Open Chronicles Seeking An Understanding

[Djana Mahin]

Elbion - University Archives

Djana stalked quietly down the cobbled streets of Elbion, her lips thin and her face a plaster mold of impatience.

She did not like this city.

Usually she thrived in cities, excelled when she was surrounded by people of all race, age, and education. Here though? Here she walked on egg-shells. Everything she had to do needed to be done carefully, everything she said had to be double checked.

It put her on edge.

Her entire body felt tense, like every muscle was constantly flexed.

The Mages of Elbion were an astute bunch. Here even the most foolish looking teenager could turn out to be some sort of magical prodigy. It made her work far more difficult. Manipulation was hard when dealing with logical minds, even more so when magic was involved.

She had been careful not to use the Weaving here, very careful. So far she had managed everything well enough, no one suspected her, but with each trip to the Archives she felt herself set more on edge.

Djana needed to find what she was looking for and get out.

 

[Brandar the Burned]

He ran his fingers over the spine of a book, the glyphs embossed on the leather from a language he was familiar with, but couldn't read. He'd come to see one of the mages at the college, and found himself in the archives in the process. Why was he there? He wasn't entirely sure.

But one had a hard time resisting the call of knowledge, he supposed, even if they were a pirate. His hand sank into the pocket of his deep violet captain's coat, stolen years ago from a Dark Elf Captain he'd taken a particular dislike to. His palm, out of force of habit, rubbed over the pommel of the cutlass that hung in a scabbard from his belt.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his scarred visage to find an olive skinned beauty moving through the archives. She... did not look like she belonged. It wasn't her looks, but her bearing, but he couldn't pinpoint just what it was. A brow rose.

He may as well spook her - he wasn't doing anything else. "Lost?" He calls, in a voice that sounded like a saw cutting through rotted wood.

 

[Djana Mahin]

The Great Lord shielded. He protected.

It was for that reason that Djana did not flinch at the voice, though a woman with lesser constitution might have. She had spent most of her life accosted by men, her beauty drawing the eye of every sailor and crass noble she had never met. They had once been a concern, but not since the Great Lord had begun watching over her.

"Lost?" She mused to the sound of the voice, her gaze never quite finding where the man stood. "No."

Djana kept her stride as she traversed through the Archive, emerald eyes lackadaisically bouncing between the shelves as she searched for the books she required.

Elbion was dangerous for her, tense, but she wouldn't crumble under the pressure.