Talonia; It was a small town for congregating Guildless mages who were looking for work. I sat on the outskirts of this little town, wistfully reminiscing on the steps of an old ruin, where I had a job with my mentor. The breeze itself was calm, and cool. The birds flew easily by, almost lazily enjoying the breeze with a animalistic merriment. The trees around me were old, so old in fact that some of them towered over the open top of the ruins that overlooked the town itself, which gave it an almost reverential vibe when you looked up at it from the town square. I sat there, making small flowers out of crystal, biological components, etc... until I had a little meadow that swayed in the breeze. I'd gotten quite adept at using this magic, so much so that I could make these tiny flowers with using my mana. They don't do anything, but they're nice to see. The energy of the area flowed in magnificent swirls, dancing back and forth like waves with the coast. One struggling for dominance over the other, leading to a never ending dance. I felt fulfilled in these moments which come and go, feeling the energy around me dance, but I knew better than to get lost in those moments. After a couple hours of waiting, I got up, and stretched a little, and walked around the ruins without heading inside. It had the feeling of something with lost grandeur, something that once stood tall and proud, now humbled and old, waiting to be recognized by the new, yet falling into obscurity. Pillars that stood tall, now stand chipped, or are felled in pieces on the cracked floors. The moon had risen far above the trees by the time I grew tired of waiting, and I pushed forward into the ruins themselves, and the door that blocked the entrance into the cavernous cave from which the mission was to take place.
I put my hand against one of the great doors, and pushed, moving the door just enough to where I could pass. After moving through the massive door, it shut itself, making an ominous noise behind me. I pushed onward though, making my way down the barely lit path, walking down into the bowels of the earth that I entered. For a while I continued down the path, moving closer and closer to a large light that illuminated the ill-carved symbols that decorated the room's walls, which itself was a massive rotunda. Over most of the faded symbols, were the words: "Come ye who seekst a new path. Ye who fear the new way, fall down and be spared from our lord's blazing light. Shy away from his majesty, and be struck down. Embrace the old, and become new." WC:469
I put my hand against one of the great doors, and pushed, moving the door just enough to where I could pass. After moving through the massive door, it shut itself, making an ominous noise behind me. I pushed onward though, making my way down the barely lit path, walking down into the bowels of the earth that I entered. For a while I continued down the path, moving closer and closer to a large light that illuminated the ill-carved symbols that decorated the room's walls, which itself was a massive rotunda. Over most of the faded symbols, were the words: "Come ye who seekst a new path. Ye who fear the new way, fall down and be spared from our lord's blazing light. Shy away from his majesty, and be struck down. Embrace the old, and become new." WC:469
