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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Dec 16, 2003 21:28:55 GMT -5
((OOC: just look at the GM Advertising thread for the few rules. Each of you have been sent an invitation with a teleport scroll inside and are expected to greet your host by etiquette.))
The main ballroom of the Planus Academi was a marvel to behold for Mage and commoner alike. It's floors of pure black granite and pillars of white marble which open onto a large garden of rare and beautiful plants. Their fragrances float lightly on the gentle breeze, flitting among the multi-colored balls of arcane light beneath the green marble ceiling. Within the pillars many Magi danced to the varied musics from many different places and planes, some waltzing about the floor smiling and others in the air faces full of mirth. Outside the pillars many Magi sat at darkwood tables eating and talking amongst themselves.
At one table sat Regent Turanis Altaine, a man just reaching his prime and his wife Regent Mailee Altaine a lady of beauty and skill. Turanis was talking to Mailee about the new spell they had made together called 'Sphere of Stargazing' and seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly. They both wore circlets of finely woven platinum and a pair of rune covered staves were proped up on a pillar beside them. He wore a sky blue robe with a red and black mantle, his black and gold bracers adding to his majesty.
He smiled and sipped his wine, "Do you think the spell will help the Astronomy and Astrology departments? Perhaps if we enchanted a spherical room with it and I made it where it would activate on command...."
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Post by FionaMar on Dec 17, 2003 20:28:01 GMT -5
At the entranceway of the ballroom, a scroll of invitation is tossed to one of the attendants, who was busy watching the dancing mages. He jumps at the intrusion to his revery, the scroll tossing in the air as he fumbles to grab a firm hold of it. Finally getting it in hand, unfurling it, he looks at the person who tossed it at him. His eyes and mouth pop open in fish-like imitation as he gazes upon the woman and her companions.
Before him stands the necromancer, Fiona Mar, apprenticed by his most evil self, Keraptis, and loyal subject to none but herself. She is a beauty of human blood, 5'7" in height, slender with voluptuous curves, her skin is of alabaster, accentuated by long, full raven black hair, cascading in waves over her shoulders and back. Her eyes, as they capture the focus of the attendant are everchanging, lavender, blue, green, grey; her laughter husky and seductive.
She wears a gown of royal blue color made of spider silk, little gossamer spiders still can be seen as they continuously work upon the details of the gown. She holds a quarterstaff of rowan wood, runic writing etched in the solid wood, and a large quartz crystal, the size of her fist, adorning its very top.
On either side of her stood her loyal companions, two wraithhounds, their shadowy forms wafting in the ballroom light, their eyes gleaming red.
"And so my precious one, are you not going to annouce me?"
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Pandora
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"Tomorrow is another day."- Scarlett O'Hara
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Post by Pandora on Dec 17, 2003 20:30:16 GMT -5
Pandora Nightbreeze stands only about 5'0 tall and has a petite figure that suits her well. Her thigh length auburn hair and sparkling emerald eyes are her best features or so she thinks. She is wearing a long emerald green dress that is low cut and emphasizes her tiny waist, her auburn hair adorned with a simple circlet of gold, her shoes emerald slippers of satin, and a black cape.
Lady Pandora Nightbreeze walks into the ballroom and hands the attendant her invitation. She is in awe of the beauty of the room but notices a lovely couple sitting happily together and a beautiful necromancer who has just arrived. Pandora walks over to the necromancer and says," Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Dec 17, 2003 23:16:55 GMT -5
The attendant smiled at his own actions, laughing slightly to himself he walks over to Turanis and Mailee. He leans over and whispers in Turanis's ear in a language you don't seem to know. Turanis gets up, grabbing his staff he walks over to you two. Smiling to himself he walks up to you both, "Welcome Ladies, I am Regent Turanis Altaine and my wife Regent Mailee Altaine is over at our table. I hope you two find the ball to your liking, oh and Lady Fiona your wraiths would probably be more at home in the Onyx Tower. They can go in as they please."
Smiling broadly he pats you each on the shoulder and walks back to his table, apparently leaving you to either join him at his table or explore the Academi.
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Post by FionaMar on Dec 18, 2003 2:10:08 GMT -5
Fiona quite openly watches the retreating figure of Regent Turanis Altaine, Hmmmmm, yummy the tip of her tongue gliding over her full red lips.
Patting each of her hounds upon its shadowy head, they float through the walls, making their way to the Onyx Tower, and to whatever amusement awaits them there.
She then turns to the young woman beside her. Pleased to meet me? Why, what an obvious statement to make, of course you should be pleased to meet me. But while my name is well known, I have no knowledge of yours. Please, feel free to share it.
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Pandora
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"Tomorrow is another day."- Scarlett O'Hara
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Post by Pandora on Dec 18, 2003 20:01:07 GMT -5
Pandora trys to hide a grin and replys," My name is Lady Pandora Nightbreeze and I'm training to be a wizard." She then asks out of curiousity," Where are you from Lady Mar?" Under her long sleeves Pandora twiddles her thumbs and wonders will anyone else show up. She then awaits to hear what brings Lady Mar here.
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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 19, 2003 0:45:00 GMT -5
A man wearing all black and has a Greatsword on his back appears. He looks around a little. He questions himself, "And I came to this party because..." He looks around for a moment and sees the three women talking.
"Interesting, Lady Fiona and the Pyretic Blaze talking to each other." He shrugs and walks around, feeling out of place.
Why am I invited? I'm a spellsword. Most mages don't even like my type of spellcasting. he thinks to himself.
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Post by FionaMar on Dec 19, 2003 1:09:15 GMT -5
(OCC - Fiona is still at the doorway talking with Pandora - who said we were sitting at a table?) Starting into the room itself, Fiona tosses a comment over to Pandora, Why my dear, I'm from everywhere. laughing, she walks the perimeter of the room, saying greetings to known mages, commenting on ladies gown and adornments, all the while making note of anything deemed of importance. Every so often, as she moves, a spider becomes dislodged from her gown, and can be seen scurrying after Fiona, shooting a single strand of silk out to catch onto the hem of her gown, and pull itself back on.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 19, 2003 1:53:29 GMT -5
((whoops, my fault <hits her head>... ))
An abnormally beautiful woman in a tight dress which continued into a train that followed far behind her walked over next to the woman she recognized. She bowed to both women, "Lady Fiona. I see you were able to make it to the party."
Her dazzling red hair which was slowly got darker shades as it reached the roots was only topped by her bright red eyes. "I am Alerazandra Pyre, the Fire Nymph also known as Pyretic Blaze or the Exile of Fire." She tossed her hair and the orange-red tips met the red and looked as if her head was on fire.
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Post by FionaMar on Dec 19, 2003 2:33:51 GMT -5
(OOC - no problem, just want us all on the same wavelenght)
Coming full circle back to the main entrance, Fiona is spoken to by a rather striking red haired beauty. Well, well, well, if it isn't Alerazandra Pyre....how are you darling? Fiona hurriedly embraced the woman, kissing both her cheeks..kiss, kiss.
The great, great, great granddaughter of that crazy fire genasi, Iggy DePyre....and how is the old cout nowadays? He isn't here tonight, is he? Looking round, thinking how she could have missed such a flamboyant mage.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Dec 19, 2003 12:18:48 GMT -5
A younger attendant walked up to Turanis wearing a Japanese style uniform and began talking in hushed tones. A look of worry crossed Turanis's face as the boy spoke and he immediately walked out into the garden. He floated upwards at least twenty stories to what appeared like a huge brass ball which set between the three main towers of the Academi, held up by a combination of magic and three walkways between the object and the towers. He muttered a few words and a small door opened in the sphere, sighing he went inside.
~Kiaki said that the Orb of Baas has been pulsating... that means only one thing... Esedus is breaking free. Damn this is not good...~
Back in the ballroom an image of Turanis appeared on a dias and began to speak, "I am deeply sorry but the ball must be postponed til the morrow, I would ask that all students return to their rooms and that all guests proceed to the main library. It is located above the ballroom in the giant brass sphere."
In his office Turanis sat in a corner looking into the large crystal ball, "He has already started raising his army of undead... this is not good. Esedus is a Demon Lord and that's bad enough, but with that army he can storm the Academi and take our most precious treasure..." He stood up and walk into the Great Library, muttering as he headed for a certain section...
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Post by Arcaneye on Dec 21, 2003 4:55:31 GMT -5
The young man shrugged and went to the library. He had nothing planned and no engagements for the next few days so he was up for some action if there was any to be had.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 21, 2003 22:28:00 GMT -5
She half bows to Fiona, "As good as a relative of Ignitus could be. The man will grow to be centuries old, and he'll always be crazy. I fight my inner-temptations to act as he does, but every once in a while, it comes out."
She turns to Pandora, "Forgive my rudeness. Good to see a good wizardess...wait, wizardress, wizaress....whatever. My mind can be as random as the flames."
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Post by FionaMar on Dec 22, 2003 5:19:35 GMT -5
Listening only half heartedly to Alerazandra, Fiona attention is more focused on the image of Regent Altaine, and his words.....actually, his tone, his feeling....one of sheer dread. Thinking to herself, Hmmmm, canceling the ball, gathering the mages.....something wicked this way comes.....now that's my cup of arsenic Giving a little insane giggle, she quickly gathered her wits about her.
Turning towards Alerazandra and Pandora, Seems our dance card has just been filled for us, shall we retire to the library?
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Dec 22, 2003 14:10:29 GMT -5
The Great Library was a sight to behold with books from floor to ceiling and there seemed to be no end to them. In the center was a large green, marble table and Turanis had taken a seat in one of the chairs. Many books, maps, tapestries, and other things lay upon the table. Turanis closed his eyes and began talking in Netherese, "Hannia Ichiro, what a suprise. Have a seat."
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