The Arcane Delvers

[Sentlit 108]

The clanging of metal fills Cyrus' ears for so long, he feels as if he had heard no other noise. Pops, bangs, and other noises fill different chambers as novice mages try to perfect their craft. His hands shake in anticipation.

 

'Will I lose my life? What will become of my brethren?' among other thoughts fill his mind.

 

He finds it even hard to manage such simple thoughts with the noise of preparation filling the halls of Ac'talareh. He has finally had enough. Cyrus strides quickly, with his head hanging down out of the pass, toward the sea nearby. In the starry night, he looks out at the moon's reflection upon the water, the noises more distant. The snow had cleared where he was. His ears seem to ring still with the sounds, and he continues further from the pass. Nothing passes through his mind as he wanders further along the edge of the water until the sound of the water lapping along the shore was louder then the clanging of metal and popping of spells. Cyrus finds a tree and sits down at its feet. 

 

Finally alone.

 

He peers across the water and up to the starry night, a fresh snow in a circle around the tree.  Through the crisp, clear, cold air, he connects the stars in the constellations his dear old teacher had shown him long ago. He feared no cold, for it was a lovely night. Breathing in the sweet air around him, he leans further back, far away from the troubles that would begin to plague him in only a few elven days.

 

But for now, he is at peace.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art turns to face Hera, smiling.

 

"It's relaxing...And a pretty sight to behold."

 

He pauses. Gazing at Hera.

 

"But not the prettiest thing here."

[Bakerismaxamis 122]

Given name(RP name):Varlan Boran Gerofe

True name(MC name):Bakerismaxamis

Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?):No

What form of magic ye use?:N/A

Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?: I do, as this world is very dangerous and to have others with the same common goals one of the greatest things that can be formed. Having numbers while adventuring allows for more finding since you can travel farther and delve deeper into dungeons.

Mageshield or Member?:Mageshield

For Mageshields only:

Do ye swear solemnly to put your life upon the line to perserve that of your arcane brethren?

What combat skills have ye? I swear solem to put my life on the line to perserve that of my arcane brothers. I have no real skills yet but with time I will choose a path that will benefit the The Arcane Delvers.

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz sneaks up behind both Hera and Artemec, he leans in close and speaks "Indeed Mr. Akkaris, the greatest thing to behold with one's eye in Ac'talereh would be me". The high elf pauses in thought for a moment "Not that I need either your or her wood elven eyes watching me at all times".

[Supremacy 3361]

The battle itself was set. No manner of druidic persistance on the front of negotiations seemed to have any sway over the Mindlord or the Arcane Delvers as a whole. Just as it seemed all the armor for the impending conflict had been forged Kalenz approached the magesmith. It seemed one final piece would have to be forged, a mask for the illusionist appropriate for the occasion. Killing was cursed in high elven culture. For Kalenz to show his face or even bear his name while it was conducted would be undesirable.

 

((By Maril1, Devianart))

 

A mask of gold to match the nature of the work to be done was to be smithed by the magesmith. Its fine crafting to rival that of Cataris' mask which Kalenz had possessed for many a year. The ancient lich's time had passed, but the act of killing seemed eternal.

 

[TheBareSheet 194]

Arahael seeing that she could take her attendance anywhere with her, she proceeds to walk around. 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art sighs, turning around and saying dryly:

"No need to be jealous Kalenz. We do agree you are very pretty too. Now if you could leave us filthy impure mali in peace..."

He turns back to Hera.

[TheBareSheet 194]

The clanging of metal fills Cyrus' ears for so long, he feels as if he had heard no other noise. Pops, bangs, and other noises fill different chambers as novice mages try to perfect their craft. His hands shake in anticipation.

 

'Will I lose my life? What will become of my brethren?' among other thoughts fill his mind.

 

He finds it even hard to manage such simple thoughts with the noise of preparation filling the halls of Ac'talareh. He has finally had enough. Cyrus strides quickly, with his head hanging down out of the pass, toward the sea nearby. In the starry night, he looks out at the moon's reflection upon the water, the noises more distant. The snow had cleared where he was. His ears seem to ring still with the sounds, and he continues further from the pass. Nothing passes through his mind as he wanders further along the edge of the water until the sound of the water lapping along the shore was louder then the clanging of metal and popping of spells. Cyrus finds a tree and sits down at its feet. 

 

Finally alone.

 

He peers across the water and up to the starry night, a fresh snow in a circle around the tree.  Through the crisp, clear, cold air, he connects the stars in the constellations his dear old teacher had shown him long ago. He feared no cold, for it was a lovely night. Breathing in the sweet air around him, he leans further back, far away from the troubles that would begin to plague him in only a few elven days.

 

But for now, he is at peace.

 

Arahael walks around the halls, shrugging her shoulders as she exhales. Seeing Art and Hera occupied, she continues to walk, this time lowering her eyes to the floor. She stops in her tracks as she sees someone already occupied at the place. She then leans back at the gate, standing, watching the night, watching the shadow, under the bright silent moon.

 

Then she remembers of her previous poem, unconsciously she begins to murmur.

 

 

Night

The moon shines

The stars twinkle

Silence fills the night.

Its dark

Its mysterious

My fingers tingle with sensations

Each step is suspense

Each step is anticipation

The night never satisfies of my wonders

The night, the mask of secrets

The night, the cover for horrors

The night, the guise for the treacherous

Full of suspicion

Full of wariness

Full of dangers

Yet the pull

The tug

The urge to see the night

The urge to uncover the mask

The urge to know the night

It is the beauty of the night.

 

Arahael then stares at her own hands, a scribing hand, yet involving so little in a battle, she sighs in frustration.

"Useless..."

[Stag 3231]

*Hera stares at Artimec after just having laughed after Kalenz had talked. She stares at him and then to her own self*

 

"You think I am filthy? I-I- I am going to take a bath...

 

*Pushes past the two and to the bath house with a disgruntled look*

[TheBareSheet 194]

Loud voices broke Arahael's thoughts, as she have heard and predicted, she found out the 'males' had just again, misused their so they thought 'humor'. As she passed Kalenz and Art, she simply glared, her glasses pinched below her nose, giving her a grandmotherly look. She glared with pity and disgust, she shook her head in disappointment, as she hurried her pace, she tries to follow Hera.

[Stag 3231]

*is in her room washing in her private tub and giggling while singing an Elven melody*

[TheBareSheet 194]

Arahael stops when she hears Hera, breaking into a smile before face palming.

[CraftPrime 35]

Smoke makes a trip down the Smithy to meet with the Magesmith he asked to hone his blade. He proceeds to take the steps down and is re-introduced with the deathly ash and atmosphere from the Smiths' works. The air was unbearable up to the point where Smoke even thought about taking of his mask to wipe the tears from his eyes, but instead, he endured. Smoke made his way to the Magesmith, and tapped him again on the shoulder. The Smith turned, not surprised like last time. He had goggles on and was working on many other swords for the war.

 

"So, High Mageshadow, you've come for yer' blades?". Smoke couldn't help but overhear, but the Smith said, "Blades", to which he needed to confirm it himself. "I'm sorry, but don't you mean blade?"

 

The Smith laughed a hearty laugh, and proceeded to hand him his black sword back. It looked as refined as ever, but it had a black chain etched at the back of its hilt. Smoke accepted the sword with his two hands, but tilted his head to the Smith, his silence showing a confused expression. "I've seen how you fight, High Mageshadow, and how different it is compared to others, and so out of kindness, I made you a second blade based from the designs of that one." continued the Smith.

 

Smoke was a bit baffled by this surprise. "That's very thoughtful of you, but you didn't need to put yourself through more work..." Smoke then sheathed his newly refined blade, turning back to the Smith, who held out another blade. "Go on, take it." insisted the Smith. "It's designed to work with the blade you have on you right now."

 

Smoke eyed this new blade. It was thinner and darker compared to the one he has on him. He looks at its hilt, he sees that it too has a chain. "Why do they both dangle with chains?". The smith simply replied, "Ye' figure it out." Smoke reaches for the blade and accepts it. He unsheathes it and places it on his back, side-by-side with the other blade.

 

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

 

"What're ye goin' ta call it?"

 

"I'll figure that out later..."

 

Smoke runs back up the stairs to escape the deadly fumes of the smithy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art gives Kalenz a deathly glare, then turns back out to the balcony, rubbing a noticeable dark bruise he had obtained in a sparring session earlier. He silently strides out back, taking point, and letting loose arrow after arrow into the poor training dummies to clear his mind of all distractions.

[BigAssFrog 15]

Tamarien explores the vast amount of books that are held in the library of the Arcane Delvers. Then finally he finds it! A novel that he had been reading for the past couple days. He was quite intrigued by the book, it was well written and contained words that showed intelligence. He takes the book from the shelf, placing it down on the table behind him before taking his seat. He coughs a little to clear his throat, before raising his voice as he begins to read, "Chapter 31.."