Private Tales Better Call Jerik

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer

Spencer

Greatest Mage in the World
Elbion College
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The sun shined brightly against the dunes of endless sand. It was a sight that one grew tired of quickly while developing a hatred for the particles that found a way to filter everywhere. A young mage wrapped her cloak around her body, using it as a shield to protect her fair skin from the sun and sand.

Looking up, Spencer wondered if she would be face to face with more sand, or if finally, she would see the grand city that lay in these lands. To her surprise, there was still sand, but also the place she had been searching for these past few months. Groaning, the girl retrieved the cat familiar that had been walking at her side and allowed it into the pack. The creature had finally talked herself mute, which was a blessing and a curse.

Entering the city, she began to search for the man. His image and fire haunted her dreams. The girl wanted to be like him; she wanted that same power - yet she also feared him. Shrugging the chill that shook her spine, she continued to follow his magical trail. For how powerful he was, she assumed he would be better at hiding it - or maybe it was just a nod to her magical abilities.

All-day, she lurked about the city coming across the palace. Blessed with a silver tongue, she convinced some of the guards she belonged there. She supposedly desired to be the pupil of some mummy girl named Medja. The soldiers seemed so enamored by the mummy woman’s beauty, and it was easy to convince them to allow Spencer passage to meet with her.

Scoffing at them, she quickly continued and found the large door where her adventure had finally taken her. Clearing her throat, the girl knocked on the door roughly with a rapid rhythm.

Maho 'Jerik' Sparhawk