06-18-2017, 06:30 PM
(06-17-2017, 11:44 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote:Feizel stares excitedly at the text, and closes the book, tossing it off the table. "Proper communication at last! Also, I give credit where credit is due, and that my friend is A job well done with translation. What do you want to know first? Some heavy stuff went down in the allyeway..."(06-16-2017, 07:55 PM)achroma Wrote: feizel stares blankly at the rune for a short period of time "That's a start... lemme get a runic encylopidia real quick so we can communicate a bit more efficiently. He heads into the library, not noticing Austin or the stone avali, and takes a pile of books back to the golem. "Let's see..."
He begins to flip though the pages trying to find the corresponding rune
//draconic, Celtic and few more of the common ones. if he doesn't know, it's probably in a book
///Makes sense.
It would be a bit easier to find than one would think, even if it still took a bit of time. The "Min" Pseudomeric 'rune'... Well, that wasn't a word in common English, pseudomeric, probably something lost in translation. Though it was described as a "false rune commonly used to throw off even the most well versed in this line of research". "Requiring direct knowledge on it as with the many other false runes in order to see it for what it was". "A simple decoy to distract from the actual runes likely written elsewhere or within it." "Though each false rune is based upon a real rune, with Min being based around the idea of runes referring to the mind. Note: The original language's phrase for mind does not translate well into common. The similarity of "min" to the word mind is simply a coincidence."
The clipboard that had been discarded sparked alight with several different colours as the sheet of paper that had remained suspended burned away. Ashes lending a dreary scent into the air as the rune now floated upon the air unassisted. Now maintaining a shape altogether different from the false rune before as it matured to fruition from the radiant energy... Work of a sort that Feizel had partly seen from Azurei. lending a slight familiarity to it. Words in many texts flashed through the air, as if written in the breath of some whispering vapor. Before it settled on an old form text in common. "Can you read this?" The golem retrieved the clipboard, using it like some sort of runic control panel. It was clear by how it used it's hands that the use of a pencil was an impossibility now. So the use of magic to converse through text may not have been so fancy as it seemed.
Feizel bends down to pick up and stow the fallen boom on a adjacent shelf.