The Enclave

Daedalus, escorted here by the guards, would walk into whatever room it was that one would see upon entering the tower of the enclave, whether that be some sort of reception desk or whatever. Either way, he would expect something to happen soon after walking into the room, most likely some sort of introductions followed by an interview of some sorts, if he were to guess.

Diversity, that seemed to be a theme common to Isra, as Daedalus noted. The Enclave, however, seemed to have this feature magnified to a certain degree. A number of minorities present throughout Isra seemed to outnumber the majority within the enclave, which is, humans seemed to be less common in favor of other races. Of course, Daedalus knew this to most likely be the case due to the increased magical affinity of other races in comparison to humans, whom he had learned to be rather lacking in comparison, at least naturally.

The elf woman would still undoubtedly catch his attention, with her peculiarly designed robes. Daedalus figured she wore those robes solely for that purpose, to catch the eye, to hold it's attention. The only mystery was why, which was something that had multiple answers but was not something Daedalus could answer.

He would follow her without any furthering questions, either way, as he seemed preoccupied taking in the surroundings and thinking. There were quite a few titles that were familiar to him printed upon the spines of books tucked into the bookshelves around him he noted.

The purpose of the room was not lost upon Daedalus, as he was able to identify the runes from memory and determine the room was built to withstand the effects of magical spells and such with minimal damage. Why would the elf bring him to such a room though, he wondered. The simplest answer was perhaps that they wanted to test him and indeed the elf asked him what apptitudes he had in various magic. The room implied he would most likely have to demonstrate some of his spells as well.

"Ok, very well. I will list off some of the schools of magic I have mastered so far. Though I will say I've been dabbling in a few others as well. I hope the terms I use to define my abilities are clear to you, as I've seen that there is hardly a universal system for classifying such types of magic. I will be listing them as I first learned them with related terms."

Daedalus would think for just a second before listing off the schools of magic he knew, he spoke quickly and precisely, "I've mastered thus far... abjuration, alteration, conjuration, divination, enchantment, runecraft, evocation, and illusion."

After listing off everything he would look to the elf expectantly. He was quite confident that what he had listed would be ample enough, though he assumed he would have to demonstrate some of what he claimed.

Daedalus raised one of his own eyebrows slightly. He was not surprised by her initial reaction, though he was a bit surprised that they would be forgoing the test. It did make sense to him, though, as even among the enclave spellcasters of his own level were quite rare. 

"Very well then, I suppose I can give you a short demonstration."

Daedalus would begin then, clapping both of his hands together momentarily in the position one might use to pray before pulling them apart, one hand now grasping a perfectly round black marble between two fingers. He would show it to the elf, and she would be able to see it seemed to be a rather ordinary marble, no runes or any other such things etched into it. It was made of glass. 

"I will toss this marble up into the air, and I will complete my demonstration before it hits the ground," he said calmly. There was a noticeable uptick of mana in the immediate area then as Daedalus drew the energy to fuel his next spel. He held up the hand he was not holding the marble in then, his pointer finger outstretched and glowing with mana. His finger left a trail of golden mana shimmering in the area for several seconds after it passed and he then began drawing some runes in the air in front of him, while also beginning to chant some words, 

"Sliw somu on shos riim fir uzurwshonj les mu aunk inu ishur..." he chanted, the runes lingered and then glowed ever so slightly more bright as he completed the incantation. Daedalus had closed his eyes at some point during this process but would now open them to look at the female elf that stood across from him, his eyes which normally glowed faintly with a golden light now glowed much brighter due to the amount of mana the spell demanded he channeled. 

"It is about ready now," he said, and then he tossed the marble into the air, "Ruluausu."

The marble would seem to move in slow motion then, its trajectory through the air slowing down to a snail's pace, though Daedalus and the elf would remain unhindered, "Time is slowed in this room now, for everything and everyone but you and me unless I say otherwise, as I specified while casting. So now I have a few minutes before the marble touches the ground."

Daedalus would lower the hand he had previously used to draw the runes with, though his eyes still glowed with the same golden aura caused by the channeling of mana, he would then utter a few words to what was seemingly a much simpler spell, which caused a parchment of paper to materialize in one of his held up hands in a shower of golden bits of mana that coalesced together into the object. The same mana would burn some more runes into the paper before he let go of it.

The paper would flutter through the air, apparently under the effect of an animation spell. It was also not affected by the time-altering spell. The paper would stick to the nearest wall before burning up, leaving a portal roughly the size of the paper in its wake. This portal would quickly expand to a circular portal about two feet in radius. Through the portal, one would be able to see an empty grassy field.

The grassy field would change soon enough, however. Daedalus would turn his head to look at the elf now momentarily, "I needed a slightly bigger area to do my next demonstration." 

The marble reached the apex of it's trajectory, and would begin a slow downwards descent.

Turning away from the elf to face the portal, Daedalus would begin channeling mana through both of his hands, no longer drawing any more runes or chanting. Instead, the magic he cast seemed to be a bit more primal in nature, and the coloration of his mana reflected it. The energy that now gathered in two glowing auras cupped in his hands as he held them up was an emerald green in color, as was the energy shining through his eyes. Inside the portal, a tree began to grow in the field, and would in no time grow to be the size of an ancient oak, standing alone in the field. 

The marble continued to fall, about three-quarters of the way to the ground, it seemed the demonstration was almost over. 

Daedalu's mana would change in coloration once again, turning to a bright orange that occasionally flickered to a fiery red. The energy he channeled seemed to be a bit more chaotic and the words he chanted seemed to reflect it,

"Tirm vuud emsu kera omd amarsae em om emksoms," he spoke, as the mana he channeled darkened in color ominously, his eyes still focused on the tree through the portal. The tree seemed to be completely unaffected, though, until Daedalus uttered the final word in the spell, "Raraoka."

The tree instantly disintegrated in a huge firey explosion, sending burning debris flying throughout the entire field through the portal. The shockwave did not seem to reach the two of them in the room, however. In fact, not even the sound made it through as they witnessed the silent destruction.  

The marble hit the floor then, the sound of its impact marking the end of the demonstration and the end of the time spell, as the marble bounced and rolled normally after the initial contact. The portal would close as well in the same moment, and Daedalus would turn to gauge the elf's reaction then, the magical aura in his eyes and hands fading.  

Daedalus folds his hands behind his back, a somewhat smug smirk coming upon his features as he watched her. She seemed to be unsure of what do to next, stalling for a moment by picking up the marble. Daedalus would make no move to take the marble.

She eventually decided to take him to the chancellor, as it were, and he would follow her. He was a bit curious about why he was being taken to the chancellor though, perhaps he was in charge of The Enclave?

Her walking backwards to speak to him earned her a curious look but he would reply none the less, "My name's Daedalus," he said.

Silas and Skarlet reached the Enclave. This was Skarlet's first time here actually, she'd never decided to check it out until now. "This looks like the correct tower, there's books and people with robes on. Hopefully nothing bad happens while we're here, or if it does that it'll be fun to talk about after. Either way, let's find someone who's not busy to tell us what we want to know."

Skarlet looks around at all the spell casters training and studying, she could taste and smell the magic in the air. Hopefully someone would notice the pair.

"Fortunately I have great control over this environment." The pair is approached by a tall individual made of glowing blue energy, covered like a mummy in magic-binding wrappings, over most of his ethereal body he wore dark blue mage robes. He studied the two, but particularly Skarlet, her presence was what had caused him to notice them both. The dark magic around her was concerning to him, though he knew she may be harmless in her intentions. Without visible expressions it would not be discernable how he felt or what he was looking at. He breaks the pause and introduces himself.

"My name is Vigil, I am the acting Minister of Magic. Is there something I can help you with?" 

Finished with his studies, Vigil emerged from his chamber, he saw there was a guest. He sensed great power in her and recognized it to be one of the heroes he'd been keeping tabs on. The Ethereal mage hovers over to speak to her with his crystalline voice, similar to the other Ethereals Jun had met in the Ethereal Realm.

"Jun of the Celadine? We've never met, but I've been keeping track of your recent adventures." Vigil was quite tall, almost 7 feet though he floated a few inches off the ground. Like Gate and Purge he wore magical bindings which kepts his body in a solid glass-like form along with his own personal navy blue robes, unlike his father and brother though he has a light blue glow. He offered a hand as greeting.

Vigil looks up at Blackbean and nods. When shaking his hand you can feel the magic that his body is made of. "I'm an affiliate of the Black Tower, and for a while I was the Archmage of Isra. My name is Vigil, you may not have seen someone of my kind before. I come from the Ethereal Realm, the home of the Wisps. Not many even know of its existence and even fewer have returned from it alive."