Restoration Of The Mages Guild

[CaptainSheepy 317]

The Restoration of the Mages Guild

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The following individuals would, regardless of affiliation with any orders or individuals, be denied access to the Guild hall:

Belron

Mahina

Unidentified individuals

 

 

The lights of the hall flicker alight, awakening from their long slumber. Hidden from sight in the snow-capped mountains of the north the forgotten is remembered; The cast aside is retrieved. The lost is found once more.

 

Purpose.

 

Dust has gathered upon the surfaces, only to be strewn about the place by the sudden activity. Chairs are placed along the crescent table’s edge ‘til no room yet remains for them. For lack of seating the remaining stand, lingering up to the back wall of the meeting room.

 

To the front stands a large sandstone wall, an equal-sized map of the lands stretched and pinned across it. But a pedestal has been placed in front of it, obscuring the inner lands of Athera from view.

 

On the other side of the podium stands a slender, pale elf adorned in green. Between the strands of platinum hair, a young and unblemished face with angled features. Those who knew him would recognise him as Archmage Ceruberr.

 

Before the three Archmages of the guild stood the apprentices, instructors and guildmasters alike. Behind the three stands a man few in the room recognize. His visage covered by a pristine white beard and his arms by delicately traced markings, running from his hands upwards only to disappear under the coverings of his sleeves.

 

A meeting of the Mages Guild has been called.

 

Archmage Ceruberr raises his arms before him in an embracing manner.

 

"Welcome both colleagues and friends. I thank you all for attending however I must cut short this introduction as the hour grows late and there is much to discuss.

 

The recent events concerning the return of the Betrayer as well as the return of the Guild's founder, the Arcane Mage, have truly opened our eyes. We have realised that the Mages Guild has deviated greatly from it’s original path and purpose. We have become an amateurish academy for those who simply want power or wish to learn a few fancy tricks. This must change.

 

The guild is, or is meant to be, exactly that. A guild. Not an academy, school or college. It is lead by those who are deemed knowledgeable, logical and trustworthy enough to share their skills and experiences to teach others. These individuals lead their own lives, though they are all joined by a common goal; to create and preserve balance and peace.

 

There was once a time where this was the case. In Aegis. In a time where creating and maintaining peace was a difficult task considering Iblees’ minions antagonized the realm. Yet the guild stood strong. It’s ties with the descendants and other guilds allowed it to flourish with confidence and strength which aided greatly when they fought against the betrayer’s forces. And so, as this threat returns, so do we return to our roots.

 

The active and proficient mages will take upon apprentices as they see fit. Apprentices which appear to have the ideals and characteristics which are suitable with the guild’s aims and goals. They will be instructed and taught by their masters so that when the time comes, they too will be able to step up and do their part in balancing the scales of good and evil. When a Master believes that their Apprentice is prepared both mentally and magically, they will be set certain tasks and/or challenges to test their knowledge and ability. If successful and accepted by a Guildmaster or Archmage, they shall be recognised as true mages of the guild."

 

 

Archmage Ceruberr steps down from the podium to stand with the other Archmages.

 

 

"The time for action is upon us. We are not reforming once again, we are returning to what we were originally intended to be. Discussion begins now."

 

 

And with that, the Archmage falls silent. He clasps his hands behind his back as his emerald eyes scan the faces before him, awaiting the discussion to begin.

 

 

 

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[Elindor 666]

Elindor goes to stand, then remains sitting. Then rubs his knees and stands up. He is rather unsure what the social protocol demands at this time.

 

"There is a new and younger generation of Mages in this guild, to be sure. And ways have had to change to accommodate towards their" a pause "energies. But there has now resurfaced numerous of us from the Guild before we left Aegis, and it seems now to be a rather appropriate time to consolidate.

"Putting aside for a moment that an inevitable need for this Order of Mages to take matters into their own hands will be upon us these coming days, this new Arch Mage speaks truly. A respectable Guild of powerful, wise and influential mages has become more of an institution through which one may learn to wield great power from the void without any consideration of consequence."

 

His train of thought at this point is rather lost and he resorts to merely nodding, as though the action might in some way add gravity to whatever it was he was attempting to say.

 

"If need arises to bash a few youngins around with this here stick then it shall certainly be done."

 

He shakes his staff a couple of times for good measure and sits back down again.

[GodEmperorFlam 3447]

 

 

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Katari nods a few times as he listens to Ceruberr. He drums his fingers quietly on the table as he ponders for a few moments, pausing to listen to Elindor. He clears his throat afterwards and decides to remain seated.

 

He smiles towards a handful of the members. "My friends and acquaintances..." He pauses for a moment, gesturing towards the rest. "And the rest of you people whom I've never met before... I agree with what Ceruberr has said here." He frowns a bit. "Introductions? Possibly... Why not?" He nods before eyeing the folks he doesn't know. "My name is Katari Stirling and I daresay that I prefer pie over cake." He strokes his chin for a moment as he lets that sink in. "Anyway... I may not be a voidal mage anymore as I've given that path up to become a Cleric of Tahariae, but I am still a member here." He pauses for another moment to scratch his cheek idly before glancing back to the people.

 

"Right... So in the last meeting we had, it was proposed that we establish stronger ties with the Druids and the Clerics. As a Cleric myself, I can go and try to accomplish that. I believe Aluuvia was going to talk to the Druids, which I also volunteer to help with if needed, seeing as how I'm married to one from their Order. The only issue is... I'm not really sure what you folks want me to talk to them about. So your suggestions would be appreciated... I think."

 

He takes a breath and glances about, awaiting a response.

 

[Pandan 1452]

Dasyra Linath would gracefully glide into the room behind the majority, her head being hung low as she shuffles away into a vacant corner. Her image becomes roughly shrouded by the shadows, just enough to not catch attention yet still give off a certain presence. She casts a empty expression across the room, flicking her gaze across the several members as her lips remain firmly closed as she fails to speak.

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak, Elder and Farseer of the Uzg, boasts a yellowed, tusky grin as he listens to the speeches of the mages around him; fingers drumming softly against the length of this carved jungle wood staff that he rests heavily against the floor. As a pause emerges in the announcements, he steps forward, clearing his throat with a snarling cough.

"Throm'ka! Fur dowz whu nub gruk meh, ah am Thurak! Da albai-" He waves a hand Aluuvia before continuing on, "Haz azked mi tu joyn diz giwld, agh zuw ah deed.
Ib latz am wundin' tu blah tu da zpiridz, ur hab ani kwezztiunz fur dem, ur ebun..." He chuckles softly, lowering his voice, "Wood liek tu gruk wub am tu kum.. Lat mae azk mi. Ah wil uwnleh blezz dowz whu am wurffeh, agh ah gruk f'yoow whu am."
He gives a final, heavy nod before sinking back into his place, waiting patiently for the meeting to end. 

[TeaLulu 1783]

As the guild is gathered together and all seats around the large table filled 'till only standing room remains, a rather blank stare comes across some of those gathered.

 

The woman's wavy, and usually messy red hair is pinned up in an uncharacteristically sophisticated manner. Her robes consists of multiple layers, rather neutral tones of green and brown. As Ceruberr's speech is completed she places her emerald stare on many in the room, one by one, before speaking.

 

"The absence of many of you has been noted. Those of you who have not graced this hall with your presence as of late have this opportunity to justify your absence...if you think such is possible."

[1 1393]

Arayon Drakon enters the room, silently leaning against the wall and waiting.

((Will fix up when I get home, at school on my phone.

[Pandan 1452]

"I've been busy."

 

Dasyra's voice drags as the women proposes her claim, taking a rather large step from the corner as her full figure is revealed. She continues to cast her empty glare across the crowd as her hands remain firmly behind her back.

 

"On what topic you ask? Irrelevant."

[Lark 2227]

Avgust Steelwall makes himself comfortable in one of the large chairs, locking his fingers as he listens on, wispy smoke rising from a cigar in his mouth.

[3andD 1722]

Paul nods slowly, "I hope they manage the crazy magi who roam the lands."

[TeaLulu 1783]

"Let us bring up the most significant change; we are no longer pretending to be an academy. That established, teaching is still importajt to us. But the system we use has changed. From this point forward we have no students; only apprentices. If you are currently a mage of the guild you are required to identify and begin teaching an apprentice, at least one though you may have more if you feel you can handle the responsibilities.

Current students are hereby required to have a mage as their master. Mages, identify your apprentices, and apprentices, find your master. If you are unable to find a master you will no longer be permitted in the guild. This is a necessary part of restoration.

Choose carefully, mages. You will be judged on your apprentice's skill and knowledge, not just your own. If you believe you are unfit to carry the responsibility of an apprentice, you may excuse yourself."

[Ventai 291]

Corvo's thin frame leans backwards into the large chair, Eyes wandering about the meeting hall to take notice of all present within it. His head dipped to form a solemn nod as only one word was produced from his general location "Agreed."

[Luxury 1085]

 *A slim, palid looking woman wanders in. She appears to be bracing an assortment of books, on top of which are some quills and inkwells, against her frame*

 

"Ah. So I was not hearing things..."

*she mutters to herself as she scans the room, noticing many faces that she had only seen once or twice during her membership.*

 

*she finds a stray table to rest the pile of books on. After taking a few seconds to smooth out her black and green garments she'd find a place against the wall to stand and listen to those of the conference speak.*

[Dromui 755]

Skale stands silently a few steps away from the entrance to the occupied room, taking several deep breaths as he prepares himself for the soon to follow introductions as well as questioning, as surely the cultist will be questioned. He steps up to the doorway/archway and peers inside. The red-head would clear his throat upon entering, smoothly executing a slight but swift bow before once more straightening. Skale would pause for a moment, taking account of all those in attendance before turning towards his left and shuffling forwards towards the far wall, behind a majority of those who'd arrived sooner.

 

The magi would pause at the wall, appearing to study it for a moment, his eyes glancing across the surface before leaning gently against the wall, sliding his hands within his large sleeves. His robe, gray and black in color, easily melt into the surrounding stone (if any) as well as the shadows of the back area. He'd smile to any whom look his way, offering gracious bows to older mages as well as long time acquaintances or friends before settling into stillness and silence, taking the form of what could be a colorful statue.   

 

Hmmm, it's been awhile since I've seen many of these faces. Probably won't receive any warm welcomes, either.

 

The mage's thoughts filter through his mind.

[TeaLulu 1783]

The red-headed hobo elf commonly known as Aluuvia takes the podium as the doors are opened to invited guests.

 

OOC: Invited guests as in people I've spoken to IC and invited and would reasonably be allowed in.

 

 

“A Guild is a cooperative. A fellowship. An order with a purpose, with a point, of fellow-minded individuals who agree to put aside differences to pursue their purpose.

We have taken on the sole purpose of teaching magic; But this was not the Guild’s original purpose. One of them, yes. But not the only.

The Guild as it stands fails even at this meager goal. Our system of Guildmasters and teachers is flawed. I know not when the Guild transitioned into a School, nor does it matter.

The Guild was founded in Aegis centuries ago. We were not an academy, but a fellowship of like-minded individuals. What knowledge each found they shared with the other and so our library grew. When the Undead rose and struck forth from the North the Guild was there to face them; Sometimes on the frontlines, blade in hand. Other times from the shadows, with pen and paper. Regardless of what action we took always we watched.

We watched for all things. For anomalies. For corruption. For sign of attack.

And always as we watched we warned. The nations when clouds appeared on the horizon. Individuals whose person had come under the gaze of the Betrayer, their shadows darkened.

But we did not stand alone in this. For the guild was not simply made up of void-users, but wielders of many magics. We were allied with the shamans of Krugmar in our dual efforts against the Betrayer and counted a shaman amongst our Guildmasters. We counted the Druidic Order among our friends and would have invited them to ally as well, had things not taken a turn for the worse.

The Shamans protect and keep the balance between the Ancestral Realm and our own, ever mindful of disturbances.

The Druids protect and keep the balance of Nature, guarding and carrying out the will of the Aspects.

And we, as mages, have a balance to protect as well. The Void is a powerful thing; Capable of sealing away an Arch-Daemon for time long forgotten. It grants power without care for whom it does so, being a thing without form nor thoughts nor feelings.

The Guild protects and keeps a balance of Power. In the past we stood vigil over this balance, sharing our knowledge with one another or keeping it away from others in order to prevent the rise of monstrosities.

Many well know that Good and Evil both are necessary in this world. We are born with both inside of us along with the capacity to do great deeds of either variety. To remove entirely one from the other is what creates monstrosities; unnatural things which, no matter their intentions, have no place in our realm. I believe all here know this well.

But then the Undead rose in Aegis, as Iblees has now.

And Iblees is not Evil, odd as it may sound.

Iblees is not death, either, nor chaos.

He is simply nothing but a concentrated will for the destruction of the Descendant Races and the Planes of existence. A devouring force seeking to take all that has ever been and ever will be and simply make it naught.

He seeks an end.

And he has no place in the Balance, nor Athera, nor the planes of existence.

This is why we have all been called here today. The Guild must be restored to it’s previous state. We must stand against him...and I would like it if we did not stand alone.

I would like it if we stood with those who share our values. Those who are similar to us, despite our many differences. Those who protect and value balance. Those who fight not for so-called gods, Aenguls and Daemons mimicking the Creator...But those who fight for the land itself. Those who fight not in the name of another, but in the name of Athera. In the name of the Aspects, the Spirits, the Descendants."