious purposes.

"Plus," inserted Trutharchivist, his eyes glow with dim yellow, "a generally safe place might not be safe for awakening, since all your senses come to 100 percent capacity. You really need to be in a better suited environment, and you can never be ready to how it will be."

"Oh, um. Hi." Said Trutharchivist to the newcomer. "I'm Trutharchivist, keeper of... You know what? There's absolutely no reason for me to keep repeating that, but I'm keeper of the Staff of Life." He lifted his staff. "I'm just... A plain old human. Generally speaking." He turned to Wizard. "Awakening people to use aura? Huh. That sounds cool, but... Sense overload is a bit scary. You know what? I'll pass."

"Thanks," said Ben. "I'd have said it functions like your sunglasses," he added, his eyes twinkling, "if not for the fact that my whole face look just as weird. And it's not its purpose; we Wolfsons never bothered hiding our nature. The old stories say that it's because of us most Wanderers preferred not to be recognized as ones, at least at first. We had... Something of a bad name."

"A constructed race, if I remember correctly." Inserts Trutharchivist. "Though it doesn't justifies killing them by much. The fact that they'd have tried to kill us... A little more on the justifying side."

Ben sat near the table, eating from his plate. he had a hat on his head - covering his ears to somewhat muffle the sounds from around him.

Trutharchivist opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and just followed silently. Clearly, those people travelled farther and wider than he had. Such ideas won't really do to reconcile them.

Trutharchivist walked in, never letting go of his staff. He tried to recall everything he knew about a place called Xibalba, but it wasn't much. Marethyu, though... He shuddered. Death, the destroyer of worlds. Not the most pleasant person he ever heard of, he thought.

Look at it queerily, then move on and place it in my house. Then I'll recall all the weirdly big stuff I found in my pockets, and arrive at the conclusion that my pocket functions like Hermione's beaded handbag and place as many stuff in it as I could. WWYDIYF infinite space IYP?

Trutharchivist holds his staff far more tightly than he should and turns to the gate. He breathes deeply, then nods. "I'm ready to go."

Read it immediately, obviously. Then copy it illegally and offer it for free to anyone who asks, as discreetly as possible. WWYDIYF a functional time machine IYP? (BTW, all my questions assume you know instinctively what it is when you see it, with absolute certainty.)

The Rose Empire does. The table at Shai's room came from Fjorden, IIRC. I think Brandon said they vaguely know about each other's existence, but choose to generally ignore each other.

Be utterly confused, these throw it away since I don't use PowerPoint. (Curse Microsoft!) WWYDIYF a pocket dimension IYP?

And I'm a bloodsealer! Now, I can raise skeletons to do my biddings! Also, I'm a citizen of the Rose Empire. Don't care much about you Fjordells.

"Oh, I can't believe I forgot it! You can actually just go take a meal from the Dining Hall anytime. Though, it might be problematic to have second breakfasts. Anyway, let's go." Ben closed his book, placed it on the table and walked out.

Ben looked dubiously at his stomach, then at his book, and finally at Jared. He shrugged. "Why not? Though, I don't know where the dining room is. Or when they serve lunch." He looked at his watch.

"There's an introduction tour?" Said Ben. "Um, I probably missed that part. I guess tomorrow. It's Orientation Day, isn't it?"

"I wanted contact with the past," said Ben, "and Greatowl University is the best place for magic learning around. Both my uncle and my father learned here, my uncle learned Mind Harvesting, my father Enchanting. So, I guess I kind of followed their footsteps."

Read it, I guess. Further actions depend on the content, though I most likely will assume it's a prank. What would you do if you found in your pocket a bead of lerasium?

"Umm... Secrets of the past, actually." Said Ben, looking a bit embarrassed. "History is something of a passion of mine... But I guess skeleton minions are useful. For more... Practical stuff." He quickly changed the subject. "But yeah, Enchanting is cool, too! You can create some amazing items. If you're advanced enough, you can create items that can help you fly," he continued, the tips of his lips going slightly upwards. "like your clan's namesake."