"I'll ask the more scholarly among the Loreseekers to search the archives," the Provost said, brow still furrowed in a frown. "But... I may need to seek out guidance from the gods, as well. Which is never a guarantee of getting an answer, much less the one you want to hear."
Knowledge could be a burden as well as a lantern against the dark; few knew that better than a lorekeeper Oracle, though he did what he could to guide his guildmates down paths towards the joy of discovering new things rather than the weight of bearing information too terrible to be shared. As he experienced the agony of Deimos's life draining magic, he was given another way that knowledge could hurt - the physical cost of learning something new, something that could very well kill him if he didn't trust in his own ability to endure it, and Deimos's control to end the spell on command.
Though he forced his will against the magic, envisioning a mental shield, spiritual armor, magical defenses, there was no lessening of the effect. Resistance was, in fact, futile - but the lesson learned was still valuable. Though it was painful, it wasn't entirely debilitating, nor was it instantaneous. And now, if it happened again, he wouldn't be caught by the shock of not knowing what it was he was feeling.
For once not too proud, Jigano let the wooden sword fall and wrapped a weakened hand around Deimos's proffered arm, leaning into the other man's strength and quite willing to be guided to sit down nearby at a broken stone wall of a convenient height. "I've been better," he admitted, gaining control of his breathing and managing a wry smile at the mountain. "That's a hell of a trick, though. A material to absorb magic... or better yet, reflects it... that would be worth looking into," he agreed with a nod that turned into a grimace. "Though... I think not today. No rush but... do you think I could get a hand back to the Infirmary, when you get the chance? I'm about due for another lecture from Vai anyways..."
Knowledge could be a burden as well as a lantern against the dark; few knew that better than a lorekeeper Oracle, though he did what he could to guide his guildmates down paths towards the joy of discovering new things rather than the weight of bearing information too terrible to be shared. As he experienced the agony of Deimos's life draining magic, he was given another way that knowledge could hurt - the physical cost of learning something new, something that could very well kill him if he didn't trust in his own ability to endure it, and Deimos's control to end the spell on command.
Though he forced his will against the magic, envisioning a mental shield, spiritual armor, magical defenses, there was no lessening of the effect. Resistance was, in fact, futile - but the lesson learned was still valuable. Though it was painful, it wasn't entirely debilitating, nor was it instantaneous. And now, if it happened again, he wouldn't be caught by the shock of not knowing what it was he was feeling.
For once not too proud, Jigano let the wooden sword fall and wrapped a weakened hand around Deimos's proffered arm, leaning into the other man's strength and quite willing to be guided to sit down nearby at a broken stone wall of a convenient height. "I've been better," he admitted, gaining control of his breathing and managing a wry smile at the mountain. "That's a hell of a trick, though. A material to absorb magic... or better yet, reflects it... that would be worth looking into," he agreed with a nod that turned into a grimace. "Though... I think not today. No rush but... do you think I could get a hand back to the Infirmary, when you get the chance? I'm about due for another lecture from Vai anyways..."
