Collect the full set of mages having a bad month (semi-open)

[overharrowed]

WHO: Julius and assorted
WHAT: Julius is really sick of these phylactery shenanigans
WHEN: Catch-all for Guardian
WHERE: Various points around Kirkwall
NOTES: Starters below, but if you want to do something, feel free to DM or hit me up on Plurk/Discord. Discussion of burns and other fairly light injuries, to be updated if anything worse happens.

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For Myr

[overharrowed]

Julius gave Myr a bit of space to rest after the cure had been announced. Everyone had pushed themselves, arguably too much, and they deserved a break.

That said, Myr has a mind for research, and given that it's been confirmed the problem is not confined to mages who'd been at Kinloch Hold, Julius is ready to admit he could use some help. Given that remotely severing the connection between a mage and their phylactery is, if not impossible, something that no one would write about, Julius' best hope is a method for finding the culprit. But he's also willing to admit that perhaps he's overlooking something. He's still tired, and not at his best.

(And, perhaps less pressingly, Julius wouldn't mind seeing someone he considers a friend these days, though that wouldn't seem enough of a reason on its own.)

[faithlikeaseed]

It was a rest sorely needed, and Myr'd spent as much of it humanly elvenly possible asleep. Still not enough to make up for how far he'd depleted his own reserves--but it's put some spring back into his step and given him the wherewithal to face this next crisis with something like equanimity.

He arrives at Julius' door on time and with lunch (food is affection and they'd a penchant for missing meals when they really got going, besides). Given the invitation extended he doesn't bother to knock, merely lets himself in and makes a beeline for where he last remembered a suitable table. "How're you holding up?" he asks, laying out what he's brought--hearty stuff and unimaginative, given the Gallows' stores are growing thin this time of year. "No other fireballs, I hope."

[overharrowed]

"Luckily no," Julius says, seated at the table, still where Myr remembers. He'd normally get up, but frankly he's a bit sore these days and he doesn't think Myr will mind the slight informality. "Mostly paralysis, which is unnerving but doesn't have a blast radius, at least." (He's grateful that his life seldom puts him in situations where a few minutes frozen is more than an unsettling nuisance.)

"How have you been? It's been a rough time for everyone, but researchers have had a heavier load, I think."