Raelyse
05-19-08, 05:28 AM
It was a fine day. The sun was high in the sky, its rays unobstructed by clouds and free to spread its warmth to all who would care to receive it. The landscape here complimented the flawless day with untamed beauty in endless fields of perfectly cut grass, interrupted only by the road that cut straight through it. It was on this rocky path that an extravagant carriage’s wheels rolled along, carrying its precious cargo within. The blinds on the windows were pulled down, blocking any sunlight from entering. Within, there was a treasure more valuable than any amount of gold or precious stone. Within, there was interest.
The carriage belonged to the succinctly named Academy, a well known teaching facility for magic. There was not one who entered their hallowed doors who did not emerge more skilled for their experience. This was made possible because the staff were constantly updating their knowledge, learning more of how the ever complex magic on Althanas worked. One aspect of their research led them to a particularly interesting individual, Raelyse of Myrusia. He was unique; his abilities drew energy in a manner they had never seen before. His magic came from several stones, magical in nature, that were imbued directly into his spine.
The directors of the Academy had wanted to study Raelyse, perhaps to duplicate his style of magic or use it to enhance their own, from the moment they had learned of his existence. Their extensive network had informed them of his existence, but also told them that they could not adopt the usual manner of procuring test subjects by force without considerable difficulty. Instead, a more tactful approach was needed. They invited him to inspect their facilities and improve his own magic by learning from their vast library of knowledge. When the opportunity was right, they would find out every little caveat of detail of how the Myrusian manipulated magic in his unique way.
Raelyse, as early reports had suggested, was as power-hungry and greedy for knowledge as they had expected. He had already walked through the Academy’s doors before the week when they had sent the invitation to him was over. The overall plan had been to lure him with the carrot of knowledge, but dangle it just out of his reach so that his interest in the Academy would only grow with frustration, until they would finally oblige his avarice for the treasures of their centuries accumulated lore. Then, when he was satisfied and his guard down, they would subdue him and study him to their heart’s content.
The Myrusian was turned away on the first day, on grounds that most of the staff was not expecting him to come so early. In truth though, they each watched in anticipation as he entered, each controlling the urge to take him down and dissect him to best learn of what made his magic tick. Each of the directors watched with covetous eyes as a visibly frustrated Raelyse boarded their private carriage, ferrying him back to the town where he could rest, until they would summon him.
The fine landscape and impeccable weather were scant consolation for the Myrusian as the Academy’s carriage delivered him back into town. He had expected today to be a day where he could learn from some of the most legendary tutors of magic around, but instead he had to wait. Raelyse was not a patient person; his excitement and eagerness had almost blown overtop when he had stepped through the Academy’s door. They were promptly given a very pragmatic grounding.
Today was not the fine day he had expected.
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The carriage belonged to the succinctly named Academy, a well known teaching facility for magic. There was not one who entered their hallowed doors who did not emerge more skilled for their experience. This was made possible because the staff were constantly updating their knowledge, learning more of how the ever complex magic on Althanas worked. One aspect of their research led them to a particularly interesting individual, Raelyse of Myrusia. He was unique; his abilities drew energy in a manner they had never seen before. His magic came from several stones, magical in nature, that were imbued directly into his spine.
The directors of the Academy had wanted to study Raelyse, perhaps to duplicate his style of magic or use it to enhance their own, from the moment they had learned of his existence. Their extensive network had informed them of his existence, but also told them that they could not adopt the usual manner of procuring test subjects by force without considerable difficulty. Instead, a more tactful approach was needed. They invited him to inspect their facilities and improve his own magic by learning from their vast library of knowledge. When the opportunity was right, they would find out every little caveat of detail of how the Myrusian manipulated magic in his unique way.
Raelyse, as early reports had suggested, was as power-hungry and greedy for knowledge as they had expected. He had already walked through the Academy’s doors before the week when they had sent the invitation to him was over. The overall plan had been to lure him with the carrot of knowledge, but dangle it just out of his reach so that his interest in the Academy would only grow with frustration, until they would finally oblige his avarice for the treasures of their centuries accumulated lore. Then, when he was satisfied and his guard down, they would subdue him and study him to their heart’s content.
The Myrusian was turned away on the first day, on grounds that most of the staff was not expecting him to come so early. In truth though, they each watched in anticipation as he entered, each controlling the urge to take him down and dissect him to best learn of what made his magic tick. Each of the directors watched with covetous eyes as a visibly frustrated Raelyse boarded their private carriage, ferrying him back to the town where he could rest, until they would summon him.
The fine landscape and impeccable weather were scant consolation for the Myrusian as the Academy’s carriage delivered him back into town. He had expected today to be a day where he could learn from some of the most legendary tutors of magic around, but instead he had to wait. Raelyse was not a patient person; his excitement and eagerness had almost blown overtop when he had stepped through the Academy’s door. They were promptly given a very pragmatic grounding.
Today was not the fine day he had expected.
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