Private Tales A Candle in the Hallway

  • Distant lands call to you, Guest. The next world event coming soon.

    A land once ruled by Dragons and Gods opens, but not every secret of Arethil's past is safe to uncover.

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Iskandar

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Volta
Office of Conductivity



Iskandar rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes. Another blinding flash of lightning. One should expect him, as a luminancer, to be used to the brightness. But see, as a mage of light, he could normally control the light he made to manageable qualities. Why form a blinding light when you can make it a reasonable light? It made no sense at all to just deprive oneself of vision. The rolling sound of thunder echoed, breaking him out of his little reverie, and he saw that the person in front of him had finished whatever business he was conducting; as he stepped away, Iskandar promptly took his place.

The clerk behind the desk looked a bit bored. Probably because there weren’t that many people in the lobby in the first place; Iskandar supposed that must be a strange event, what with people constantly entering and leaving the city; there were certainly a lot of different faces here! Similar to Annuakat. Except, well, for the fact that there was lightning everywhere. That certainly made Volta quite different from Annuakat. A slight cough sounded in the air, and Iskandar resumed attention back to the slightly bemused attendant.

“Er, yes. I’m here to-” Iskandar was cut off.

“Here to exchange currency, and store metal objects?”

Iskandar raised an eyebrow at the man behind the counter as he reached inside his satchel to grab his coins. “Store my metal objects?”

“Yes, yes. Lightning tends to be attracted to metal. Why else would we want to exchange currency as well?”


At that, Iskandar shrugged. I assumed it was because it was a good way of regulating currency to prevent some sort of commercial abuse?” At that, the attendant gave a start.

“Goodness, no! Well, that’s not the primary reason why. We don’t want any visitors to get electrocuted to death.” Iskandar conceded the point. Made sense. “So…”

“Here it is.” At that, Iskandar dumped the piles of coins, and started sifting through it, separating the coins into their respective values. The assistant blinked, and stared at Iskandar’s focus.

“That must’ve been quite the surgery.” Iskandar glanced at the man, before returning his attention back to the coins.

“Mmh. Not as bad as you’re probably thinking.” To which the assistant let out a small ‘oh.’ Shortly afterwards, Iskandar was pushing the coins through to the other side, gold first, then silver, then bronze, and the assistant was making sure to keep them in their respective valued piles. “It should be twenty gold pieces, fifty eight silver, and seventy three bronze.”

“Not much excess, is there?”

“I don’t like having to carry extra weight.”


The clerk nodded, before clearing his throat and pointing out, “You’re going to have to remove your buckle and jacket sir.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. Any metal is a liability, after all.”


Iskandar groaned, before asking, “Would it be possible to replace the buttons and buckle with other materials?”

“Why, yes! Volta has several artisans who are skilled in glassmaking and woodworking! I’m fairly certain you can get a glass buckle and wooden buttons somewhere.”


Iskandar smiled his thanks, until the next question by the clerk stopped him cold.

“So, where’s your weapon? Someone with your attire surely must have some sort of weapon on them.”

Iskandar stared at the clerk, his mesmerizing eyes causing the poor man to blink a bit confusedly. “I don’t have any on me.” The Clerk’s disbelieving face prompted Iskandar to explain before the man probably called the guards. “I’m a mage, you see.”

“Ah. And.. what discipline do you follow?”

“Luminancy.”

“Lumi...nancy? Light magic? I’ve never heard of that discipline before.”

“It’s not a well known magic. Very informal.”

“I..see. Well, you should know, the University of Volta is always looking for mages. You can’t miss it. Giant glass sphere, behemoth size.”

“...Thanks. I’ll see if I can visit it.”
The rest of the conversation was spent discussing the best place to stay for the night, before Iskandar got his new currency, and trotted off. Meanwhile, the assistant turned around, and told the clerk next to him, “Would you believe it! What on Arethil does a luminancer do, exactly? Throw out light?”

Upon exiting the Office of Conductivity, Iskandar took a deep breath, before letting it out in a sigh. Already, he was missing his familiar gambeson and coat as the wind ruffled his loose top. He supposed he would have to visit one of the tradesmen in order to get the necessary items. As of right now, he had to find an inn for the night, as Kerrus probably wasn’t quite ready for him at the moment. With destination in mind, Iskandar set off.
 

Jonathan Burr

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Outside of the Office of Conductivity, Iskandar would be assailed by all sorts of sights and sounds. The restaurants and trading shops were the closest to the gate, including shops that sold common replacements for items that may have been forgotten in the rush to shed metal items; glass and wood buckles, toggles, services that advertised equipment renting, and one that displayed more delicate objects like wooden watches.

Inns were a bit further into the city; and all of them attempting to outdo the other. There was a massive stable that held all sorts of creatures from visitors, and several large sprawling buildings that advertised themselves as inns. Though the normal inn may only have one floor, the largest inn in Volta had four distinct stories. L’Hotel was a prideful work of engineering by the city, and loudly advertised itself as such with a plaque next to the door. A Sphinx butler was settled just inside the door, an intimidating figure over six feet fall. She had the body of a lion, but the face of a woman. Clearly, she was meant to be the guard for the establishment. A large wooden desk served as reception, with two sunny-looking elves behind it.

Down the street a ways, another hotel beckoned. Not quite as uptight, it catered to the weary traveler with two floors, an indoor bar and restaurant, and advertised free baths. The Indica Majika was the largest establishment, though technically not a hotel it certainly grabbed the eye.

Indica Majika was a towering construction that looked like a green glass bird cage, complete with tropical plants and water walls lining the tiled reception area. While it had rooms available on the second floor, Indica was best known for its relaxing baths, spa services, massages, and delicately overpriced things to nibble while in any of the former. It’s proprietor was a troll, a huge creature almost sixteen feet tall with tusks that burgeoned out another six like some great elephant. Contrary to his looks, Indica was a boisterous and humorous soul, given more to having a glass of champagne with his guests than skewer them.

Such was Volta. It had its own culture, a veritable melting pot, and races from all over Arethil had come to create and experiment in comfort.

Iskandar
 

Iskandar

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Iskandar walked through the city, the loss of his jacket bothering him more than it should. He really needed to stop by a tailor... He shook his head. First, a place to stay. The first place he arrived at was L'Hotel. Really, there was no way he couldn't avoid stopping by it, what with it's immense size. After stopping at the doors and rolling his shoulders, Iskandar took a deep breath, and stepped in.

Well, this hotel was certainly upscale. Not only in size, but in style as well. While Iskandar was more used to wealthy establishments than when he was an urchin, they still always filled him with a sense of.. well, bittersweet longing. And an overwhelming sense of depression. Maybe this wasn't such a goo- What was that creature standing in front of him!? Iskandar did a double take, before a small grin overtook his face. Well, is this what a sphinx looked like? Master Forrel had shown him sketches of such creatures, and he'd heard sailors describe one, but to meet one in person was... well, it was definitely a different beast than hearing and learning about it.

He gave a quiet and brief greeting, before walking through, heading to the large wooden desk that dominated the scene. The lobby itself was quite spacious, and lavishly decorated. When Iskandar arrived at the desk, they quickly started talking business. ...Which shortly resulted in Iskandar walking out of the building, red faced and shoulders slumped. That was... embarrasing. He could only afford one night there? No, Iskandar couldn't afford that. He gave a resigned sigh, before picking his head back up, and trotting along once more.

The next building Iskandar found himself in front of was a giant glass dome. The Indica Majica. This place had a variety of plants, and the architecture itself was quite exotic. True, Iskandar came from one of the most diverse cities in Arethil, but most of that time spent there was in the slums. And while he spent much of his elder years in Elbion, Elbion was exotic in the... magical sense. While still exotic, its culture was still very much uniform. But enough reminiscing! This hotel practically shouted exoticism and distant lands, and Iskandar felt a grin tugging on his face again. He would love to stay here!

And so thus Iskandar entered the building. This lobby was also spacious, but while L'Hotel had a sense of.. elegance, this one had a sense of grace, if that distinction could apply. L'Hotel's wooden frame and large interior gave it a sense of majesty, while the Indica Majica's tiled reception area, along with it's rather tropical plants and interesting interior choice, gave a sense of openess that L'Hotel couldn't match. He strode up to the rather massive innkeeper- a troll, Creator know it! Yet, despite his fearsome looks, Iskandar found the troll rather acceptable company. After chatting for some time, the big question was dropped. Price.

...Iskandar slunk out of the hotel. His face was beet red. He also couldn't afford that place. Well, he could, but for one night!? No, Iskandar was not that confident in his abilities to get a stable income. He was definitely feeling down. The Indica Majica was a beautiful place. Iskandar wanted to stay there. But he simply just.. couldn't afford it. This was.. depressing. Iskandar trudged along through the streets, the need to get a profession stronger than ever. One last hotel. This one was much smaller than the others, only two stories. It was nondescript compared to the other two, though it still offered quite the services. But... still. Iskandar entered, and quickly went to business. If news was to be bad, Iskandar wanted it over with quickly.

Two nights. While, granted, it was better than one night, it was still quite ridiculous. Two nights. Was Iskandar seriously not financally prepared enough for Volta? Iskandar blinked, before sighing internally. Well, this is the best option that I have...

Iskandar quickly settled the deal. ...There goes looking around for a tailor... Iskandar shook his head, and resolved to dedicate the next day to finding potential clients, or at the very least, a job.
 

Jonathan Burr

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The smaller hotel was certainly less grand than L’Hotel or the Indica Majika, but that didn’t mean it was a dump. The room had a clean bed on a recently flipped mattress, fluffy pillows, and a closet available for him to hang his things up. The water in the basin on the nightstand was clean, the carpets washed. It was humble, but it wasn’t as though he risked lice. A small glass dish held a complimentary token for a bath, and in the nightstand there was a guide to Volta itself.

One thing all the hotels had, big or small, was a small Crystal on the windowsill. When Iskandar entered the room, it brought forth the illusion of a scroll unfurling in midair.

The University of Volta welcomes visitors to our fair city! If you have need of magical services, education, or wish to serve the city yourself, please present yourself on the University grounds to one Professor Haley Lytra. Thank you, and enjoy your stay.

After concluding reading its message aloud, the scroll would simply vanish in a puff of illusory smoke, and would not appear again.

In the morning, there was a breakfast available. It was simple; hard boiled eggs, buttered toast, and sausage, but at least it was free of charge.

Iskandar