"Allow me to explain." Vendel stood up from his kneel while Prisca rolled the scroll back up slowly. "While Ancients are similar to phoenixes in the sense that they rise up from their own ashes, Ancients are prone to self combustion in their new forms. The magic will overcome the new vessel and, well, explode."
"A lot of us died that way I believe." Prisca chimed in helpfully with a small smile on his face. It seems he decided to take over the explanation as he continued. "Although I am also not supposed to be blind in my new form. The only reason I am still like this is because it was not an attack to one of my previous vessels but to my soul. The only way to remove the disability would be for the caster to either remove it or die."
"So it's like the sigil of Angor Rot." Jim muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Sigil, definition, an inscribed or painted symbol considered to have magical power. Removal, death to caster or a forceful magical drain by the one cursed." Prisca held his forehead after spouting facts that seemed straight out of a book. "That is going to take some getting used to."
"Wow dude, you're like a dictionary! Or a computer!" Toby spoke up from his spot beside Aaarrrgghh, all traces of having shed tears gone.
"I don't know what a 'dude' or a 'computer' is but I do know what a dictionary is." He stood up and rand a hand through his hair to get the dust out. "This is the culmination of centuries of effort. The ability to transfer knowledge, without memory, into my new vessel. It has the unfortunate side-effect of headaches and oft times babbling. A minor side-effect to be sure when one considers the knowledge gained."
"Tobes it's almost like when you drank all of the Elix-lore and ate all those books in Blinky's library." Jim looked over to Toby who rubbed his stomach.
"Don't remind me. That was awful. Though the words tasted pretty good." It seemed that the room was calming down from everything that had happened. It was a good thing, now there were no tears or nervousness.
"Elix-lore? Is that what happened to my knowledge potion? Well it doesn't matter. I have grown tired of sitting on this throne." At first getting up was tough, and he had to have Vendel help him. Thankfully going into a new vessel saved him the pain of atrophied muscles and he was able to stand and walk on his own after some minor help. "I have a new vessel, and with it I can move around again. This is quite the exciting day." He stepped down from the dais to stand in front of the group of visitors. "Vendel, what name have I chosen?"
"You called yourself Prisca before the change. Would you like to settle for that?"
"Prisca, Latin, meaning the ancient. How... apt I suppose. I will settle for that for now." Prisca returned his attetnion back to the group standing in front of him. He had heard the clacking of metal on his floor as Jim stood with his friends. "I am deeply sorry, but you must have visited me last minute. I have no recollection of you in my memories. Could you possibly reintroduce yourselves?"
"I'm James Lake Junior, everyone just calls me Jim." It was so much more relaxing talking to someone who not only looked human, but also looked far closer to his age than he had before.
"My pleasure Jim."
"I'm Claire Nuñez, it's an honor to meet you... again." She held out her hand to shake his, before remembering that he was blind.
"Encantado de conocerte bella dama, y así mismo." He took her hand and kissed it lightly as he bowed. This caused Claire to blush and Jim to get slightly jealous. Why couldn't he speak Spanish like that? Why did she have to blush? He edged closer to her with a frown on his face. What did the guy even say?
"You know Spanish? I thought you couldn't see, how'd you know she held her hand out?" He asked, controlling his tone so that he didn't sound mad or jealous.
"Knowledge is transferred over, like I said. I may not have the memories of learning it, but I know it. Kind of like being good at something despite never coming in contact with it before. It's not exactly like that but that's the closest I can think of." He let go of Claire's hand and moved on to the next person. "As for how I could know she was holding her hand out, it is an amalgamation of various senses. I can hear the rustling of clothing, feel the movement of air, and most importantly, I can feel her magic."
"Hi, I'm Tobias Domzalski, again, Everyone calls me Toby, or Tobes, or TP." He had a smile on his face as he introduced himself. He always liked meeting new people. well, at least people who didn't make fun of him for being fat. "That's a pretty cool ability. How's it feel to have all that insane knowledge in your head?"
"I don't know how the knowledge is 'insane' as you say Toby, but the feeling is much like having a cup. Except no matter how much you fill it it it will never flow over. The cup is straining to hold all that in without breaking. If I had added memories into the formula you probably would have seen a rather large magical explosion." Prisca calmly stated with a smile. "It will take a while for the cup to get used to this strain, but once it does it'll be fine."
"So you're a balloon?"
"I don't know what that is."
I have to say, introducing an OC like this over the course of several chapters is entirely weird to me. I didn't even expect this outcome, I just rolled with it.