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| Pookie | Oct 3 2009, 10:12 PM Post #1 |
The Evil Genius
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Zorandia is a kingdom covering many different climes. The very northernmost area includes a vast mountain range and a harsh, cold climate, sparsely dotted with evergreens closer to the mountains and, further north towards the ocean, small bushes and wide expanses of lichen-covered wasteland before nothing but a horizon of snow. To the south is a humid, exotic jungle. To the east is a desert- once a thriving, ancient city and culture that suddenly disappeared almost 10,000 years ago, now nothing but sand and the occasional ruins peeking up through the blanket of hot, dry earth. The west, all cliffs and moorland, with thick, rolling hills of green here and there, host the second biggest city in the kingdom, the mouth of the single largest river that runs through all of Zorandia located there. The Capital is located directly in the center of the kingdom, the perfectly round continent Zorandia occupies leading the most important city to naturally be built there; not to mention the heart of the land’s power seeming to emanate from there. Forestry abounds throughout the central area of the kingdom, and there are various other cities that magical beings hold hidden amongst the Wildlands. Magical creatures exist- many times in harmony with humans, but many times do not. The Capital is enormous, by any standards. Being the largest and wealthiest city in the kingdom, it houses the Royal family and the seat of all magery. The Magic Academy was located in the heart of the Capital, the expanse of graceful stone architecture like to that boasted by the High Elves carved into impossible shapes that no stoneworker’s hands could ever hope to accomplish, rivaled even that of the Royal Castle. The place is nearly six stories tall, not including the towers or underground levels. Multiple towers of varying heights and widths spring like wild daisies from seemingly random place among the sprawling halls; a maze of classrooms and studies, libraries and personal suites, servant’s quarters and kitchens, gardens and places of relaxation, the Great Menagery, the Mausoleum and Museum of Artifacts, and outdoor and indoor training areas surrounded by the hallways connecting the vast pseudo-city- and that was only the areas not enchanted to be bigger on the inside than on the outside. The place was large enough to encompass an entire city just within it’s walls; and in a way, it did. Anyone who understands the workings of the place would feel comfortable calling it it’s own, and the place was already referred to as Magecity. The Academy itself is only a small section of the place; Magecity was a culmination of a sort of mage hostel, the permanent residence of a great many mages, the place where nearly all mage research was done, a school, the ultimate library of all mage knowledge, the resting place of mages, and the meeting place of the Mages Circle. The Mages Circle, a separate entity and entirely free of control by the Crown, oversees all business with mages. They are responsible for anything that comes of magic used by humans, and are the human emissaries to the Other races; the Elves, Fey, Goblins, Dwarves, Trolls, Lycans, Vampires, Demons, Dragons, Unicorns, and other creatures. It is also their job to protect humans from magical attack. It is the beginning of summer, just after sunrise. The marketplace is open and already filled, the city already awake and going about their business. A new semester for classes at the Magic Academy is open; many seats are already taken, and the Senior Mage Apprentices are on their final schooling. For the Seniors, their final task is one year of journeying throughout the kingdom, testing their abilities and settling disputes or other problems involving magic. But this year is different. The Seniors already on their journey are suddenly disappearing, leaving no traces behind. Rumors abound as to what is actually happening, but one thing is for sure: the Mages Circle is worried. They have convened much more often than normal, and are often locked in their meeting chambers for days on end. Nothing has been said for the new Seniors. They are still given their Journeyman staffs and sent out into the field, but tension and dread are thick amongst them. Normally, Seniors journey on their own- not a rule, but something of a tradition. However… these times are different. It only makes sense to group up, does it not? |
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| Pookie | Oct 4 2009, 05:32 PM Post #2 |
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The Evil Genius
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ooc! xD This is a very long-winded post. o.o; bic! Luca let out a soft sigh, silver eyes wandering over the scenery the window he leaned against provided. There wasn’t much to look at from there; he was on the ground floor, in the entrance chamber to the Magic Academy. His richly colored maroon, navy, and gold robes draped over his lengthy frame, curling black hair still damp from the shower he’d had minutes ago in preparation for the ceremony sticking to his face. He brushed it idly away, glancing out over the throng of whispering graduates. They were all worked up about the disappearances, dampening the excitement of actually graduating and becoming, at least in part, free from the irritating control of their teachers. They would be on their own once they were given their Journeyman staves, and he couldn’t wait. He’d behaved himself well enough, softened up the ridiculously eccentric idiots so no one would question his motives when, say, he wandered into the forbidden magics kept in the library. Well. That was their great mistake. Necromancy- a forbidden art- had been kept in those books; death magic, blood magic, the things that the Mages Circle deemed evil and corrupt… But power was simply a tool, a means to an end- no matter what form it took. Luca had taken to these unhallowed arts as easily as a fish to water, and had practiced in the darkest depths of the Undercity; the Mausoleum. Raising the dead really wasn’t that hard… He let the thoughts of his secret training ebb away, not wishing to catch the attention of those who often heard the whispers of the mind; though he’d successfully mastered cloaking his own thoughts, he would never make the mistake of underestimating the mages. Many a great man had fallen because of that. “Hey Luce. I see you’re all dressed and ready for the promotion.” He turned an icy eye on the young woman who’d addressed him, mouth twitching just the slightest in aggravation. “Prince Luca.” “Not as long as you’re here, you’re not. You’re an equal among mages; all that social hierarchy goblin dung is null.” She smiled, jade eyes gleaming with amusement. The half-elf stood only a few inches shorter than he, very tall for a woman. Her light blonde hair was cut short, save for the near shoulder length bangs that swept to the right. She grinned, putting her hands on her hips and turned to look over the crowd of students. “Anyways, you’ll have to drop that aristocratic crap once you’re out journeying. If anyone knows who you are and word gets out, we’ll be in trouble.” He chose to ignore her, as always. Amadala was a pest, but one that he couldn’t avoid. Being the third most promising student to have completed training in almost five generations, with himself at number one, she was given the task of accompanying him almost everywhere. It was incredibly irritating though; he couldn’t order her away, couldn’t kill her, or otherwise be rid of the fiend. Amadala laughed, the sound grating on his nerves. She knew how he was; she’d been around him enough to know what he hated, and laughter was one of them- especially hers. “You know I’m right. So you might as well get off that high horse of yours and come back down where everyone else is standing. At least then you’ll blend in a little.” Her fair skin and pointed ears, as well as her angled facial features gave the distinct impression of her ancestors, though it was obvious she wasn’t quite all Elven. She wasn’t graced with their incredible agility and inhuman beauty, though by human standards she was incredibly attractive. She smoothed her dark green and gold robes, glancing mischievously at him from the corner of her eye. He looked down at her, resisting the urge to ask what it was she was giving him that look for, instead opting for his what-is-it-now? expression. She chuckled, shaking her head, the earring hanging exposed in her left ear chiming like tiny bells. “Nothing. But I heard about that fiancé of yours. She’s quite the little bubble of joy.” Luca turned to face her, eyes narrowed. “It is an arranged marriage.” “Sure, sure.” She laughed, waving it off. It was nearly time; their teachers would be coming out shortly to give the ceremonial speech and then hand each student their staves. The staves, right now nothing but a bunch of wooden sticks, would change upon touching the hand of its master, reflecting the nature of their power. She was eager to see what hers would come out as; though, being only half human, she was worried that it wouldn’t work. Still, she could always look forward to what Luca’s would be like- though she had a creeping suspicion that it wouldn’t be as attractive as the teachers thought. Having spent many years by his side, she knew how dark his heart actually was. She could never bear to touch his skin, the nightmares that assaulted her on the spot often left her breathless, covered in cold sweat and burned as if she’d touched metal that had been left out in the Northern snows. She’d never told anyone, hoping it was just her and not some portentous omen of horrifying things to come. To be sure, she’d made it her life’s goal to keep him in touch with humanity, keep him out of the darkness- at least, as much as she could. Crossing her arms, she relaxed and leaned back against the wall next to him. With a bored yawn, she let her gaze wander around the room. Luca resumed his empty stare out the window, waiting for the ceremony to begin. |
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