Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937

You, and several others, walk through the ancient Grecian colonnades of the Arcadian academy of magic, called here by one of its professors and mages: specifically, aside from the principal, the most respected person in the school.

A man is standing by a balcony overlooking the azure seas as you and others enter into a massive study, dominated by books in every language, and from every corner of the globe. From Ryner Lute's two-thousand-page treatise on the ancient past and their fusion of magic and technology to studies on the mundane sciences, most every rare volume is here.

The man turns towards you, stepping inside and out of the glare of the sun. He is wearing black: dark dress-clothes and a long black "steampunk" coat, contrasting his pale skin and stark white hair running down his back, to say nothing of his icy blue eyes. One wouldn't mistake him at first glance as one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world: but looks can be deceiving.

Azarias Snow sits in the large chair behind his desk as the group gathers in front of it. 'Welcome, all.' he says. 'I have a little job for you.' --

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