The Sanctum Isles, a small privately owned set of islands connected by bridges and wires that allows ethernanos to travel from one place to another. At the center of it all stands the Observatorium, a research base housing scholars, archaeologists, and researchers of the Alumni of Grimwold. It is through the Morgans' funding, more specifically Ozwald's fudning, that the non mages were able to secure the islands to erect infrastructure necessary for research and development of electricity powered inventions. It also houses the Motherlode, an enormous device that is capable of storing large amounts of data, including research notes and the likes. Surrounding the Motherlode are faded scrolls and books whose knowledge was once lost through the passage of time, its contents now translated and knowledge acquired and stored in the the Motherlode. At the center of it all lies a large tower of crystallized ethernanos that powers most of the facilities in the Sanctum Isles. The crystal tower laid dormant for an unknown period of time, and its existence was not discovered until the adventurer extraordinaire, Ozwald, discovered it. Through his genius, the once buried crystal tower now stood proudly for all of Earthland to see and marvel at its beauty. Of course, since one of the alumni's mission is to uncover lost secrets and knowledge, Ozwald, Michael's brother dearest, has mind to test the aptitude of his brother's magic. "Are you sure this will work?" Michael asks his brother as he stands at the center of a rather large room, large enough to prove his mettle against all kinds of beasts. A test center, perhaps, for the physically and magically inclined, or for rather explosive and dangerous tests. "Why do you think are we testing your magic near that crystal tower with nigh limitless amounts of ethernanos?" Ozwald replies through the microphone as he lays back safe behind a very durable glass wall. He is currently in a room that contains a fridge for refreshments, a computer, some recliner seats, and a panel with buttons. Accompanying Ozwald Michael are their twin siblings, Olaf and Francois (they are quadruplets), as well as Giselle, one of the surviving members of the Arch Vorbrundt Order and one of the magic engineers behind their magic, HeXarmament. "I never thought I'd stand near a limitless amount of ethernanos... color me excited!" Giselle seems excited enough that she might have forgotten their purpose for testing him. "Are you sure you're here to test his magic?" Ozwald finds himself questioning Giselle's purpose within the Observatorium, which is enough for her to snap back to reality and focus on the task at hand. "Ah... yes, I'm sure. There are a few things I'd need to tweak on the magic he possesses to ensure he performs well, no, I want to make sure he performs even better considering he is the last surviving soldier from the order. And what is a Rune Knight doing here?" She glares at Francois, who is a tactician within the ranks of the Rune Knights. "A leisurely visit. I want to see how brother dearest fared all by himself for the past years WE assumed to be DEAD." Francois retorts, taking offense at Giselle's statement. He seemed hostile against the woman. He gave her the stink-eye. She glared back at him. Definitely hostile. Ozwald sighs at the 'friendly banter' Francois and Giselle are having. "Let's get this over with. As you may know, I possess a book from the Tomb of the Brass Seraphs. And you may all know I was able to cast a very powerful spell that reversed the flow of time on the swarming... robots. I intend to use the magic this book possesses to create a simulacra of your most recent battles." "And how are you going to do that without fainting?" Michael asks, concerned that what he will do will result in him draining his magic power, "And wouldn't time skip because of the magic in the book?" "I assure you, I'm not in any danger of collapsing nor do I have any intention of missing my brother's brilliant performance. And no, time won't skip for us this time. I assure you." Ozwald reassures his brother. He is confident he is able to use the magics of the book once more to test his brother's mettle against his opponents. That, and he is using a band that tethers him to the crystal tower, giving him limitless reservoirs of magic to use. "I'll cast the spell whenever you're ready." Francois and Giselle proceeds to sit on the seats, with the latter bringing out her notebook and pen while the former taking a sip from his cup of tea. Olaf, on the other hand, is just sitting and hugging his blue comfort pillow. He also intends to see his brother in action. Michael gives the ok hand signal, prompting Ozwald to unleash the book's magic. "Memories of eld and warriors of time begotten, wind the hands of time to and fro, and exact your vengeance against thine nemesis!" Several brass colored magic circles start to appear around the large room, all of which bears the insignia of the Brass Seraphs, as well as magic circles shaped like cogs. Michael stands ready, pulling his sniper rifle, the Farsighter, and awaits the creatures he will face. "Chronicle Script - Memoria Misera!" As soon as he completes the chant, the magic circles start to move, as if they are part of a machine. The room later transforms into what seems to be a dimension of brass and cogs. The gears whirs to life and steam protrudes from one of the vents as the spell does its work. Giselle and the other siblings appear astonished at what Ozwald was able to unleash with the magic from the book, with Francois even more interested. Giselle lets out an excitable glee, impressed at the marvelous power of the spell. Then again, Ozwald is connected to the crystal tower. It's small wonder he could cast a powerful spell. [ Exam Word Count - 1002 / 1000 ] |
Reminisce
Knight Owl-
Lineage : Psionic Soul
Position : None
Faction : The Ironheart Pact
Posts : 428
Guild : Sabertooth
Dungeon Tokens : 4
Experience : 1,421,385
Character Sheet
First Skill: Psionic Ascendance
Second Skill: Manifold Armory
Third Skill: Sepulchre's Sigil
- Post n°1
Reminisce
Knight Owl-
Lineage : Psionic Soul
Position : None
Faction : The Ironheart Pact
Posts : 428
Guild : Sabertooth
Dungeon Tokens : 4
Experience : 1,421,385
Character Sheet
First Skill: Psionic Ascendance
Second Skill: Manifold Armory
Third Skill: Sepulchre's Sigil
- Post n°2
Re: Reminisce
Before Michael stands the stalker he fought the other day. As he appeared, mist starts to flood the entire room, and dead trees from the spooky forest sprouted from the brass floor. Not only that, but the feeling of paranoia lingers once more, and it's not just him. The observers, Ozwald included, felt afraid. "I... think we should skip this-" Before he could even turn the pages, Michael dove headfirst into the haunting beast, firing his rifle with extreme precision. It managed to hit its shoulders, but it wasn't enough to bring him down. The monster lunged itself towards him and tries to claw, his movement swifter than before. He manages to dodge the attack, but the monster followed it with one more attack from its other claw. [ Word Count - 1946 / 1000 ] |
Knight Owl-
Lineage : Psionic Soul
Position : None
Faction : The Ironheart Pact
Posts : 428
Guild : Sabertooth
Dungeon Tokens : 4
Experience : 1,421,385
Character Sheet
First Skill: Psionic Ascendance
Second Skill: Manifold Armory
Third Skill: Sepulchre's Sigil
- Post n°3
Re: Reminisce
The gears stir once more. Ozwald and Michael stand confused on what is currently happening. This should be the end, right? Francois, on the other hand, feels something dreadful is about to happen. "Ozwald. Shut it down." He says frantically. Ozwald obliges and chants the closing chant. "Memoriam Close!" However, the chant didn't work. What's disturbing is he isn't even controlling the spell anymore. "What's going on? Ozwald, shut it down!" [ Exam Word Count - 2653 / 1000 ] |
Knight Owl-
Lineage : Psionic Soul
Position : None
Faction : The Ironheart Pact
Posts : 428
Guild : Sabertooth
Dungeon Tokens : 4
Experience : 1,421,385
Character Sheet
First Skill: Psionic Ascendance
Second Skill: Manifold Armory
Third Skill: Sepulchre's Sigil
- Post n°4
Re: Reminisce
Michael wakes up feeling weak from the previous ordeal, though had no memory of what happened before he went berserk. He finds himself confined in what looks to be a hospital room. From all the wires he could see, as well as the obvious insignia of the alumni on one of the walls, he deduced he is still in Sanctum Isles. "So, how was your sleep?" A whispers beside him. He turns his head a bit and saw Ozwald's face, looking relieved to see him alive and well. |