Archanex Jotham
06-23-11, 12:23 AM
(Open to 1!!! I prefer level's 0-2 thank you very much)
After the most recent battle, Archanex found himself in deep meditation.
His plight was the plight of the monks of Ai'Bron. Recently, Jotham had undergone a transformation of sorts. Now, his long hair was fiery red which represented the burn of the elemental manna he controlled. For a long time he sat in deliberation with the monks. There were many chambers within The Citadel's hallowed halls that were used for a variety of purposes. A mysterious lot, the monks were a society that had many secrets. There were rumours that they manipulated entire nations behind the scenes.
As a Hedge Magus, Archanex had an intricate need to put himself knee deep in the society's secrets. Studying alongside both Neophyte and ranking member, Archanex lived as the monks lived. Soon, he rose quickly within their ranks and became as a monk, but never, of them. The monks accepted The Overmage as a chance to study his people's secrets, as the Overmage accepted the monk's as a chance to study theirs. Currently, the lessons were about social matters. Etiquette of the monks, chivalry, and other material information that greatly interested Archanex.
A ranked society, the monks delved deeply into the great mystery. Of the bron. The bron was a pantheon similar to the might Thayne Codex. However, there were great differences between the two mighty powers. Archanex had come to appreciate the subtle differences between the two pagan orders. He studied diligently to learn what he could from the monks. And had learned to accept them as an extended family.
Archanex was no fool however. Though he was in league with the monks, he belonged to The Hedge Magi of Underwood. Archanex's studies became his world. And as he learned each new secret, he became smarter and much more aware of his powers. The monks put him through a daily routine of intense studying of the bron's scriptures. The precepts were profoundly different from that of The All-Thayne. Archanex was learning quickly.
In the deliberation chamber, there were several monks gathered alongside his person. Each one was discussing a different aspect of the precepts. Archanex had a grimoire in his hand, and the symbols on the pages were glowing brightly. He looked down at the pages and was reciting the verses on the pages of the book. He had fluent grammar and recital skills and had learned to read like the monks read. There was an art to public oration skills, and Archanex was learning that art.
Archanex finished reading the verses, and looked at the ranking monk who stood before the gathered class. Class was in session, and Archanex attended the teachings of the monks daily. Monk society was not just about skirmishing warfare. Though they were elite in those arts, they were also skilled in The Arkanos Arts as well political affairs. Each of the monks was well aware of the dealings in Radasanth with The Empire, and knew there was a shaky truce with the viceroys.
When the recitals were done, the headmaster looked at his students with a stern, but kind expression on his face.
"Young squires...."
***
He was eating an apple later that day.
It was a humble snack for a humble old mage. He found himself walking through the halls of The Citadel, Archanex found an empty Combat Chamber. He looked upon the doors of the empty chamber, and inscribed, in perfect runes were the numbers three and two. Thirty-two. Archanex smiled at that number, for it was fitting he find such a chamber. As he looked upon the empty chamber, the gates opened by themselves. He marveled at the mechanisms of The Citadel. He sometimes wondered if The Citadel was really a building at all, and not a creature of chaos?
"Those are interesting thoughts actually, I've wondered that myself." Came the words of a neophyte monk. One who would probably oversee Jotham's next bout.
"Creature of Chaos." Archanex repeated his thought out loud. "I've oft wondered where the building ends, and the sorcery begins." Archanex tapped his chin. "Brother." He said. "I am ready for a match. Fetch me an opponent, that I might better myself in the teachings of The Bron." Archanex said.
"Wouldst thou seek Trial By Fire and the sword?" The monk asked.
"Aye. Only through hellfire's purification can the soul know peace." Archanex continued. "Only by tasting the blade's tip will the student of knowledge grow in knowledge."
"Ye are truly worthy of the teachings of The Bron. May The Bron be with you and guide you on your way." The monk said.
"My Brother. The Bron is always with us." Archanex placed his hand upon the shoulder of his fellow. "Through The Bron, all things are possible." Feeling his confidence, Archanex parted with the monk and walked towards the open gate without fear.
Men feared the chambers of The Citadel, because they feared the hunter known as death. But Archanex was different, an Immortal, the old Overmage had wisdom in his heart and mind. He entered the chamber without fear, and stepped inside to be a single cog in the machine-wheels of the monk's magicks. He saw a bright light, and his pupils dilated. Archanex Jotham was ready to face what challenges would come his way.
The Overmage was ready.
(Arena will be described in my next post)
After the most recent battle, Archanex found himself in deep meditation.
His plight was the plight of the monks of Ai'Bron. Recently, Jotham had undergone a transformation of sorts. Now, his long hair was fiery red which represented the burn of the elemental manna he controlled. For a long time he sat in deliberation with the monks. There were many chambers within The Citadel's hallowed halls that were used for a variety of purposes. A mysterious lot, the monks were a society that had many secrets. There were rumours that they manipulated entire nations behind the scenes.
As a Hedge Magus, Archanex had an intricate need to put himself knee deep in the society's secrets. Studying alongside both Neophyte and ranking member, Archanex lived as the monks lived. Soon, he rose quickly within their ranks and became as a monk, but never, of them. The monks accepted The Overmage as a chance to study his people's secrets, as the Overmage accepted the monk's as a chance to study theirs. Currently, the lessons were about social matters. Etiquette of the monks, chivalry, and other material information that greatly interested Archanex.
A ranked society, the monks delved deeply into the great mystery. Of the bron. The bron was a pantheon similar to the might Thayne Codex. However, there were great differences between the two mighty powers. Archanex had come to appreciate the subtle differences between the two pagan orders. He studied diligently to learn what he could from the monks. And had learned to accept them as an extended family.
Archanex was no fool however. Though he was in league with the monks, he belonged to The Hedge Magi of Underwood. Archanex's studies became his world. And as he learned each new secret, he became smarter and much more aware of his powers. The monks put him through a daily routine of intense studying of the bron's scriptures. The precepts were profoundly different from that of The All-Thayne. Archanex was learning quickly.
In the deliberation chamber, there were several monks gathered alongside his person. Each one was discussing a different aspect of the precepts. Archanex had a grimoire in his hand, and the symbols on the pages were glowing brightly. He looked down at the pages and was reciting the verses on the pages of the book. He had fluent grammar and recital skills and had learned to read like the monks read. There was an art to public oration skills, and Archanex was learning that art.
Archanex finished reading the verses, and looked at the ranking monk who stood before the gathered class. Class was in session, and Archanex attended the teachings of the monks daily. Monk society was not just about skirmishing warfare. Though they were elite in those arts, they were also skilled in The Arkanos Arts as well political affairs. Each of the monks was well aware of the dealings in Radasanth with The Empire, and knew there was a shaky truce with the viceroys.
When the recitals were done, the headmaster looked at his students with a stern, but kind expression on his face.
"Young squires...."
***
He was eating an apple later that day.
It was a humble snack for a humble old mage. He found himself walking through the halls of The Citadel, Archanex found an empty Combat Chamber. He looked upon the doors of the empty chamber, and inscribed, in perfect runes were the numbers three and two. Thirty-two. Archanex smiled at that number, for it was fitting he find such a chamber. As he looked upon the empty chamber, the gates opened by themselves. He marveled at the mechanisms of The Citadel. He sometimes wondered if The Citadel was really a building at all, and not a creature of chaos?
"Those are interesting thoughts actually, I've wondered that myself." Came the words of a neophyte monk. One who would probably oversee Jotham's next bout.
"Creature of Chaos." Archanex repeated his thought out loud. "I've oft wondered where the building ends, and the sorcery begins." Archanex tapped his chin. "Brother." He said. "I am ready for a match. Fetch me an opponent, that I might better myself in the teachings of The Bron." Archanex said.
"Wouldst thou seek Trial By Fire and the sword?" The monk asked.
"Aye. Only through hellfire's purification can the soul know peace." Archanex continued. "Only by tasting the blade's tip will the student of knowledge grow in knowledge."
"Ye are truly worthy of the teachings of The Bron. May The Bron be with you and guide you on your way." The monk said.
"My Brother. The Bron is always with us." Archanex placed his hand upon the shoulder of his fellow. "Through The Bron, all things are possible." Feeling his confidence, Archanex parted with the monk and walked towards the open gate without fear.
Men feared the chambers of The Citadel, because they feared the hunter known as death. But Archanex was different, an Immortal, the old Overmage had wisdom in his heart and mind. He entered the chamber without fear, and stepped inside to be a single cog in the machine-wheels of the monk's magicks. He saw a bright light, and his pupils dilated. Archanex Jotham was ready to face what challenges would come his way.
The Overmage was ready.
(Arena will be described in my next post)