Post by The Blackwing Consortium on Oct 29, 2015 19:35:35 GMT -8
Blackwing Manor
The southernmost reaches of the Sorala desert were just as unforgiving as the rest of the land. Craggy cliffs and mesas dotted the desolate landscape, providing shelter for the most weathered denizens of the arid region during the hottest hours of the day, and a place for the more clever predators to hunt with a degree of success at night. Great sandstorms frequented this wasteland, blotting out everything from the sun to breathable air, adding another layer of sand and grit to the bones of fallen travelers, buried beneath the surface. Though the land was dotted by the occasional oasis, these were few and far between, and protected by their own magic.
If a chosen one happened to know the route, however, guided by landmarks both arcane and mundane, and trusted the direction to which he was guided, he would arrive suddenly at an oasis unlike any of the others. After quenching his thirst and filling his skins at the clear pool which appeared without warning at his feet and at the edge of life itself, he would look up and find that the entire landscape had changed around him. Whether an illusion was thrust upon him or dispelled, or he was transported, was a trivial matter. He was in another place. The pool was still there, its waters clear and refreshing as before, but the desert was completely gone. In its place, a small circle of hills barely large enough to be called mountains stood as the border to a rich and lush forest. And in the midst of this forest, Blackwing Manor stands.
The Manor exists both within and outside of real time, so those permitted in its halls always have a place to socialize and plan. The full Consortium could be seated to dinner in the Manor while each member was off about their own tasks. This is only a character device meant to provide a place for members to get to know each other IC without having to put other stories on hold.
The southernmost reaches of the Sorala desert were just as unforgiving as the rest of the land. Craggy cliffs and mesas dotted the desolate landscape, providing shelter for the most weathered denizens of the arid region during the hottest hours of the day, and a place for the more clever predators to hunt with a degree of success at night. Great sandstorms frequented this wasteland, blotting out everything from the sun to breathable air, adding another layer of sand and grit to the bones of fallen travelers, buried beneath the surface. Though the land was dotted by the occasional oasis, these were few and far between, and protected by their own magic.
If a chosen one happened to know the route, however, guided by landmarks both arcane and mundane, and trusted the direction to which he was guided, he would arrive suddenly at an oasis unlike any of the others. After quenching his thirst and filling his skins at the clear pool which appeared without warning at his feet and at the edge of life itself, he would look up and find that the entire landscape had changed around him. Whether an illusion was thrust upon him or dispelled, or he was transported, was a trivial matter. He was in another place. The pool was still there, its waters clear and refreshing as before, but the desert was completely gone. In its place, a small circle of hills barely large enough to be called mountains stood as the border to a rich and lush forest. And in the midst of this forest, Blackwing Manor stands.
The Manor exists both within and outside of real time, so those permitted in its halls always have a place to socialize and plan. The full Consortium could be seated to dinner in the Manor while each member was off about their own tasks. This is only a character device meant to provide a place for members to get to know each other IC without having to put other stories on hold.
