Post by wingz on Aug 28, 2009 19:28:57 GMT -6
Temarra, Magic capital of Yviex.
Along the southeast wall of the town a small park mainly used as a secluded retreat for scholars can be found. It is here that our story begins.
It is dusk, the town is settling down for an evening of relaxation and sleep. This area of the town which is especially quiet most of the time hasn't changed, as usual it is quiet and only couple magi can be seen wondering the allies and buildings surrounding the park, their robes brushing against cobblestones barely creating an audible whisper. Surprisingly though the park isn't empty. For at this time of the Year the Arcane Univirsities that dot this town across its whole have let out for a couple weeks to allow their students a piece of mind and time for contemplation on the looming semesters challenges.
The park is full of trees, planted so that it appears they sprung up naturally in the outskirts of this magical city. Red brick paths snake its way through the park leading to a central clearing in which a large fountain sorrounded by benches and other seating arrangements can be found. It is there we find our seemingly lone occupant of this small plot of forested land. The last vestiges of sunlight trickle through the underbrush and play on the man sitting there like a stained glass window. Highlighting his fair complexion and light blonde hair with a rainbow assortment of colors. The man was an Angelic, his wings were notably small to be of his noble race but his features described his race perfectly. The light blonde hair the shimmering colors of his eyes changing the way the sky changed as he sat there staring into the pool of water and his soft skin tone announced him as such.
Now many assumptions could be made of this man, but to say he was sad, you couldn't. The look upon this young mans face was that of contemplation, deep thought, and if anything a hint of melancholy was almost tangible in the air around him. He wore a simple white cotton shirt and a pair of reddish brown slacks and black soft soled boots. Leaning against the tree next to him was a long white and gold spear that could only be thought of as his. And a Ivory long bow with onyx binding at the tips of the bow could be seen peaking up between the tops of his folded wings.
Along the southeast wall of the town a small park mainly used as a secluded retreat for scholars can be found. It is here that our story begins.
It is dusk, the town is settling down for an evening of relaxation and sleep. This area of the town which is especially quiet most of the time hasn't changed, as usual it is quiet and only couple magi can be seen wondering the allies and buildings surrounding the park, their robes brushing against cobblestones barely creating an audible whisper. Surprisingly though the park isn't empty. For at this time of the Year the Arcane Univirsities that dot this town across its whole have let out for a couple weeks to allow their students a piece of mind and time for contemplation on the looming semesters challenges.
The park is full of trees, planted so that it appears they sprung up naturally in the outskirts of this magical city. Red brick paths snake its way through the park leading to a central clearing in which a large fountain sorrounded by benches and other seating arrangements can be found. It is there we find our seemingly lone occupant of this small plot of forested land. The last vestiges of sunlight trickle through the underbrush and play on the man sitting there like a stained glass window. Highlighting his fair complexion and light blonde hair with a rainbow assortment of colors. The man was an Angelic, his wings were notably small to be of his noble race but his features described his race perfectly. The light blonde hair the shimmering colors of his eyes changing the way the sky changed as he sat there staring into the pool of water and his soft skin tone announced him as such.
Now many assumptions could be made of this man, but to say he was sad, you couldn't. The look upon this young mans face was that of contemplation, deep thought, and if anything a hint of melancholy was almost tangible in the air around him. He wore a simple white cotton shirt and a pair of reddish brown slacks and black soft soled boots. Leaning against the tree next to him was a long white and gold spear that could only be thought of as his. And a Ivory long bow with onyx binding at the tips of the bow could be seen peaking up between the tops of his folded wings.