Welcome to No Books of Men! We are a modern alternate history board set in a magical school nestled in the Columbiana Valley of the Rocky Mountains. Students of the Collegium Illustrata Columbiana (commonly called simply The Academy) are free to explore their wildest imaginations in learning the mystic arts, so long as it does not jeopardize the ongoing Shadow War with the Exarchs. How will you live up to the legacies of Merlin?
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Bill scuttled out of the cafe with a hesitant smile towards Walter, his mind running rings of panic around itself. How could he be in America, how long had he been in the Hedge this time, how sane was he?
He looked at his comrade, a rather stoic looking gentleman but he seemed kind and helpful, that's all that mattered right now.
"C... could you begin at the start, what is this place, what is special about it? What is the primary focus of the university?"
Bill looked up and down the cold street as they padded along, his flip-flops slapping against his feet softly.
Unaccustomed to playing the guide, Walter does his best anyway. He gestures back toward the Hag with a sweep of his arm. "Well, the coffee shop we just left is the Hag. It is quite popular with students, despite requiring them to leave campus and venture downtown as it does..."
As they move on, heading toward the University, Walter does his best to answer some of the new arrival's questions. "Well, I'm not really the best person to ask, just being a groundskeeper. But the University is known for specialising in more esoteric pursuits."
Walter wonders if that statement requires extrapolation at all. Bill seemed to have his head screwed on - other than the whole matter of location. Regardless, Walter elected to offer "Put it this way, no-one really comes here on a sports scholarship...." by way of additional explanation.
What was it with Walter and sports? Bill mused as he staggered slightly through the streets. The thorns were finally disintegrating from view and he began to feel the chill in the air.
"I see. Tell me are there many councilors at the school for the students? I imagine there would be if this University is focused on the esoteric nature of reality." He walked in time with the groundskeeper as they made their way down the street. Walter pointing things out and Bill paying some attention but not all. Not if there were thorns in his vision.
He needed a job soon. He needed to find more Changelings sooner.
"I'm not really sure about the administration of the university, to be honest.". Walter could talk in great detail about the logistics of the place, or the layout of each campus. But when it came to the people, well, that wasn't really anything he concerned himself with.
"...Though I expect you're right. Plenty of work for counsellors, I'd imagine."
As they started down the street, Walter stopped short. He smacked his forehead and groaned. "I've forgotten my bags. All my supplies for the Christmas holidays. Mind if we pop back?"
Leaving no time for his new friend to answer, Walter changed plans. "Never mind... I'll run on back and get them. Two minutes..."
He then darted off back toward The Hag. He kept up quite a pace as he disappeared out of sight. Soon enough, he was jogging back, laden down with bags of food and decorations.
Bill watched his comrade jog off towards the Hag again. Strange man but useful. He stamped his feet before reaching into his pockets and pulling out a small chili like goblin fruit. He began chewing on it feeling its warmth flooding through his blood.
As Walter came back heavily laden with all sorts of trinkets and oddments bill smiled. "Would you like a hand?"
Bill nodded at Walter as they walked down the street. "Well we were talking about the University and it's studies. Potential employment and so on. Anything you might know about it. What goes on here," He smiled gently at Walter. "Anything you can tell me about it."
He looked around the cold street as the wind blew across his face. Presents for family he guessed but Walter hadn't mentioned anything of the sort. Just presents. Best not to ask. Walter seemed to be a man who liked to keep everything private and Bill could accept that. It made everything easier.
Walter shakes his head slowly, shrugging his shoulders just a little. "I'm afraid I don't have any names for you to contact as regards seeking employment..."
Recommencing their progress away from the coffee shop and toward the university, Walter walked beside and a little in front. Unaccustomed to acting as guide as he is, he seems to be enthusiastically embracing the role. As best he can, anyhow. "I would imagine it would be the best place for you, vocation-wise. Pretty much everyone I meet since I moved back here seems to have some kind of connection there. Either as student, teacher or ancilliary staff...", he said.
Bill nodded as his comrade did his best to explain the town but it seemed to Bill that the man was having a bit of difficulty. Bill began to turn his attention to the packages in Walter's arms looking at them with a slight smile.
"Packages for your children, Walter? Or close friends?" He smiled slightly as thorns began to work his way into vision again. These ones seemed to be less agitating though.
He patted his pockets gently. "I fear it is a bit late for me to purchase anything for my friends," he chortled dryly.