The rest of the Keepers had long since gone their own ways. Families to reunite with, homesteads to tend to, their own lives to live, away from the blood and toil of exploring the realms. Bosch himself had decided to rest his weary body as well, settling down to the comfort of a soft bed and warm fire, reading and studying the volumes of books and manuscripts that had accumulated over the years.
On his visits to the bustling cities he had heard many stories of new places and people that had been discovered in the Great Realms. There were the lost ruins of Dlabraddath deep within the Drannor forest, found by a group of treasure seekers, many of which did not make it out alive; seafarers reporting the emergence of mysterious islands in the far reaches of the Sea of Swords; nomadic merchants who came in contact with a group of isolated sylvans high in the treetops of Nordahaeril; and hushed whispers of an island believed to inhabited by lycanthropes. Where in the past such things may have stirred the inner adventurer within, this time they had done little to motivate the weary wizard to leave the comforts of home.
But then one day in the din of a crowded pub in Waterdeep, he overheard a conversation, several actually, about a portal that had appeared in the skies, one which transported people away to crumbling ruins. Ruins where a voice was heard by all who entered, where those familiar with the legacy of magic in the realms knew what the ruins represented. The markings on the walls, the symbols etched in the masonwork, the writing on the crumbled archways. These were the remains of the Netheril Empire. And if the legends held true this these ruins would contain the secrets of the greatest mage in the spoken and written history of Faerun: Karsus.
Abraxus
There's no art of Abraxus.
Description
The woman is slender, almost skinny, wiry, her hair is neatly bound in little braids to the back of her head, with the occasional twig standing out clearly in the white abundance. Her eyes are the colour of liquid amber and glimmer with a fierce determination, set deep in high cheekbones and framed by snow white lashes. Her lips are not full, nor are they thin, Her mouth rarely smiling, when it does, it simply turns in the corners slightly and no more. She is clothed simply in brown leathers made from deer hide, covered in about a centuries worth of dust and debris, the womans feet are bare.Roleplay Notes
September 2011
Aubrey
There's no art of Aubrey.
Description
A woman in her mid twenties is sitting in the middle of the room meditating. She is wearing a handful of tanks on her back of different hues. There are tubes going from each of them into the core of her body. Knobs and switches adorn panels along her wrists and forearms. Her eyes snap open, as if someone or something, keyed her into something. She stands giving a knob a turn and one of the tubes start to fill with a glowing yellow liquid, slowly inching to her body. When it does, her hands crackle with energy. She walks off, with long strides on following the unheard voice.Biography
She comes from Ravnica, beyond the Forgotten Realms.Roleplay Logs
Log: 20122013- Pika and Belldandy
OOC commentary: Short live roleplay send in by someone between them, Belldandy and Pika. Mysterious!
Log: 18122013 - Quyen and Calliope
OOC commentary: Some live roleplay part of "The Muse" roleplay. After Quyen rescued Calliope, they lurk in a sanctuary. However, when they are ready to continue their journey, they find themselves elsewhere. Or as they say: from the frying pan into the fire...
A New Beginning
Many years had passed since Bosch had last made the journey to the outskirts of Drannor Forest. The path was familiar, but he could sense it had been quite some time since the path had seen any travellers. As he stepped out of the woods he peered through the low fog which had covered the small clearing up ahead in a dense haze. Streaks of light cut through the forest canopy, casting beams of shimmering silver as it reflected off of the thick mist. Looking upwards he could see the outline of the pillars as they casted their shadows on the forest below. He had arrived at The Archives.
As he approached he could see that the great library had remained undisturbed since his last visit, and the forest had begun to take back what was once hers. The majestic black marble pillars were now covered by twisting vines as thick as tree trunks, winding their way up the columns. The facade, now camouflaged by a layer of green moss with patches of bluish-grey lichen interspersed throughout, was alive as denizens of the forest had now made it their own. Bosch raised his ancient staff and whispered a few soft words...
The ward protecting The Archives was still active. While his whereabouts were unknown, he knew Clausius lived. A subtle grin of acknowledgement passed Bosch's lips as he nodded his head and took one last look at the structure before him. As quickly as he arrived he turned around and went back into the woods for the journey home, having found what he came here searching for.
As he approached he could see that the great library had remained undisturbed since his last visit, and the forest had begun to take back what was once hers. The majestic black marble pillars were now covered by twisting vines as thick as tree trunks, winding their way up the columns. The facade, now camouflaged by a layer of green moss with patches of bluish-grey lichen interspersed throughout, was alive as denizens of the forest had now made it their own. Bosch raised his ancient staff and whispered a few soft words...
The ward protecting The Archives was still active. While his whereabouts were unknown, he knew Clausius lived. A subtle grin of acknowledgement passed Bosch's lips as he nodded his head and took one last look at the structure before him. As quickly as he arrived he turned around and went back into the woods for the journey home, having found what he came here searching for.
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