The Arcane Delvers

[NomadGaia 930]

Ruaonna can be found in the library, writing diligently on a piece of parchment. Other times she can be found reading in the same spot. If one were to look over her shoulder, they would see that she is reading about types of magic. Se also seems to be oblivious to the fact there there are people.

[Sentlit 108]

It seems that Cyrus has been appearing less and less often among the ruins of Ac'talareh.

 

"Dammit..." He curses under his breath. "How long have I been gone this time?" He pushes himself up off of the ground and looks around, dusting off the book he used as a pillow. The sun has just begun to peak up from the tops of the trees and the morning birds were singing. Among the crisp blades of grass is lightly sprinkled dew sparkling in the new light, some of which had wet his hands when he got up.

 

Looking around, Cyrus sees he is still in the wood, but how long had he been there? As far as he can remember he had spent some time in the library (but he was unsure of how long) then proceeded to practice connecting to the void (among other techniques). It must have been an Elven day or two since he had been around.

 

Cyrus walks toward the road mumbling to himself 'I suppose I'll buy some tea from the market then show everyone that I am not slain...'

[CraftPrime 35]

In the midst of the forest near Ac'Talareh, Smoke is seen swinging and thrusting his blades in a patterned manner. With two sickle-like weapons on each hand he carves at the tree barks, laying nothing but scars on the skin. The sickle-weapons are attached to each other via a chain linked to the bottom of each handles. After a while of doing the same thing, Smoke paused for a moment and loitered on the trees for a while, lifting his head up to the sky.

 

"Getting rusty, eh?" he seems to say to himself after giving off a sigh.

 

He gets back into a battle-phased position, looking to start continuing his training. He reaches for his waist-belt swiftly, he takes out a throwing knife. He pivots his position approximately 45* degrees left, the throwing knife on right hand now being prepared to launch as he contracts said arm, gaining the momentum he needs to land a successful throw. He attempts a swing and the knife, as expected by him no less, stuck out of the body of a nearby tree, giving off a small vibration whilst doing so.

 

Smoke returns to his lazed posture and exhales, his head now looking down. "Maybe... Not."

[kido122 23]

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The Arcane Delvers receives a small piece of tree bark signed from Du'on, the note was given by a graceful white dove as soft as silk.

 

Given name(RP name): Du'on

 

True name(MC name):  Jax973

 

Race: Elf

 

Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?): I will apply if I am taken under the great fort.

 

If so what form of magic ye use?: I would use Air

 

Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?: I seek knowledge, this thirst has a sprout from my childhood, when me paren... Well Id rather not speak about it.

 

All applying will be apply for the applicant position. However should you pass that stage what profession might you take on? Note that if you want to learn magic you must speak to a Delver Arcanist personally: I would like to learn a tad of magic, so a Delver Acolyte. ((I shall apply for magic if I get accepted into this))

 

What combat skills have ye? I have little combat skills, mainly because I spend all day and night in my search for knowledge.

 

Short Response for all Applicants, write how ye
would respond:

 

1.) You come across a massive ruin of ancient design,
strange sounds and lights emanate from within.

I would head back to de fort and call the others around, and then I would lead them to the ruin to explore.

 

 

2.)While at a local bar you see two dark hooded figures
in the corner discussing in a whispered conversation. You can't quite make out
what they're saying but you clearly hear the word "artifact".

I would slowly walk up to them so I could hear it, but to do that incognito I would talk to someone near them.

 

 

3.)Walking down the Anthos Highway you come across a
masked man with a sword threatening a hooded figure, claiming he is a
necromancer.

I would comment saying "I couldnt help but over here, but not every practitioner of the dark arts is evil, so please leave this man alone unless you have rightful reason against him."

[Stag 3229]

Hera stood in her room pacing from side to side her hands wrapped around her waist. With a sudden burst of emotion she threw herself onto her bed letting out a grunt. Letting out a subtle sigh she picked herself and walked to her desk sliding into the chair and pulling out both a piece of parchment and a quill. She began to write:

 

 

Dear friends and Delvers alike. I Hera formally resign from my position as Regent of Force to embark on an adventure long overdue. I will spare the details but do know that I have someone to meet and after receiving an anonymous letter I cannot overlook this opportunity as much as it pains me to leave the Delvers. I may return to you in the near future.
 

My room is to be assigned to the new Regent of Force and what left of my belongings are to be donated to the guild. I hope that I will hear of your grand adventures from where ever I may be going. Van'ayla my friends. Look for my snowy owl in the future and may your delving be full of riches.

 

~Hera

 

 

Bending her fingers Hera picked the note up and went to hang it on the message board. With her she brought a backpack full of food and supplies, her sword and and her snowy owl. As she exited the keep of Ac'Talarah she looked back at the mountain it resided in, the sun blinding her as she stared at the home she had known for many years. With her head hung low she began to journey on, a hopeful note leading her way.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art stands by the gate, watching her go. His face is even, not betraying much as usual.

"You aren't the same girl I found in a tree the day after the escape from Malinor." He says in a fairly blank voice. He seems like he wants to say more, but doesn't. He strides purposefully back into the ruins of Ac'talareh. There was work to be done. Plenty of it.

[Bakerismaxamis 122]

   Varlan walks to the message board, scanning through as usual to see if any new information is posted. Suddenly his eye stops on a specific note. He leans in, content on reading every letter of every word. After a few moments of reading, a slight frown appears on his face as he says. "Well, we hope you make your return soon." Varlan turns to his left, as he walks back into the keep, closing the gate before maknig his way to his room once more.

[Nekkore 641]

The echo of Seyer's walk can be heard nearly everywhere as his eyes caught the sight if the letter. Quickly skimming down it and sighs afterwards.

"A very valuable person has just left the guild, may she be guided by the light and back the way home..."

Positioning his goggles, as he continues walking off.

[bob_raider11 2]

Walking into Ac'Talarah after buying some goods, Analith looks at the new note on the message board.

"Van'ayla Hera, safe journeys and may you come back one day"

Analith turns back towards the base and walks back to his room to store his newly bought foods and supplies.

[Shorsand 2006]

Given name(RP name): Shorsand

 

(Skype name if you have one): flextamcsignals

 

True name(MC name): Beneton

 

Race: Human (Adunian)

 

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

 

If so what form of magic ye use?: N/A

 

Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?:

Yes, I do, as I would not be living without these three things.

 

Well of course, as knowledge is the source of everything, language especially, to profess the will to adventure and to interact with other persons. Though the latter, I'm not generally fond of, see, I prefer my... Alone? I prefer to be alone, most of the time. I have no quarrels if I'm to be with people, there's just a preference of solitude.

 

All applying will be apply for the applicant position.

However should you pass that stage what profession might you take on?

Note that if you want to learn magic you must speak to a Delver Arcanist

personally: Not overly sure on that one, none of your listings for commanding or at least a higher position in the hierarchy idiosyncratically suit to my mannerisms, but if anything, I'd have to say a 'Ward', as I claim medical knowledge. Also, if the chance to learn any supposed 'arcane' knowledge (which I have no idea why you'd describe such a thing as arcane if you'd be willing to teach it..) I'd be interested in that, too.

 

What combat skills have ye? Combat isn't my forte, nor am I an advocator of it. In the instance that I must quarrel (which would be under a dire situation) , my preferred weapon is a dagger, or a short, light blade.

 

Short Response for all Applicants, write how ye

would respond:

1.) You come across a massive ruin of ancient design,

strange sounds and lights emanate from within.

 

Well naturally, my curiosity would be piqued. Assuming I am bearing torch and tinder, I would enter and investigate (I honestly think this is a rather obvious question with an obvious way to answer, what do you expect besides  me going inside?). Assuming it boasts no high-level of danger, I would procede inside and document the source of said anomaly to the best of my ability.

 

2.)While at a local bar you see two dark hooded figures

in the corner discussing in a whispered conversation. You can't quite make out

what they're saying but you clearly hear the word "artifact".

 

Bar? I have no clue why I'd be at a bar. Let's make it a fishery, shall we? Now I also have no idea as to why there'd be ill-appeared individuals at said fishery, but this is all hypothetical, right? Preluding, I would manuever up to them, inquiring about the mention of artifact. Assuming the professed this to me, I would document the information on my scribe's book to review upon later. Assuming they decided against professing to me (which I don't see how they could, I'm such an amiable and charming individual.), then I would do my best to continue listening to the conversation. If that fails, then I would continue residing in said fishery for the time being, as I'd have no other options really.

 

 

 

3.)Walking down the Anthos Highway you come across a

masked man with a sword threatening a hooded figure, claiming he is a

necromancer.

 

Necromancer? What in the good-of-all is a necromancer? I'm comprehending the base-word is 'necro'.. Meaning dead, should it have something to do with death?

 

Approaching said mancer, I would ready my dagger, or at least put my hand in proximity to it (again, with reluctance!), I would then move inward, querying as to why the man's being threatened. Finding out the reason would lead me to make a judgement on the subject. Obviously if the masker was in the wrong, I would attend to that promptly. If he was right, I'd make sure the threatened man would leave unscathed (which I suppose I'd do in either instance) and make sure he got off with a warning.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Given name(RP name): Shorsand

 

(Skype name if you have one): flextamcsignals

 

True name(MC name): Beneton

 

Race: Human (Adunian)

 

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

 

Snowy white barn owl returns-yadayadayada you know the drill.

 

ACCEPTED. Find your way to Ac'talareh and begin your intergration, congratulations.

[Stag 3229]

Snowy white barn owl returns-yadayadayada you know the drill.

 

ACCEPTED. Find your way to Ac'talareh and begin your intergration, congratulations.

 

(( I took my snowy white barn owl with me :P))

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((I had a snowy white barn owl before snowy white barn owls were mainstream. :I))

[Carcino 2]

Looks to the message board and says silently "...Whos hera? I just saw a empty room since I showed up, should have atleast seen her once..Ah well, a decade on a plank with a pumpkin and my thoughts might have made me forget someone like that." He limps off to the lab to try and make a most likely mundane potion.