-Jynx-
2013-08-30, 08:46 PM
Large iron doors swing open as the Alesian Soldier guides you into what you believe to be a waiting room. The city of Alensia was well known for its tall elaborate buildings. A luxury afforded to it through the centuries since it's founding.
As you pass into the room you're both motioned to large oaken chairs, designs of a stag sprinting through the woods decorates the top of each chair. "Please be seated, the conclave will be with you momentarily" said the soldier in an old raspy voice before returning toward the entrance through which you came.
The ceiling was high, and the floor made of embellished green marble. The room stretched 80 maybe 90 feet wide and was adorned more lavishly than one would expect at first. Red oaken chairs and tables lay carefully placed throughout. Fauna grown out of ancient clay pots stood side by side the oaken furniture, their leaves and vines growing up toward the ceiling proving its own canopy of leaves against the brass finished veiling.
Uncountable spheres hang from the ceiling with small fish swimming in them, lighting the room as if it was a summer's noon. In the center of the room rests a large crystal fish tank and inside it, conjured by divination magic, strange figures dressed in deep green and gold robes are seen shouting speeches to a crowd of people.
The room itself buzzed with commotion. A group of female gnomes known by all citizens in Alensia as the 'Magus Sisters' scurry back and forth working magic over the apparent scrying pool in the center of the room and strolling in and out of other rooms tending to tasks unseen from your seats. Many other faces are seen about in this grand waiting room. Amongst the tables and chairs sit many famous and infamous adventurers and mercenaries all seemingly awaiting their turn... and odd sight to see so many apt individuals all together here at one time.
Some time passes and at the other end of the room, large brass doors are opened and a magus sister emerges, and with a swift gesture of her hand, motions the both of you into the next room. As you enter the doors are closed behind you. Before you stands a 'u' shaped table. At the right sits the biggest ogre either of you has ever seen. He is not only tall, some rumors say that there is some giant blood in his veins, but he is obese. Bigus Magnus Enormus has eaten more things that any mortal would ever know, and some things that haven't been seen for centuries. Garbed in a white tunic decorated only with the stains of past meals and kept in place by a big belt embellished with a big red round shield as a buckle. His face is as big as his body, with a nose that resembles a rebellious potato due to his custom of head butting enemies. Being completely shaved several scars are visible most of them around the mouth, when food resisted. Small cunning eyes and a laurel crown over his bald temples giving him a refined touch that contrasts with the brutality of his shape.
Masked behind his master's shadow stands Jorel "The Average". Garbed in a red tunic from head to toe. His face and his perpetual grin hidden by a hood. In his manly strong hands a quill dances over a long parchment that falls to his feet and gets lost in the beyond.
At the table besides the ogre there is a spherical fish tank. Its crystal is clear and a red fish with dark blue stripes glides trough it leaving a trail of bubbles at its rear.
Staring Intently at the fish is a short dwarf female, "Tiny" Enrietta Cutler. Her hair is kept in two braids and died brightly orange. Her head is topped by a black tricorne decorated with long colorful feathers. The rest of her vestment remains hidden behind the table but it is a long aquamarine leather duster covered by two rows of bandoleers filled with pouches. Her legs are fit into two loose brown pants kept in place by a red sash. Her feet are bare and show the callouses of one who has spent most of her life over a ship.
The third member of the conclave, Lucanor Rotchild, sits at the left end of the table. He wears an undertaker's formal attire, well kept and well cut by the best tailors of the city. Shiny black leather shoes, tight black cotton pants, fresh white linen shirt, black long cotton coat decorated with tiny buttons of dull brass, and finally a top black hat in his head. Still there is something wild to the man. His black hair is braided and kept in a ponytail at his back giving him the appearance of a raven pointing its white bony beak towards the prey. Small totems and tokens decorate his persona, be it the tiny skull that keeps his tie in place, the yellow flower in his hat or the beads bracelet in his right hand.
Behind the man, and slightly obscured in shadows that somehow the lights of the room seem to be afraid of breaking rests a female figure clad in armor. Her armor is black as the darkest night, decorated only with some bone ornaments at the metal borders. Her gaze is lost in the crystal pool, and only the left side of her beautiful face is visible. Her white skin is without imperfection, remarking the red of her lips and highlighting her black eyelashes and hair. Altered by the sound of the door she tilts her head towards you, and looks you in the eye. Her left side, before hidden from view is inhuman. Her face is contorted in a smirk where her lips have been peeled by fire. Her left eye is a perfect glass sphere contrasting with the burned destruction around it. Her nose is just a pale reminder of what it once was. Her voice rasps as smokey velvet.
"Welcome. Please come in."
As you pass into the room you're both motioned to large oaken chairs, designs of a stag sprinting through the woods decorates the top of each chair. "Please be seated, the conclave will be with you momentarily" said the soldier in an old raspy voice before returning toward the entrance through which you came.
The ceiling was high, and the floor made of embellished green marble. The room stretched 80 maybe 90 feet wide and was adorned more lavishly than one would expect at first. Red oaken chairs and tables lay carefully placed throughout. Fauna grown out of ancient clay pots stood side by side the oaken furniture, their leaves and vines growing up toward the ceiling proving its own canopy of leaves against the brass finished veiling.
Uncountable spheres hang from the ceiling with small fish swimming in them, lighting the room as if it was a summer's noon. In the center of the room rests a large crystal fish tank and inside it, conjured by divination magic, strange figures dressed in deep green and gold robes are seen shouting speeches to a crowd of people.
The room itself buzzed with commotion. A group of female gnomes known by all citizens in Alensia as the 'Magus Sisters' scurry back and forth working magic over the apparent scrying pool in the center of the room and strolling in and out of other rooms tending to tasks unseen from your seats. Many other faces are seen about in this grand waiting room. Amongst the tables and chairs sit many famous and infamous adventurers and mercenaries all seemingly awaiting their turn... and odd sight to see so many apt individuals all together here at one time.
Some time passes and at the other end of the room, large brass doors are opened and a magus sister emerges, and with a swift gesture of her hand, motions the both of you into the next room. As you enter the doors are closed behind you. Before you stands a 'u' shaped table. At the right sits the biggest ogre either of you has ever seen. He is not only tall, some rumors say that there is some giant blood in his veins, but he is obese. Bigus Magnus Enormus has eaten more things that any mortal would ever know, and some things that haven't been seen for centuries. Garbed in a white tunic decorated only with the stains of past meals and kept in place by a big belt embellished with a big red round shield as a buckle. His face is as big as his body, with a nose that resembles a rebellious potato due to his custom of head butting enemies. Being completely shaved several scars are visible most of them around the mouth, when food resisted. Small cunning eyes and a laurel crown over his bald temples giving him a refined touch that contrasts with the brutality of his shape.
Masked behind his master's shadow stands Jorel "The Average". Garbed in a red tunic from head to toe. His face and his perpetual grin hidden by a hood. In his manly strong hands a quill dances over a long parchment that falls to his feet and gets lost in the beyond.
At the table besides the ogre there is a spherical fish tank. Its crystal is clear and a red fish with dark blue stripes glides trough it leaving a trail of bubbles at its rear.
Staring Intently at the fish is a short dwarf female, "Tiny" Enrietta Cutler. Her hair is kept in two braids and died brightly orange. Her head is topped by a black tricorne decorated with long colorful feathers. The rest of her vestment remains hidden behind the table but it is a long aquamarine leather duster covered by two rows of bandoleers filled with pouches. Her legs are fit into two loose brown pants kept in place by a red sash. Her feet are bare and show the callouses of one who has spent most of her life over a ship.
The third member of the conclave, Lucanor Rotchild, sits at the left end of the table. He wears an undertaker's formal attire, well kept and well cut by the best tailors of the city. Shiny black leather shoes, tight black cotton pants, fresh white linen shirt, black long cotton coat decorated with tiny buttons of dull brass, and finally a top black hat in his head. Still there is something wild to the man. His black hair is braided and kept in a ponytail at his back giving him the appearance of a raven pointing its white bony beak towards the prey. Small totems and tokens decorate his persona, be it the tiny skull that keeps his tie in place, the yellow flower in his hat or the beads bracelet in his right hand.
Behind the man, and slightly obscured in shadows that somehow the lights of the room seem to be afraid of breaking rests a female figure clad in armor. Her armor is black as the darkest night, decorated only with some bone ornaments at the metal borders. Her gaze is lost in the crystal pool, and only the left side of her beautiful face is visible. Her white skin is without imperfection, remarking the red of her lips and highlighting her black eyelashes and hair. Altered by the sound of the door she tilts her head towards you, and looks you in the eye. Her left side, before hidden from view is inhuman. Her face is contorted in a smirk where her lips have been peeled by fire. Her left eye is a perfect glass sphere contrasting with the burned destruction around it. Her nose is just a pale reminder of what it once was. Her voice rasps as smokey velvet.
"Welcome. Please come in."