Thread Status: Closed
Players Involved: Immortal Cyan, CommanderHorvat, Zaz
Characters Involved: Ève, Faust, Beriadan, the Dust Magic Dragon Mage
Setting: Sleibte West, Yfrelo City, Mage Guild of Sleibte, Examination Hall
Time: Current, Morning
Weather: Rain, Clear within Yfrelo
Theme: Breathe Carolina, Dropgun, Kaleena Zanders - Sweet Dreams (feat. Kaleena Zanders)
Rain fell outside of the weather warding shield covering Yfrelo City. The shield protected the city from the ill effects of inclement conditions, but the smell of rain could still be sensed on the nostrils of the inhabitants and the sight of the cloudy blue-gray sky could easily be perceived by the eyes. Having lived within Yfrelo for most of her life, by pure instinct, Ève thought the shield to be a comforting presence. However, she occasionally found herself missing the feel of rain pattering against her skin, and it was quite often that she went outside of the shield to feel exactly that. Quite simply, she was a dancer, and nothing felt better to her than dancing in the rain.
Unfortunately, she did not anticipate having the chance to do that today. It was the day of her examination for her potential entrance into the Mage Guild of Sleibte. Today, her dance would be utilized to encourage the flow of vikta within and without her body. Within the span of a few hours, she would have to prove to the leaders of the guild that her somewhat unique method of casting magic was viable and efficient, a task which had taken her years to accomplish at the college. Ève knew that she needed to fulfill a tall order, but she had not spent her time separated from the college in idle. She had prepared, practiced, refined, trained, and studied independently for months. Her skills with fire magic had improved significantly, but as always with magic, there was still much for her to learn. After all, magic was a field that people spent centuries learning, yet many still never reached a high level of mastery.
Ève had dressed in an especially glamorous fashion, as she was wont to do for most days. A gold-colored pair of high heels were strapped to her feet, which added a few extra inches to her height. Her dress was made of pure purple fabric, and it fit quite tightly against her form to perfectly accentuate the feminine contours of her body. It was the kind of garment that looked more difficult to move in than it actually was, especially given the tightness of the long, ankle-length skirt portion of the dress against her thighs. Finally, a pair of oversized gold-colored hoop earrings adorned her ears, along with a gold-colored nostril piercing on the left side of her nose.
With a sharp clacking sound marking her passage as her high heels struck the floor, Ève strode into the examination room with her eyes locked ahead, intent and focused on the task at hand. She stopped at the middle of the room, in perfect view of the archmages who would judge her skills for admittance into the guild. After stopping, Ève lowered into a bow and held her position for a few seconds, before rising to meet the eyes of her judges once more.
"My name is Ève. I have arrived for my evaluation of potential admittance into the Mage Guild of Sleibte."
Players Involved: Immortal Cyan, CommanderHorvat, Zaz
Characters Involved: Ève, Faust, Beriadan, the Dust Magic Dragon Mage
Setting: Sleibte West, Yfrelo City, Mage Guild of Sleibte, Examination Hall
Time: Current, Morning
Weather: Rain, Clear within Yfrelo
Theme: Breathe Carolina, Dropgun, Kaleena Zanders - Sweet Dreams (feat. Kaleena Zanders)
Rain fell outside of the weather warding shield covering Yfrelo City. The shield protected the city from the ill effects of inclement conditions, but the smell of rain could still be sensed on the nostrils of the inhabitants and the sight of the cloudy blue-gray sky could easily be perceived by the eyes. Having lived within Yfrelo for most of her life, by pure instinct, Ève thought the shield to be a comforting presence. However, she occasionally found herself missing the feel of rain pattering against her skin, and it was quite often that she went outside of the shield to feel exactly that. Quite simply, she was a dancer, and nothing felt better to her than dancing in the rain.
Unfortunately, she did not anticipate having the chance to do that today. It was the day of her examination for her potential entrance into the Mage Guild of Sleibte. Today, her dance would be utilized to encourage the flow of vikta within and without her body. Within the span of a few hours, she would have to prove to the leaders of the guild that her somewhat unique method of casting magic was viable and efficient, a task which had taken her years to accomplish at the college. Ève knew that she needed to fulfill a tall order, but she had not spent her time separated from the college in idle. She had prepared, practiced, refined, trained, and studied independently for months. Her skills with fire magic had improved significantly, but as always with magic, there was still much for her to learn. After all, magic was a field that people spent centuries learning, yet many still never reached a high level of mastery.
Ève had dressed in an especially glamorous fashion, as she was wont to do for most days. A gold-colored pair of high heels were strapped to her feet, which added a few extra inches to her height. Her dress was made of pure purple fabric, and it fit quite tightly against her form to perfectly accentuate the feminine contours of her body. It was the kind of garment that looked more difficult to move in than it actually was, especially given the tightness of the long, ankle-length skirt portion of the dress against her thighs. Finally, a pair of oversized gold-colored hoop earrings adorned her ears, along with a gold-colored nostril piercing on the left side of her nose.
With a sharp clacking sound marking her passage as her high heels struck the floor, Ève strode into the examination room with her eyes locked ahead, intent and focused on the task at hand. She stopped at the middle of the room, in perfect view of the archmages who would judge her skills for admittance into the guild. After stopping, Ève lowered into a bow and held her position for a few seconds, before rising to meet the eyes of her judges once more.
"My name is Ève. I have arrived for my evaluation of potential admittance into the Mage Guild of Sleibte."
