Cade_Smith
02-19-10, 04:17 AM
Staff clicking against the cobblestone road, Cade made his way through the market district of Scara Brae. His legs were worn out, his stomach was growling angrily, and yet he ignored the comfort of an inn to continue on. Citizens watched when he walked by, standing aside as they let him pass. He had gathered an audience in his forced march, small children following his billowing cape. Since he had left the docks eyes had followed him, and his oak staff clicking had been the beat of the drums to carry him. Every so often he would let himself focus on something other than the rhythm of his pace. The soft padded steps of the peasants were comforting, but not helpful when he was nearly demanding his legs to work.
I should have slept on the boat. I thought it would take a lot less time to get here though. Cade had hurried from docks to the market place. His excitement had gotten the better of him, making sleep impossible on the ferry from Corone. Coupled with the fact that he hated water trips, of course. The young sorcerer was on a mission though, trying to hurry to the reception hall of the Milieus Cordeaux. Entry into the school was on a first come basis, or so he thought. Cade had no money to pay his way into the learning environment, had no backers paying for his trip, only what little coin he had in his pockets. I hope I’m not late!
The young sorcerer had spent time in the Promenade, and the Citadel, and all he knew was that he needed training. As a sorcerer, spells came naturally to him without trying. Sometimes they exploded from his hands with little more than a thought. Most of the time, he had to concentrate on what he wanted for a very long time in order for something to happen. Cade, however, had spent no time training himself and a lot of time traveling away from his memories.
A small tear caught the edge of his eyes. He wiped them away, telling himself it was just because his sea-legs and the uphill climb… not memories of his destroyed family’s house and business. But the truth was he was saddened by what had happened. The outpost that his merchant family had owned was destroyed by his hand, a fire started in his sleep. He had no control of his power, no control of the spells that he knew he could cast or the ones he had not discovered yet. That was where the magic school of Scara Brae hopefully would come in handy.
Keep moving, keep pushing, just another few blocks and you’ll be there. Cade, poor and worn out from his journey, hurried his steps and ignored the laughter of the small children. They were full of life and energy. He only wished he could remember more of his childhood and if he had been as happy. All he could remember was playing in the small garden in the backyard, planting and weeding his own little paradise. They have to accept you, if they don’t what are you going to do?
The doors to the large building finally came into view. It looked as if had been made just after when the Citadel had. The architecture was old, columns lined the face of it and windows were covered in what appeared to be stained glass. The young man shuffled to the door and tapped against it lightly with his knuckles. Instead of it opening immediately, he was left to wait. Seconds seemed like days as he watched the smooth wood and traced the funny symbols on the door with the edges of his fingers. He could only pray to whatever gods had given him magic to begin with that they would accept him.
((Open to other students and Duffy who said he would help by being an NPC))
I should have slept on the boat. I thought it would take a lot less time to get here though. Cade had hurried from docks to the market place. His excitement had gotten the better of him, making sleep impossible on the ferry from Corone. Coupled with the fact that he hated water trips, of course. The young sorcerer was on a mission though, trying to hurry to the reception hall of the Milieus Cordeaux. Entry into the school was on a first come basis, or so he thought. Cade had no money to pay his way into the learning environment, had no backers paying for his trip, only what little coin he had in his pockets. I hope I’m not late!
The young sorcerer had spent time in the Promenade, and the Citadel, and all he knew was that he needed training. As a sorcerer, spells came naturally to him without trying. Sometimes they exploded from his hands with little more than a thought. Most of the time, he had to concentrate on what he wanted for a very long time in order for something to happen. Cade, however, had spent no time training himself and a lot of time traveling away from his memories.
A small tear caught the edge of his eyes. He wiped them away, telling himself it was just because his sea-legs and the uphill climb… not memories of his destroyed family’s house and business. But the truth was he was saddened by what had happened. The outpost that his merchant family had owned was destroyed by his hand, a fire started in his sleep. He had no control of his power, no control of the spells that he knew he could cast or the ones he had not discovered yet. That was where the magic school of Scara Brae hopefully would come in handy.
Keep moving, keep pushing, just another few blocks and you’ll be there. Cade, poor and worn out from his journey, hurried his steps and ignored the laughter of the small children. They were full of life and energy. He only wished he could remember more of his childhood and if he had been as happy. All he could remember was playing in the small garden in the backyard, planting and weeding his own little paradise. They have to accept you, if they don’t what are you going to do?
The doors to the large building finally came into view. It looked as if had been made just after when the Citadel had. The architecture was old, columns lined the face of it and windows were covered in what appeared to be stained glass. The young man shuffled to the door and tapped against it lightly with his knuckles. Instead of it opening immediately, he was left to wait. Seconds seemed like days as he watched the smooth wood and traced the funny symbols on the door with the edges of his fingers. He could only pray to whatever gods had given him magic to begin with that they would accept him.
((Open to other students and Duffy who said he would help by being an NPC))