Mar 14, 2019 8:22 pm
This prologue is a locked thread; no IC reply required, simply an introduction to the upcoming campaign.
Prologue:
"Speaking for Veridium College, Athisa Veras."
The voice echoed in the oddly-shaped room. Magic formed the very bones of the School, and it often found unusual ways of influencing the day-to-day work that went on inside. The Adjunct Hall was a prime example: the room had 19 corners. Most days. Other days it had 13, still others it had 7. Regardless of geometry, voices were always amplified for reasons unknown, though not for lack of studying. It was said that the great scholar Urocyn spent seven years studying only Adjunct Hall and came away vowing never to set foot inside again.
The voice belonged to a woman of indeterminate old age, who stood from her chair leaning on a wooden-hafted spear. "We put forth Krav Thorne. His particular talents will be useful in the world of the aftermath," she stated in clear tones. A white-robed woman nearby leaned over to her neighbor and whispered something, but no one spoke in argument. A scribe wrote the name in a heavy book open on a wooden stand in front of him, and Athisa Veras sat back down.
"Speaking for Granite College, Coram Antior," said a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair and deeply tanned skin, his voice a light tenor. "We put forth Yelnar. By the Stones, the boy could do better than hauling bricks about the city."
A few nearby chuckled, and the scribe dutifully recorded the second name.
"Dawnstone College, Radisa Tinemyto."
The priestess of Occasa, her dark skin indicating her Rhamian heritage, stood. As usual, she used few words, leaning her hands on the table before her and looking around the room as if daring anyone to speak against her. "Ephwrath, the dwarf."
A representative from Opal College, the formal pin indicating his affiliation at his collar, snorted aloud. "First, you'll have to find him in the Library. And then, you'll have to drag him out. And he still might be clutching a book. Why Ephwrath?"
Radisa turned to the half-elven scholar. "Because he has a higher calling. Do you oppose?" she said flatly, dark eyes flashing. The scholar held up his hands in mock surrender, and said nothing in return.
Prologue:
"Speaking for Veridium College, Athisa Veras."
The voice echoed in the oddly-shaped room. Magic formed the very bones of the School, and it often found unusual ways of influencing the day-to-day work that went on inside. The Adjunct Hall was a prime example: the room had 19 corners. Most days. Other days it had 13, still others it had 7. Regardless of geometry, voices were always amplified for reasons unknown, though not for lack of studying. It was said that the great scholar Urocyn spent seven years studying only Adjunct Hall and came away vowing never to set foot inside again.
The voice belonged to a woman of indeterminate old age, who stood from her chair leaning on a wooden-hafted spear. "We put forth Krav Thorne. His particular talents will be useful in the world of the aftermath," she stated in clear tones. A white-robed woman nearby leaned over to her neighbor and whispered something, but no one spoke in argument. A scribe wrote the name in a heavy book open on a wooden stand in front of him, and Athisa Veras sat back down.
"Speaking for Granite College, Coram Antior," said a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair and deeply tanned skin, his voice a light tenor. "We put forth Yelnar. By the Stones, the boy could do better than hauling bricks about the city."
A few nearby chuckled, and the scribe dutifully recorded the second name.
"Dawnstone College, Radisa Tinemyto."
The priestess of Occasa, her dark skin indicating her Rhamian heritage, stood. As usual, she used few words, leaning her hands on the table before her and looking around the room as if daring anyone to speak against her. "Ephwrath, the dwarf."
A representative from Opal College, the formal pin indicating his affiliation at his collar, snorted aloud. "First, you'll have to find him in the Library. And then, you'll have to drag him out. And he still might be clutching a book. Why Ephwrath?"
Radisa turned to the half-elven scholar. "Because he has a higher calling. Do you oppose?" she said flatly, dark eyes flashing. The scholar held up his hands in mock surrender, and said nothing in return.