neamous

Thirteen years earlier Floating in the middle of a bay formed by the near-by Zla'n mountains, the College of the Twelve Magics was truly a sight to behold. Devoted to the study of the arts of Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Nature, Necromancy, Physical, Spirit, Light, Darkness, Runes and Gravatonic magic. The calm waters surrounding the college were a deep, crystaline blue that reflected back the orange light of the mid-day sun, while the twin moons, Ka'il and Fe'il continued in their eternal dance around each other.  The college itself was set upon a massive dais of light pink marble, that measured about two kilometers in diameter.  The first, an

 The wind blew across the viridian plains, pushing along a light mist that was falling from the clouds above.  The few, old, scattered and scared trees remaining were swaying in the gentle breeze.  The cloaked figure turned his head slowly, taking in the sight before him. The grass was waist high and the most intriguing shade of green, with small violet flowers atop them, as apposed to the brunt and trampled brown sludge it had been when he was last here.  As he took a step forward, his shoe caught on an old arrow head, partially sticking out of the ground.  Carefully, he crouched down and picked the now well worn piece of metal from the grou