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|Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:26 pm Post subject: Twilight of an Age: Dusk
|TWILIGHT OF AN AGE: DUSK
OUT from the western shores of a great land is an island whose totality has been named The Mage Academy. It is an arcane place of what they call neutral knowledge and amoral wisdom, shaped by elemental sorcery for over a thousand years. These wizards rarely travel off the island but to uncover the occult and gain power. It lies between the northern Devas country of Lordain, and the southern continent of Aordaf, home of the Daemons.
Historically, the Devas were known for their physical characteristics of having beautiful feathered wings unlike any feral animal, and their natural power is to heal, some say divinely. And in contrast the Daemons wings are leathery, reminiscent of the dragons of legend. Their natural inclination is that of destruction, and they are brutally good at it.
Philosophies abound on a mystery of these beings, since they suffer the ability to unwillingly change from a Deva to Daemon or the other way in their lifetime. The physical change leads to mistrust among their own ranks. They have warred with each other more than any other creatures among furdom, for over a thousand years since their appearance, and their magic has affected the lands which they have conquered. Now, something is challenging the status quo of magic everywhere.
Three months ago, rumors then reports started coming in of an ancient prophesied dark army conquering entire nations all over the known world. The mysterious far eastern Kingdom of Chenera was reportedly the first to fall. But the most frightening news comes from Aordaf, and the Capital City of Jormungandr, ruled by the Daemon King. It is under attack from this dark army, and much of the western continent is already lost.
The latest unconfirmed information is that this dark army is attacking the Barbearian Lands near Chenera, and on the other side of the world, the northern continent of Wessera. The Mage Academy had been sending magic items to help survivors in those areas. They are also scrying and seeking to know the source of the dark army's devastating power.
What's more, they are caught in the crossfire of the ongoing War between the Devas of the north, and the Daemons from the south. Since the Daemon continent of Aordaf is hit the worst, Devas interests have increased, and they have been convincing Devas mages to leave the Island and join the fight to eradicate Daemonkind. However, even the least scholarly among the wizards of the Mage Academy knows that furdom itself is in danger of extinction.
[The Mage Academy, the Eastern Spire, Sanctum Myotis]
The mature red bat with an apron over his black and gold embroidered robes is Kevril the Cook. Though humming to himself as he prepares his signature spiced stew in his personal kitchen, the Mage Academy's favorite cook is also known as Wizard Kevril Strifetamer the Hero of San Bethesda. It was Kevril who risked acting above the law to solve the string of murders of that church. He was the wizard who defeated the foul grave worm sentient collective there, and rescued the all female clergy. Kevril received as his reward a large blessed amethyst quartz stone, which he magically affixed to his wizard's staff to increase his power. The staff is hovering in place by his balcony, where a satchel, canteen, large leather-bound book and traveling boots lie upon a wooden crate. The meal Kevril is preparing is his last at the Mage Academy.
There is a knock on his chamber door. A soft female voice calls his name from the other side.
"Enter, Madame Ka-Naga.", responded the red bat.
The lady wizard entered Kevril's sanctum, a beautiful mature black mamba in her red and gold robes. "Kevril the Cook becomes Kevril Strifetamer once more..? Surely you are not leaving for good this time? I... I would miss you dearly, my friend.", she said in a somber tone.
Kevril's black speckled bat wings shrugged, protruding from their own robe sleeves. Yet an extra layer of cloth served as a cape to cover another set of wings on his back. Kevril licked the alchemical spice from his thumb, then extended his arm towards his staff. The amethyst barely shimmered when the staff sped towards Kevril's open hand. He used it as a walking stick, as if the weight of his wings were somewhat a burden.
"Madame Ka-Naga, my friend, let's enjoy a hearty meal before I go."
The black mamba flicked her tongue, enjoying the smell of Kevril's special spiced stew. "I will undoubtedly enjoy your food, Kevril. But I am worried that you put yourself in danger by leaving the Island. That same group of Devas came earlier to recruit you again. They will bring a larger number next time to collect you and any other Devas in the Academy."
Kevril grabs the pot of stew by a long handle and sets is neatly on a prepared table for two. "Oh, I expect as much from the more civil warriors to descend into the thrall of territorial pissing. If only they knew their origin properly.", he said, waiting for Ka-Naga to sit at her stool first.
Her eyes widened. "Ah! You have uncovered the occult mystery of the Devas..?"
"No, my dear friend. And I never will dawdling here with scrolls and scrying spells. I must go into the battle fields, the villages, the ancient sites. I must get my paws dirty. Something of incredible power more destructive than the War of Daemons and Devas is overtaking the world. Perhaps if more good furs would quest for the common denominator among our kind... Well... philosophical banter would be surpassed by pure mysticism. That would be better."
Kevril and Ka-Naga ate silently. And a few leagues beyond his high balcony was an approaching army, flying to claim what is theirs as the sun sets in the horizon.
"In Excelsis Neo."
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|Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:50 pm Post subject:
|Elsewhere, a different kind of meeting was happening. In a village roughly 200 miles north of the Aordaf kingdom border, Devas were going about their usual business. Priests were caring for the holy temples of their goddess while angelic soldiers patrolled the streets.
Amongst these winged citizens were three cloaked travelers bearing bags upon their back. One of them seemed to be taller than the other two, towering over even some of the Devas in town. The guards kept an eye on the travelers, waiting to see if they would cause trouble or not.
"Are you sure this is a good idea," whispered one of the travelers. "It seems rather suicidal to me."
"Don't be ridiculous! Of course this will work!"
"But... These are Devas we're talking about. They take their faith very seriously!"
"That's enough, Jonathan."
The two travelers looked up at their tall companion. "It is true that the Devas are devoted to their goddess Oracia. However, they constantly seek out information pertaining to their deity."
The trio turned down an alleyway, making their way up the main street. "Besides, we didn't take this information for nothing. Once the Devas realize the errors of their ways..."
The tall traveler chuckled softly as the trio arrived at a particular home, knocking upon the oaken door.