( Well good/bad news about that, Kyle — Jack knows approximately fuck-all about his surroundings or his circumstances here. He's an absolutely awful source for information for the newly acclimatizing. But what he does know a ton about?
Useless literature nobody cares about reading. It's clear he's pleased by the interest, because he shifts in his chair, lowering the book down for now. In the process, it's hard to miss the fact that he's missing a finger on his left hand. His pinky was obviously cleanly severed some time ago, the stub has healed over completely. )
Okay, so- the first book is about this custodian that works in Castle Thorne, and I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure these are fake? It could be somebody's diary from a century ago, or it could even be that somebody's just literally writing fanfiction about someone that lived in the castle. Either way, this sanitations worker-slash-mage stumbles across a secret laboratory hidden in the dungeons, and they decide it's probably in their job description to clean it. Except, when they start to take out the trash they realize it's full of all these shards of glass from broken jars and test tubes. Before they can make heads or tails of it, the mage-scientist-wizard that must own the lab stumbles out of one of the back rooms and he's just covered head to toe in some kind of magical necrotizing fasciitis. The janitor, being of reasonably sound mind if questionable initial decision making for the purposes of spring-boarding the plot I assume, makes a run for it — unfortunately releasing the mage into the castle behind him. From there it's a lot like a zombie movie, except if the zombies were also wizards and their touch caused your skin to decay while it ate your mental faculties.
( Did you sign up for the entire novel, Kyle? No? Sorry, this is just. Jack, as a person. He loves stories, both reading them and telling them. )
Slowly but surely, the necrotic zombie magic plague begins to spread through the castle. This stirs up a surprisingly topical debate over quarantining wings while struggling to come up with a magical cure. There's this whole political intrigue plot over why they were experimenting with something like biological warfare in the first place, and about who intended to use it on who. The Queen initially commissioned it to be used against the Free Cities to convert their armies and essentially wipe them off the battlefield, but the queen's handmaiden wanted to use it on the queen to get her out of the picture because her brother, the arch-mage, was sleeping with the queen's husband. It's supposed to be a secret, except who's the one subsection of people that are in on all of the castle's secrets?
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Useless literature nobody cares about reading. It's clear he's pleased by the interest, because he shifts in his chair, lowering the book down for now. In the process, it's hard to miss the fact that he's missing a finger on his left hand. His pinky was obviously cleanly severed some time ago, the stub has healed over completely. )
Okay, so- the first book is about this custodian that works in Castle Thorne, and I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure these are fake? It could be somebody's diary from a century ago, or it could even be that somebody's just literally writing fanfiction about someone that lived in the castle. Either way, this sanitations worker-slash-mage stumbles across a secret laboratory hidden in the dungeons, and they decide it's probably in their job description to clean it. Except, when they start to take out the trash they realize it's full of all these shards of glass from broken jars and test tubes. Before they can make heads or tails of it, the mage-scientist-wizard that must own the lab stumbles out of one of the back rooms and he's just covered head to toe in some kind of magical necrotizing fasciitis. The janitor, being of reasonably sound mind if questionable initial decision making for the purposes of spring-boarding the plot I assume, makes a run for it — unfortunately releasing the mage into the castle behind him. From there it's a lot like a zombie movie, except if the zombies were also wizards and their touch caused your skin to decay while it ate your mental faculties.
( Did you sign up for the entire novel, Kyle? No? Sorry, this is just. Jack, as a person. He loves stories, both reading them and telling them. )
Slowly but surely, the necrotic zombie magic plague begins to spread through the castle. This stirs up a surprisingly topical debate over quarantining wings while struggling to come up with a magical cure. There's this whole political intrigue plot over why they were experimenting with something like biological warfare in the first place, and about who intended to use it on who. The Queen initially commissioned it to be used against the Free Cities to convert their armies and essentially wipe them off the battlefield, but the queen's handmaiden wanted to use it on the queen to get her out of the picture because her brother, the arch-mage, was sleeping with the queen's husband. It's supposed to be a secret, except who's the one subsection of people that are in on all of the castle's secrets?
( That's right.
The janitors. )