Post by Sorrows on Oct 17, 2005 19:03:47 GMT -8
Alone against a clear sky stood a magnificently ornate tower, majestic and brilliant, stretching for what seemed forever up towards the heavens. It was as if a sole pillar to the kingdom of the angels, in all its glory. Seemingly crafted by artisans to the gods themselves, it shone with the radiance of a perfect star. The outside was guilded in a seemingly endless pattern as it rose from the earth, as if some great glyph that twisted so intricately that it become beyond comprehension. The tower's base stood upon an island, surrounded by a large river that wound upon itself, like magic, never having start nor finish. From this island, connecting from the tower to the land across the river was a large and equally magnificent bridge, arching like an angel's brow. Large, marble walls connecting to the bridge wound around the shore of the river, fencing in the tower from the water. To the land it connected, a small city rested, winding around the tower like the river itself. It stretched for about a mile to every side. The city seemed normal enough, not elegant and elaborate like the tower, but made of wood and stone, full of peasants and farmers, like any other place. The city had no walls surrounding it, nor any military post or guard towers of any recognizable sort. The townsfolk simply went along their business, content and sure of their own doings, well at ease. Within the city stood several inns at the general directions of the roads from East, North, South, and West, respectively. Several shops, including market, wares, and other small-life establishments also set up amongst the small city.
(~ I wanted the SL to mostly be of the tower, but the city is also there to give more freedom. ~)
*A figure strolled into town, North along the road towards the tower's gates, robed, hooded and cloaked with elaborate crimson silk. Upon his vestments he wore a signet that displayed an intricate combination of the elements. The Burning Falcon, the Ethereal Eagle, the Streaking Hawk, and the Stone Vulture, woven together in some great struggle, and in the background a huge bird of silver hue spread its wings to cover the four. Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Spirit. He strode towards a nearby villager sitting outside the near inn. A melodical voice rang out from 'neath the dark hood. "Is that the White Tower, in which the Elemental School of the Magics resides?" The villager simply nodded, paying almost no attention to the man. It was obvious he was not suprised by his attire, nor cared for what he knew to be a Wielder. The hooded figure nodded in return and continued towards the tower. He crossed the great marbled bridge, where it seemed the village-folk did not venture. As he approached the tower's gates, he drew back his hood and stared upwards towards the seemingly endless tower heights. Now, within the light, stood a young man, fair and elegant, but his eyes an entrancing black. His hair was as white as the tower, cut at ear-length shaggily. He meerly smirked at the awe-inspiring sight. He continued towards the tower, crossing in through the large marble doors. Despite their immense size and the weight of the material they were crafted with, the doors swung with ease, as if they were lighter than feathers. The main hall was as large and ornate as the outside suggested, marbled pillars lining the way to a large, also marbled desk. The whole place seemed to be made of any elegant material that shone brilliant and white, and guilded by artisan craftsmen. He strode up to the main desk, which was surrounded by large comfy chairs, nearly the size of couches, and two fires that burned on both sides, but gave off no glow. To the left and right there were huge stairs that wound upwards and out of sight. He smirked at the woman behind the desk, who was attired in a long white robe, hood drawn, and a sash at the neck that held the only color in the place; the same signet that he wore upon his cloak. "I was summoned here by the High Seat. I am Minate Borne." The woman's eyes never changed, her glance a void, calculated, and without emotion. "Proceed." He glanced left and right towards the split stairs and back at her again. "Travel by flame. The highest room," she said simply. The man nodded and turned towards the fireplace on his right. He stepped towards it. The mantle was large enough for even a man of 9 feet to stand inside. The robed man simply walked into the empty flames and then, in a single moment, out again into a completely different room. He looked around and saw a simlilarly white, ornate room, but this one was decorated with tapestry and guilding depicting the elements. Every color equally represented in a stunning array. At the center stood a long desk of silver, topped by statues and figures of a most odd assortment. Behind, in a large, guilded high-back chair, sat a woman who wore a much more elegant robe of White, with sashes of every color running across her shoulder to her waist. She was beautiful beyond mortality, her face seemed to depict elegance itself and her eyes seemed vast pools of endless knowledge. She spoke like an angel, her voice seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere. It was in his mind. "Minate Borne, Elemental Wielder. It is good you have come. I suppose you know why?" Minate simply nodded, almost bowing at the same time. "Good, you shall begin your lessons with the Basics Class. I trust you should be able to handle the Acolytes?" Again he nodded. "Well then, you shall be housed at the lower floors, with your students. Classes will begin as soon as you're settled. Your students shall arrive shortly, some are already settling in." He nodded a final time, knowing he was being dismissed. He turned and walked towards the fire once more. "Oh, and High Borne.. Let's stick to the basics, shall we? We do not need any unnecessary.. accidents with the new enlisted." He simply continued to walk, and disappeared in the fire. The woman laughed. "He should make for an interest."
(~ Alright, sorry for the huge intro. Basic run-down. It's a school for elemental magic inside of a tower. You come to be tested for prowess or to refine your potential. The tower is surrounded by a city, but the townsfolk are none-too-friendly towards the 'Wielders' or magic-users. Anyone is welcome. Choose a town-ward enterance, or the dorms for the Acolytes are the lowest floor above the main hall. If you wish to start as a teacher or higher student, we could use a couple, but not many. Depends on the amount of people that join the thread. All races, genders, and species are welcome. ~)
(~ I wanted the SL to mostly be of the tower, but the city is also there to give more freedom. ~)
*A figure strolled into town, North along the road towards the tower's gates, robed, hooded and cloaked with elaborate crimson silk. Upon his vestments he wore a signet that displayed an intricate combination of the elements. The Burning Falcon, the Ethereal Eagle, the Streaking Hawk, and the Stone Vulture, woven together in some great struggle, and in the background a huge bird of silver hue spread its wings to cover the four. Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Spirit. He strode towards a nearby villager sitting outside the near inn. A melodical voice rang out from 'neath the dark hood. "Is that the White Tower, in which the Elemental School of the Magics resides?" The villager simply nodded, paying almost no attention to the man. It was obvious he was not suprised by his attire, nor cared for what he knew to be a Wielder. The hooded figure nodded in return and continued towards the tower. He crossed the great marbled bridge, where it seemed the village-folk did not venture. As he approached the tower's gates, he drew back his hood and stared upwards towards the seemingly endless tower heights. Now, within the light, stood a young man, fair and elegant, but his eyes an entrancing black. His hair was as white as the tower, cut at ear-length shaggily. He meerly smirked at the awe-inspiring sight. He continued towards the tower, crossing in through the large marble doors. Despite their immense size and the weight of the material they were crafted with, the doors swung with ease, as if they were lighter than feathers. The main hall was as large and ornate as the outside suggested, marbled pillars lining the way to a large, also marbled desk. The whole place seemed to be made of any elegant material that shone brilliant and white, and guilded by artisan craftsmen. He strode up to the main desk, which was surrounded by large comfy chairs, nearly the size of couches, and two fires that burned on both sides, but gave off no glow. To the left and right there were huge stairs that wound upwards and out of sight. He smirked at the woman behind the desk, who was attired in a long white robe, hood drawn, and a sash at the neck that held the only color in the place; the same signet that he wore upon his cloak. "I was summoned here by the High Seat. I am Minate Borne." The woman's eyes never changed, her glance a void, calculated, and without emotion. "Proceed." He glanced left and right towards the split stairs and back at her again. "Travel by flame. The highest room," she said simply. The man nodded and turned towards the fireplace on his right. He stepped towards it. The mantle was large enough for even a man of 9 feet to stand inside. The robed man simply walked into the empty flames and then, in a single moment, out again into a completely different room. He looked around and saw a simlilarly white, ornate room, but this one was decorated with tapestry and guilding depicting the elements. Every color equally represented in a stunning array. At the center stood a long desk of silver, topped by statues and figures of a most odd assortment. Behind, in a large, guilded high-back chair, sat a woman who wore a much more elegant robe of White, with sashes of every color running across her shoulder to her waist. She was beautiful beyond mortality, her face seemed to depict elegance itself and her eyes seemed vast pools of endless knowledge. She spoke like an angel, her voice seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere. It was in his mind. "Minate Borne, Elemental Wielder. It is good you have come. I suppose you know why?" Minate simply nodded, almost bowing at the same time. "Good, you shall begin your lessons with the Basics Class. I trust you should be able to handle the Acolytes?" Again he nodded. "Well then, you shall be housed at the lower floors, with your students. Classes will begin as soon as you're settled. Your students shall arrive shortly, some are already settling in." He nodded a final time, knowing he was being dismissed. He turned and walked towards the fire once more. "Oh, and High Borne.. Let's stick to the basics, shall we? We do not need any unnecessary.. accidents with the new enlisted." He simply continued to walk, and disappeared in the fire. The woman laughed. "He should make for an interest."
(~ Alright, sorry for the huge intro. Basic run-down. It's a school for elemental magic inside of a tower. You come to be tested for prowess or to refine your potential. The tower is surrounded by a city, but the townsfolk are none-too-friendly towards the 'Wielders' or magic-users. Anyone is welcome. Choose a town-ward enterance, or the dorms for the Acolytes are the lowest floor above the main hall. If you wish to start as a teacher or higher student, we could use a couple, but not many. Depends on the amount of people that join the thread. All races, genders, and species are welcome. ~)