Post by Vitsheep on May 17, 2021 2:16:05 GMT -5
WEEK ONE, DAY ONE
MORNING
The stairs level out at what appears to be a plaza, underground, a giant cavern lit by a few floating, flaming orbs that help to drive back the biting chill as you pass. Caves open in different directions, branching paths leading to other places throughout the mountain. Another staircase at the far side of the cavern continues up, disappearing into dark gloom. A large, blocky building of grey stone sits in the center, the very heart of the mountain.
An elderly looking woman, back bent with greying hair, dressed in robe-like uniform of an official Wizard of the kingdom, is standing by the door. She doesn't need to speak to draw your attention. A shiver runs down your spine as she looks over each of you as you arrive. A small nod. It's a clear invitation to proceed into the main hall.
Inside you find a surprisingly comfortable room, smaller than it looked from the outside. A fireplace in the side of the room provides plenty of heat, its smoke vanishing into a gap in the rocks. Stacked stone seats with comfortable cushions rise up in a half-ring around a small desk and a blackboard. A real blackboard. Don't see those every day anymore. It reads 'Welcome Class of 13671.'
You scan the room, trying to decide where to sit.
Just inside the door, sitting in the closest seat, a muscular guy in a black t-shirt and jeans glances at you through spiked, black hair glances at you as you enter.
A girl huddled by the fireplace seems to be shivering even in its warmth. After a moment you notice small black horns poking out of wavy, black hair. A black tail peeks out under her tank top, then wraps through the loops of her shorts like a belt. A tiefling, probably from the deserts to the south. There's a mage college far closer than this one, so it's a bit strange to see one up here.
The seat closest to the board has been claimed by a girl with silvery hair. A wide-brimmed and pointy hat hides most of her face and a black cloak masks the rest of her figure.
The highest seat in the room's been claimed by what at first glance appears to be a red-haired, bare-legged girl in a brown dress perching in the seat. Then you notice the brown-feathered wings hanging from her arms, and the talons at the ends of her legs. A harpy? These mountains are home to one of the largest tribes, making them technically citizens of Lanilla, but it's rare for any to leave their nests.
A girl with long, blonde hair tied in a ponytail sitting near the very center catches your eye. It's impossible not to notice her, wearing a sparking blue leotard.
Sitting behind and to the side of her is a guy trying to pretend he's not nervously stealing glances at all the rest of the people in the room. His brown hair is sloppily cut, and the rest of his outfit, from his shirt to his boots, looks cheap and worn.
The most surprising in this room is an elf sitting near the front. Tall, green hair. A few live in Lanilla, but this one is wearing a traditional Ervun outfit: a tunic and pants made of woven vines and leaves.
Looks like you have some time to greet the others before the meeting begins. Better pick who to speak with carefully.
MORNING
The stairs level out at what appears to be a plaza, underground, a giant cavern lit by a few floating, flaming orbs that help to drive back the biting chill as you pass. Caves open in different directions, branching paths leading to other places throughout the mountain. Another staircase at the far side of the cavern continues up, disappearing into dark gloom. A large, blocky building of grey stone sits in the center, the very heart of the mountain.
An elderly looking woman, back bent with greying hair, dressed in robe-like uniform of an official Wizard of the kingdom, is standing by the door. She doesn't need to speak to draw your attention. A shiver runs down your spine as she looks over each of you as you arrive. A small nod. It's a clear invitation to proceed into the main hall.
Inside you find a surprisingly comfortable room, smaller than it looked from the outside. A fireplace in the side of the room provides plenty of heat, its smoke vanishing into a gap in the rocks. Stacked stone seats with comfortable cushions rise up in a half-ring around a small desk and a blackboard. A real blackboard. Don't see those every day anymore. It reads 'Welcome Class of 13671.'
You scan the room, trying to decide where to sit.
Just inside the door, sitting in the closest seat, a muscular guy in a black t-shirt and jeans glances at you through spiked, black hair glances at you as you enter.
A girl huddled by the fireplace seems to be shivering even in its warmth. After a moment you notice small black horns poking out of wavy, black hair. A black tail peeks out under her tank top, then wraps through the loops of her shorts like a belt. A tiefling, probably from the deserts to the south. There's a mage college far closer than this one, so it's a bit strange to see one up here.
The seat closest to the board has been claimed by a girl with silvery hair. A wide-brimmed and pointy hat hides most of her face and a black cloak masks the rest of her figure.
The highest seat in the room's been claimed by what at first glance appears to be a red-haired, bare-legged girl in a brown dress perching in the seat. Then you notice the brown-feathered wings hanging from her arms, and the talons at the ends of her legs. A harpy? These mountains are home to one of the largest tribes, making them technically citizens of Lanilla, but it's rare for any to leave their nests.
A girl with long, blonde hair tied in a ponytail sitting near the very center catches your eye. It's impossible not to notice her, wearing a sparking blue leotard.
Sitting behind and to the side of her is a guy trying to pretend he's not nervously stealing glances at all the rest of the people in the room. His brown hair is sloppily cut, and the rest of his outfit, from his shirt to his boots, looks cheap and worn.
The most surprising in this room is an elf sitting near the front. Tall, green hair. A few live in Lanilla, but this one is wearing a traditional Ervun outfit: a tunic and pants made of woven vines and leaves.
Looks like you have some time to greet the others before the meeting begins. Better pick who to speak with carefully.
