There was a time...before..the construction of the great megaopolis, before the Yawn,
and the gateway into the gaplands formed. mysteries...
Firona's mind wandered, rumbled... She was lost in reading... her mind afloat.
- the private redidences of theLIbraryWorld hide many of
the artistically endeavoured, bibliothequitic hermits, who live in cosy
homes, ~ their alchemical arts: engrossing enough that the world beyond,
is ut a mystery to them. Yet is it said, their powers are strange.
And lead many a life. that the Mages had affected the world around & beyond them was undoubtable. It is said even the World Beyond fhe Tower was warped anc darkened and changed by the Mages, Wizards and Sorcereres of the Tower.
~alas, that is civliization , no?
- here all is well, a fireplace, a sleeping quarters. the
society has adaped, an intellectual rennessiance stands before us.
- the apprentice and her home seek to stay afloat, alone, here, hidden away
in the librarytowers,
Yeah,well. If only We can find a
suitableLanding Zone for the
Mage-Portal. Somewhere with
such .... specific, syncretic, energies.
Sto? hmmmm
Tbere must be something...
Does the portal need special sorcery? Toopen? Spells? Runes? Do we need Encantation,and magical ritual herbs?
- the Gloomlibrary Wizard's Tower ~
the Wizard's apprentice's lodgings: .... -
here, in the teetering High-Gloom-library world, a Mage quietly works and studies research about the realms .
Her magic consists of Divine Arts, Magicka scribing, learning & pronouncination, incantation; spells: weaves,
discipline. patience, she educates herself, studiously and peacefully, in pleasure, to learn the error of our ways, to repair
the errors of the worlds...
long-time passes quietly away here in Gloomlibrary's towering rooms, many moons cross as studies deepen,
Mages have studied for generations the Mastery
of their magickal craf-t. forgotten about by the rest
of the outer-lands, left alone by the castleworld
Oh! to become lost in dust & lore & musty arcane & esoteric tomes...
with a glint in her eye, Ullunea, pads across the Study-room floor, in her slippers...
today is different. For knowledge must be sought -. An irk gets underneath. Today is an odd day,An Old would must e cured.
and Ultanea, knows this must be pursued. A lost soul. A lonely force. A lost aspect. to the world. Must be found...
something important is missing. and the Quest for it must begin...