Recent content by Rosmakh W. Dowganosyv

Dowganosyv struggled to keep up. He already knew nothing about tulpas safe for how Nevali described them, and just when he thought he creatively past that question he saw it only lead into an even deeper investigation he wasn't at all ready for. What could it possibly mean to define a purpose...

"I wouldn't be as dismissive of gods. They are puny compared to the beings beyond, but you shouldn't needlessly anger them. After all, they make the trees grow and tides pull back and forth. They can do much worse to us than we can do to them" Rosmakh listened to nevali's next question with...

"Oh, hmm, which one to recommend? It is so hard to settle on just one" Dowganosyv looked between various books, muttering something under his breath. He flipped through an old notebook and put it down, leaving it's title "Discoveries 1732-1750" visible, before going on to examine the shelves...

Levin's laughter broke out throughout the apartment at Nevali's stunt with the slice. It boomed at first, but then he quieted down and only let himself chuckle looking at the new wall decoration high above Nevali's head. Dowganosyv was clearly far less amused, glaring at the sweet piece of bread...

"Oh, Jarl is in the Northlands like a duke or prince here, a very distinguished royal. One of them is the current minister of commerce, a wolverine just like myself" Rosmakh explained with a smile, before gesturing towards the door. "If you go down the stairs and turn opposite the entrance...

"Oh don't sell yourself short Madame Wayward, nobody will know of your true might until you tell them!" The wolverine was just as excited, his ears pirked and his snout wiggling as if he could sniff out the occult division from his apartment. He would often try to put in a word, but would stop...

"Hello..." Levin didn't say much more to Mattise, he clearly prefered Nevali's company much more but he didn't want to be rude and show it. He looked carefully at the weasel wizzard as she packed her things, somehow they at the same time looked much more complicated and extravagant than his...

Dowganosyv was taken aback by Nevali's experiment. For such a supposedly inquisitive and open-minded beast, Rosmakh actually didn't step much of his comfort zone when it came to the mundane. He couldn't imagine why anybody would think putting together the three radically different drinks in one...

Rosmakh listened closely. He wanted to find out more about the beasts of the stars, especially since he heard that young beasts adored stories of them even more than demonstrations of magic or lectures of the unknown ones. The tastes were very different here, and he was definitely going to ask...

"Beasts of the stars, yes" Dowganosyv looked out of the window, up at the darkening sky, as if the astral beasts could be clearly seen somewhere high above. "I had a friend a long, long time ago", the wolverine raised his paws as if to gesture at the time period, but brought them down. It was...

Dowganosyv let out 4 evenly spaced "ha" sounds, his mouth slightly open in a grin. "You know plenty about making choices, nevali Wayward. Levin, do as she said, one of each". Levin grinned wide, and once Nevali was comfortably situated in the sofa he began a strange ritual. The ermine climbed...

Levin's fur stood on end. Did he get it wrong? Well, of course he did, but was it his fault? He was certain that Professor Dowganosyv said Waybird, and when he strained his neck to peak at the envelope, he saw it read Waybird on it, in the wolverine's own handwriting. "I'm sorry, excuse me..."...

Dowganosyv was right that the visitor was quickly approaching. Whether it was a wild guess that got proven right, or if he could scence her with either his nose or some sense only he possessed, he was likely going to keep that to himself. Both wolverine and Ermine stood up at the knock, Levin...

Dear Nevali, Please allow me to introduce myself, and accept my appologies if my name and work is already familiar to you. I am Professor Rosmakh W. Dowganosyv, a fellow researcher in the occult, mystical and esoteric, ancestrally from the icy land of Fiador, Corporially from the Northlands...

It was as dark as a starless night in Professor Dowganosyv's apartment. This wasn't as much trouble for the two Northlander residents in it, who often had to work in less than favorable lighting conditions and thus relied on their night vision and other senses to work. Every beast had their...