Beneath the Prison (M for F, fantasy,corruption) -taken-

[Jacobi]

Greetings;

I have been been gone a long time and I didn’t leave on the best of terms. Its been a few years since I’ve done any kind of role-play but I thought I might give it a try see if its something I can still do. Not looking for anything too drastic, mostly just some vanilla in a fantasy setting I have been cooking up for a little while about a bored sorcerers apprentice finding something new to do without knowing what she’s toying with or if its toying with her. Also open for a secondary pairing between apprentice and teacher running along side the corruption story.

Could be short or long term.


Beneath the Prison

In a secluded corner of the Writhing Forest,far from any roads or trails there is a small shaded glenn ringed by pristine birch trees that stood in stark contrast to the ivy-plagued oaks. Within this glenn stood a small cottage surrounded by meticulously placed gardens of flowers and vegetables of all shapes and sizes. A peaceful home amid great darkness by all counts. Passing theough the door to the cottage however took you to a large Foyer with twin stairwells leading to a balcony that ringed the room,passing before large windows above the entryway through which many different locations shift and fold.

Maladin Manor was once the the home to a lineage of masters of the arcane arts. It stood as a stronghold during the the great age of darkness, throughout the war against Azmodeus and his armies of terrible beasts from the outer planes and, in the centuries of relative peace that followed.

Now, however, the Manor had fallen to obscurity. The current owner, a mere sorcerer, lives within with his apprentice. Its libraries of potent spells and alchemic tomes growing dusty.Its magical arsenal of relics gone unused save to train those who still sought the arcane arts in earnest. His students were few and far between and those that showed up often gave up after learning enough combat magic to get them out of a jam.

Though he was quite fond of his apprentice and enjoyed the company between passing students, the master of manor was often away on the bidding of his patron. At times he would disappear for weeks on end coming back with scars and scrapes and pockets full of spent scrolls and broken trinkets. Traveling alone was hard on him but the risk of bringing his apprentice within the view of his patron was too great before her power was her own. “You aren’t ready yet.” Would often be his last words to her before disappearing through the door of the manor, locking its shifting entrance to the glenn in the Withering Woods.

This left the apprentice with ample time to study and practice on her own. Allowing her access to Simpler parts of the magical arsenal to train in the use of magical armor and weapons he had deemed of her skill level. The alchemical laboratory in the basement to Brew potions and balms with the supplies in the garden. Perusing the library to grow her knowledge.

Though even with all these options the apprentice often grew bored and would wander the halls or flip through some of the tomes that hadn’t been properly catalogued. It was during one of these times she stumbled upon a slim,unmarked book scrawled within with odd writing. Flowing script of interlocking rings that boggled the mind as to what they could possibly mean. The strangest thing about the book, however, was the swirling black image just inside the cover.

Placing her hand upon the image to gauge its texture caused her world to vanish, being left within an inky void as countless stars blazed to life all around her. She feels her feet rest upon a hard surface as a small platform forms beneath her feet, seeming to grow outward from her position before ending at the wall of a colossal crystal tower with a heavy door laid in the side, the only feature upon it being a slot just large enough to seat the book.

Upon placing the book in the slot the door swung open into the interior, a large spiral staircase lit by the glowing crystal of the very walls that stretched down far below her. Long chains hung from the ceiling, dangling cages and bottles containing creatures the likes of which she had never seen before that matched descriptions from some of her reading.

Descending the tower revealed fiercer and fiercer monsters, all contained within their own enclosures. Though the monsters snapped and snarled at her in passing the feeling of safety never waned,as if she was wandering the halls of a dream. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she came to a hatch in the floor that leads to a ladder to a dark stone corridor ending at a vaulted door that had been left open just enough to let the light of the chamber beyond flow into the hall.

Pushing opened the vaulted door reveals a small cell carved into the crystal of the tower, a heavy iron circle laid into the floor within which sat a simple bed, a small table and a wooden chair. Upon the chair sat a fair skinned man with sharp features. Long yellow hair hanging down behind pointed ears that bent upwards on the side of his head. He wore simple linens and around his neck rested a bolted silver collar crackling softly with magical energies. He didn’t raise his head from the book he sat reading as he spoke in a long dead language in a bored tone, the only word of which she understood being the name of the manor.

When no response comes he raises his piercing blue eyes with crossed blue pupils up to her and gave her a puzzled expression before speaking in a common tongue. “You are unfamiliar to me.”

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Note: this is not indicative of the post length or quality I am looking for. Feel free to PM me if you are interested

[Jacobi]

Edit notes:
-added more parameters
-fixed a massive formatting issue I hadn’t intended or noticed.