*With the hearth warm and his pipe freshly lit the artificer Barnabas Bluetongue slips in to his plush chair, sinking his robust frame once more in to the comfortable embrace. He places the pipe in to his scaled lips, a small spark jumping between and he reaches for his book. Years of study have culminated in to this tome and there is finally an opportunity to sit and read from his painstaking research. Arcane runes slip from the pages upon it's first opening, warding spells lighting aflame as the text dances in the ancient language. He eases back, unable to help a small smile creep along his lips as the rune page plays out the nature of its arcane secrets before him.*

Little something from a D&D character I am very much enjoying the playing of.

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