Post by Camus on Sept 16, 2007 11:15:03 GMT -5
The School had changed, no longer was it a haven of learning, buzzing with magic and the laughter of children... Now it was cold and dark. The Grounds were permanently locked up.
Talisen was dead. Most of the teachers would be leaving to fight in the war; it was safer the children would be safer at school than anywhere else in the world. The school had been such a mass of magical protection before, but it had been breached, not from the outside like everyone suspected would eventually happen. No that would be too easy, from the inside from the very last person anyone would suspect, a child.
The Castle had been reinforced magically, violently. Oona Ondessa’s protection was a little different than Talisen, true he was a seasoned battle mage, but Oona had a different form of magic, it was brutal and violent, goddess help whoever tried to breach the grounds again.
A stone sentinel watched over the school, a huge gray and black statue almost taller than the castle itself, the creature took the form of Talisen. Beautifully sculptured to resemble him perfectly, down to every detail. The Statue was infused with chaotic magic, it protected the school, watched it continually, nobody knew what would happen exactly if the school was attacked, would it sound an alarm, or take action itself. Disturbingly the statues head would turn deep in thought, it would always return to its previous state, what the statue was thinking was anyone’s guess.
Camus hurried through the school grounds, his oversized hooves, clip clopped against the pebbled ground, He applying the finishing touches to the last few protection spells. Oona had been called back home, but she would be back sooner or later, the war was upon them, everyone knew it, everyone could sense it, the smell of war and death clung to Morthika like an early mist. He could taste it on the air. Camus stopped at the huge front door, it had once been a drawbridge, but the mote surrounding the castle had long dried up and been filled in. The Huge Oak door was bolted shut, there was an entrance of course, but it wasn’t anywhere anyone could see, the door was fortified magically, but it still needed a final touch. Camus placed a pale hand against the door and muttered under his breath, he dipped his free hand in a small pouch around one shoulder and began to weave elaborate shapes in the air; the shapes left dull golden imprints in the air for a few seconds before vanishing gently.
Something shifted as Camus finished his spell and not in the way he had suspected, someone was calling out, tormented and bodiless. Camus shivered and looked up, he could see the stone face of Talisen staring at him, his hood forever hiding his eyes, but Camus could tell the statue was staring directly at him. With a groan of stone against stone, the head turned back to its former location, Camus narrowed his eyes. He was worried the statue was sentient.
Camus shook his head and look up in the sky; he was late for his private lesson with the unnamed girl. He would find her a name if it was the last thing he did.
Talisen was dead. Most of the teachers would be leaving to fight in the war; it was safer the children would be safer at school than anywhere else in the world. The school had been such a mass of magical protection before, but it had been breached, not from the outside like everyone suspected would eventually happen. No that would be too easy, from the inside from the very last person anyone would suspect, a child.
The Castle had been reinforced magically, violently. Oona Ondessa’s protection was a little different than Talisen, true he was a seasoned battle mage, but Oona had a different form of magic, it was brutal and violent, goddess help whoever tried to breach the grounds again.
A stone sentinel watched over the school, a huge gray and black statue almost taller than the castle itself, the creature took the form of Talisen. Beautifully sculptured to resemble him perfectly, down to every detail. The Statue was infused with chaotic magic, it protected the school, watched it continually, nobody knew what would happen exactly if the school was attacked, would it sound an alarm, or take action itself. Disturbingly the statues head would turn deep in thought, it would always return to its previous state, what the statue was thinking was anyone’s guess.
Camus hurried through the school grounds, his oversized hooves, clip clopped against the pebbled ground, He applying the finishing touches to the last few protection spells. Oona had been called back home, but she would be back sooner or later, the war was upon them, everyone knew it, everyone could sense it, the smell of war and death clung to Morthika like an early mist. He could taste it on the air. Camus stopped at the huge front door, it had once been a drawbridge, but the mote surrounding the castle had long dried up and been filled in. The Huge Oak door was bolted shut, there was an entrance of course, but it wasn’t anywhere anyone could see, the door was fortified magically, but it still needed a final touch. Camus placed a pale hand against the door and muttered under his breath, he dipped his free hand in a small pouch around one shoulder and began to weave elaborate shapes in the air; the shapes left dull golden imprints in the air for a few seconds before vanishing gently.
Something shifted as Camus finished his spell and not in the way he had suspected, someone was calling out, tormented and bodiless. Camus shivered and looked up, he could see the stone face of Talisen staring at him, his hood forever hiding his eyes, but Camus could tell the statue was staring directly at him. With a groan of stone against stone, the head turned back to its former location, Camus narrowed his eyes. He was worried the statue was sentient.
Camus shook his head and look up in the sky; he was late for his private lesson with the unnamed girl. He would find her a name if it was the last thing he did.