Steampunk Alchemist

We have all seen that creepy face. 10/10.

James Holm Crownwell passes one of the billboards, noticing one of the notes. He grabs a few and folds them together, saving them in his surcoat. A few days later he would be seen handing them out in Kingston.

*After having taken a form from the billboard, James would rummage through his bloated satchel and draw a small vial of ink and a worn-out writing quill. After dipping the quill furiously he would begin scribbling eagerly onto the form, slowly and carefully answering each question. After having made sure that the ink had dried he would fasten the paper to the billboard.* Your Name: James H. Crownwell Your Age: 37 Your Race: Human. Are you wishing to join the college as a Mage, or a Pilgrim?: As a pilgrim, however as a former aspirant of the former college, I desire to become a student. My studies were abruptly ended by the event concerning the former Archmage. If joining as a mage, clarify on if you are currently skilled in the magical arts, or being taught by someone who is: This is sadly not active, my studies were discarded before I had a chance to practice it. What affinity of magic are you skilled in? Currently none, I am a blank sheet, ready for knowledge. (( OOC: MC Name: markdalgaard When did you join the server?: I was accepted unto the server on the 24th of august, 2011. I have been around for quite a while now.))

(( Do not question it! ))

"From? I hail from the Holy Empire of Oren." James takes another sip of his cup "And you, fair elf?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not. But it was still a story worth telling." James chuckles and lets out another sky of smoke, smirking to her. "Aha.. I would have been a story worth telling, one of its kind. But I fear he is just outside to gather more books for the library or discovering new types of magic. You can never be sure with Ambros". James gets out of his seat and pours some of the boiling water from the cauldron into his mug, he adds a few herbs from the pouch hanging on his belt and swirls it around.

"Well..... I am not entirely sure but the last time I saw him, he was busy feeding the kraken. I began walking out of the toiletorium and heard a large splash. I turned back and looked around but he was nowhere to be seen. The kraken looked well-fed through." James leans back in his chair and looks up on the celling, letting out small skies of smoke once in a while.

James notices Yuln, he remember her from earlier and follows her to the Atrium. As he takes another sip of his tea he shifts his gaze at the sketchbook and back at her. "Are you still waiting for Arch-mage Ambros?". James takes out his pipe while he waits for the answer and begins stuffing it with tobacco from a small tin can. He rummages through his pockets and takes out his flint and tinder, striking them against each other until a small sparks starts flying. He lights a small piece of cloth with it and lowers it into the pipe, after a little puffing on the pipe the tobacco finally catches on fire and smoke starts rising from it. "Hmh?"

James have been rushing back and forth inside the Wyveryn Hold, there was so many reagents he needed to gather, so many books he needed to read. Once in a while he would spend a moment at the gate to beed cooled down by the freezing breeze before running back down into the library. After having read about the different magic archetypes he would go back to the gate once more. He raises his hand and waves to the people outside the gate. He stands with a steaming hot cup of tea in his other hand which he takes a sip of once in a while. "Isn't this getting a little extreme? Standing out there could get you killed." (( You can reply to this))

I have finally discovered the meaning of this. It is so simple; look at the first.... *gets hit by arrow*