A man stands at the inn and hands out flyers

[thornax]

!!ALCHEMIST’S FROM ALL OF KIWIKE!!

You are all invited to a feast! A feast of grand preportions!
the Arch mage Staelon ((thornax)) has called a meeting for all of the alchemists!
This meeting is to discuss the formings of a Mage guild, Staelon himself will host the event, and explain in greater detail to any of those who wish! The meeting, as of now, has no set date, but anyone who wishes to be a part of this grand gathering of mages shall certainly not be turned away!

Send a letter! ((PM me)) if you would like to come, it is sure to be a grand occasion!

[guthriearmstrong]

*Guthrie snarls
"Magic robes easy to chew."

[Riskae]

~~In the forest of Promethia~~
Blood stains the hands of a man in the darkness, he stands among the cool stones of a jagged cave wall his eyes shining crimson in the darkness a symbol of blood etched at his feet. The soft timbre of his chant bounced off the stone walls as creatures rose from the depths to view his actions. As the black figure rose before him he whispered commands to it in a language long lost to human ears, with that it faded and all grew silent. "I must return to the king less he realize my absence" the black man spoke to the dark walls, with that he wiped his hands against the course robe which he promptly discarded, then walked calmly from the cave into the open air of the forest and began the short trek home. Features marked by a dark smile which never once left his lips.

~~At the Inn~~
The sky above the inn darkens as in a coming storm, animals flee in fear as the clouds reach to the earth as if atlas had dropped his mighty burden. Where the clouds touch the earth a dark figure begins to take form a black ghost appears on the the ground as the clouds return to the air. His sharp whispers pierce the air as he descends among the earth, "This be a poor guild of little power, the true mages lie in the depths, they gather magic most close to the void, magic of which hands such as this could never hope to wield. The true Mage Guild is of greater power and number and shan't be even measured by such a phony being as thee. The true guild shall lie forever and always in the hands of the Ilians."

[doggypwn]

A man, who seems somewhat shorter than most, robed in a dusty and worn tunic, walks up just as the clouds fall before the feet of a tall man in a hood. As he walks, the clouds clear slightly in an aura around him. He walks up beside the tall man with the hood and stops for a moment to rest on the path. "Well well, it appears there are more powerful mages in this world than I had imagined. I can feel your power sir, not many of us are gifted as you. I am but a humble dwarf who tinkers with magic and knows little of its works, but knows enough to feel your prowess. And the darkness that allows you to wield it. Do not taunt the lesser, for even these mages have great potential." The dwarf removes his old tunic and reveals bright white garments, made not of cloth, but of a glittering metal. The clouds around the beings dissipate and show the man with the hood in the sunlight. He raises a hand over his face to shield himself from the light, hissing slightly, but stands his ground. "I may be one of the small, but I am not by any means subject to your grimness and evil aura. Now, do as you will. I for one will be off with this notice to consider what I might do here, as I am interested in all mages working together, but I will not reveal my allegiances as of yet. Good day, sirs."

[asdfasdflkjty911]

After reaching the Inn with his convoy, the Viking King walks to over to the message board, in search of new information. He has been gone for quite some time, finally free from Solitude. Asdf reaches for a flier the man is handing out, although the man quickly pulls back. He backs up, and looks has a hint of terror in his eyes. "Need not fear, I am no longer a threat. I come looking for news, do you have any?" the man backs up further, not sure if this is a trick or if he is telling the truth. "You... Go away." the man turns and quickly walks away, looking back every few steps. Asdf's convoy quickly comes, to see what is going on. A few fliers lay on the floor, Asdf looks at them, and considers the guild. Perhaps it will bring some light to this land, or perhaps we should bring light to it. "Keep an eye on this guild, if dark mages start to corrupt it, we must act." mutters Asdf as he walks into the Inn for a well deserved drink. Most of the men sitting in the Inn stare at Asdf, not sure wether to act first, or to wait for his move. No move was ever made.

((I tried to emply the fact that everybody is still scared of us, not because we impose a major threat to a whole, but because of our past.

[bowser956]

~~In Luca~~
Coras stood upon the cool dark rock of his capital city when he felt a dark forboding presence on the horizon. His brow furrowed in worry as he closed his hands together in front of his face. He whispered words in the language of the ancients as a bright light began to flow from his cupped hands. As he opened his hands a bright white dove flew from them toward the source of the evil. As the bird flew closer to the inn the sky cleared further and the wraith dissipated all together. The dove descended to the ground before the man with flyers as it took a human form. Now standing before the man the white cloaked ghost spoke "The Ilians wish not ill against you but you must be careful less you stir attention from dark forces that would seek to consume you. Some magics are showy and other subtle but all are powerful and yield to the will of their users, pray the magic in this land be used for good. I hope your institution shall affirm my feelings and present this world with good tidings, but we Ilians cannot join you, though you are welcome to come visit us, we may have knowledge that can benefit one another. Peace to you." With that the ghostly man disappeared in a flash of light, leaving but a few feathers in his wake.

[Crashlander04]

Ronguor sits on the riverside of Kimera, looking out on the start of a beautiful wall he has been working on. 'This will do nicely for the look of the complex', the subtle thought passes through his mind. The wood matches the old Alchemist's Guild centre perfectly.

Looking over his shoulder, he sees Staelon upstairs in his home, through a large window, brewing away like always. 'Ah, a fine, dedicated man, he shall make a good Archmage.. it's only a shame he has nothing else..'

.. Hours later..

Hauling an old enchantment table across the valley paths, Ronguor is forced to stop and take a break. 'Felakgundu better appreciate this.. I'm far too old for this sort of work..', he grunts as he continues to drag the slab of obsidian over the dirt.