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As the large clock on tower in the courtyard struck 12pm, the bell chimed throughout the campus. Lillianna was just in time to see a sudden surge in traffic as students began moving from one lecture to their next. These were not just students of magic, Source, elemntal theory etc. But also history, mathematics, the natural sciences, engineering, art and much more. The Academy boasted 2000 students, mostly of middle and upper class backgrounds. And of course there were those who possessed the Gift - The Source Crystal - something that changed life and limitations for a person, no matter their station.

Most of the campus was open to Lillianna, but there were particular places that might interest the twin-element mage:

1. The Grand Library of the Light and Dark Domains

2. The Grand Library of the Water and Air Domains

3. The cliffedge gardens where many important mages and academics were an audience for some fiercesome debates

4. Anywhere else that might take her fancy


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Among the men and women in the main hub of literature pertaining to the Light and Dark Domain, a Cleric named Simon was giving a lecture to a younger and newer Cleric. The library itself was dominated by light, the thematic decorations showing the difference in the number of shelves commited to each Domain. Dark magic was largely illegal, and what wasn't illegal was highly regulated behind licensing laws. However, there was information available, just not nearly as much as the books, scrolls and tomes dedicated to the Light Domain.

Simon's lecture was nothing academic. He was simply venting to an up-and-coming adventurer about why he retired early and became a teacher.

"Restoration magic is a perfectly valid school of magic," he grumbled. "In fact, it's probably the most important. But do you get the thanks and the credit for that? Quinity, no! Clerics are constantly overlooked and underappreciated. People would rather be enamored by the fancy light-show of fire and lightning, while we Clerics are doing all the work."

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Over the other side of the campus grounds in the Grand Library of the Water and Air Domain, Simon's friend was giggity-giggling to maniacally to himself while holding a book in one hand to read, using his other to summon Air magic and manipulating small spheres of lightning into various shapes. This was Appsro, who was part of a group of best friends and academics that included Simon and two others.

Appsro was nothing like Simon. While Simon was always complaining about something or other, Appsro was always making a dirty joke, often employing the phrase, 'That's what she said.' He'd been with the Academy as a part-time teacher and engineer for his entire career. He was a person who happened to wake up with the Gift of the Source Crystal as a toddler - something fairly rare - but he'd never desired to be an adventurer.

Consistently thematic as the other libraries, this library was decorated with magical lights and illusions, depicting snowy winds, upside-down waterfalls and blueish lighting.

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The open courtayrd and gardens on the north side of the Academy had one of the best views in Valhiem, due to the area hanging right on the edge of Citadel Moutain. At this moment, a formal debate was being conducted on the some questions and challenges that the scientific world had for the acolytes of traditional magical theory. Such deep philosophical battle was a senstive and volatile challenge of beliefs, and so the debate was fierce and audience participation in the form of grumbling and heckling came after almost every point made.

Some people simply watched from further back, interested but not quite as invested as those at the front shaking their fists or calling out.
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My Brain: "Spider MacKensie, Spider MacKensie, does whatever a Spider MacKensie does~"


Zool might be a bit young to remember that one, Crusader. Post a pic/gif so she gets the reference


Sister Idril was naturally suspicious of the Juliet. Experience had taught her that the younger woman attracted trouble like a flame would a moth. In addition to this, the beads of sweat on Juliet's forehead and the fact she'd scurried off a little too quickly, was enough to raise an alarm. But apparently there were people who'd come to the church in need of help related to ghosts of the dead, so there was no time to investigate.

"Good day to you, children of Iris," she said on approach to Lillianna and Fenna. "How may I be of help to you?" After listening to Lillianna, Idril considered the best course of action. "Your information is unfortunately sparse," she told them. "But perhaps there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The sister of the deceased... it is possible you might be able to track her down. Just a moment."

She left Fenna and Lillianna in the antechamber at the end of a corridor, disappearing through a door. The wait was no more than twenty minutes and when she returned, she handed Lillianna a piece of paper.

"Here is a list of village churches in Central Mytheria. I have used my best judgement to narrow down the possibilities. If the woman is from the local region, you will find her in one of these places. If or when this list is exhausted, we can always broaden our search to the regions beyond. I am afraid this is the best help I can offer you." She showed them out of the church. At the entrance, her old eyes managed to miss the mess that was drying up. "I hope you find the peace you looking for. Best of luck to you."

The shortlist was only five names long. Sister Irdil had managed to strike out a great deal of possible locations. Once Lillianna and Fenna cross-referenced the names with a map of Central Mytheria, they would see that the villages were spread quite far to the north, west and south of Valhiem. One village however would be the obvious place to look first:

Cherrad - It was right next door to the big city. And it just so happened to be on the way to the Temple of Hades.


Sister Juliet hadn't even realised anyone was watching, so she went from in pain to squeaking with alarm when Fenna and Lillianna appeared by her side.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," the servant of Iris responded as she allowed the women to help her to her feet. Halfway up, she paused, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Lucinda?" Who was that? She couldn't recall anyone by that name. But on Lillianna's revealing that she could see ghosts, the Sister realised she was dealing with someone gifted in...

...gifted in slipping and falling too. "For the crystal tears of Mother! Sorry!" Still in Fenna's grasp, she managed to stand up straight. "Thank you," she said to her, then looked back at Lillianna with a frightful expression. "I am so sorry."

Tentatively stepping from out of the wet floor zone, she looked around to make sure none of the other Sisters had come and seen the mess she'd made, then helped Lillianna to her feet. "I am extraordinarily sorry."

She looked about the young woman to make sure her clothes were not ripped and she wasn't hurt, residual pain on her face amongst the worry. Then she rushed around the wet zone to fetch the ladder and bucket and put it to one side. After that, she looked at the wet floor, biting her fingernails with that same look of worry she always wore when she knew she was close to getting into trouble.

"I should..." she went to run into Church, then paused, looked back at Fenna and Lillianna, her eyes bouncing from one to other. "You said you were here on behalf of a Lucinda? About a... ghost?" With a look up and down Lillianna to reconfirm that she wasn't scuffed or bleeding or anything, she added a final mouthed, "Sorry."
Apply is on. 🤔


Hey Remuri! Yes, you're free to apply, I've sent you a PM so we can chat about your entry.
Hi, are you still accepting new applications?


Hi Vec! Yes we are, I've sent you a PM, brother. Let's see what we can do about bringing you into the fold!




'Around the corner, any second now' might perhaps have been a tad hyperbolic. Or perhaps the local just meant that it would be easily visible as soon as they turned the corner. Either way, the Church of Iris stood out clearly all along the western stretch, just outside the city limits.



There were many smaller churches in Valhiem in addition to The Temple of the Quinity. Some were devoted to just one diety. Some devoted to more than one - usually connected siblings. One Church in the rich, southwestern quadrant, was devoted to Iskara and her three children; Kyrious, Barash and Taosi. But of all the churches, that most notable was the Church of Iris. On any given Sunday, the crowd of citizens gathered for sermon could consist of men, women and children of all classes from all parts of the city. Mother Iris, the first being of The Source, was loved above all.

The Sisters of the church were tending to various duties while the Church was not busy. Sister Anne and Sister Idril were busy with administration in the main office. Sister Liriel, Gozar and Tifali were out procuring goods for living. This left the bubbly, clumsy delightful disaster that was Sister Juliet on cleaning duties.

She was outside, on a small step ladder, washing the stained glass windows of the front entrance. The women approaching would be just in time to see Juliet bend down to soak her sponge in the bucket and wobble the step ladder into chaos. "W-w-waaaagh!"

Her feet flew out up into the air. The step ladder flew away. The bucket hit the floor, soapy water everywhere. All before the poor Sister landed flat on her back in the wet.
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Well, to be fair it was an eventful 72 hours lol


You're not lying!
And that thing Adam had talked about doing for a while is finally done! I didn't think it would be over lunch, but I'm happy with it.


It took me a minute to remember... Adam has been waiting for what seems like forever to thank James for the first battle.

Adam was able to dodge the creature's first attack, but the second one struck successfully, sending him flying a ways back. Being hit by a creature more than twice his size was something the man had never experienced, and with any luck, he'd never have to do so again. It was painful. But upon reflection, it could've been much worse. It didn't feel like anything was broken and the nature magic user could breathe normally. Was this the "hocus pocus" James had talked about earlier? He'd have to thank him later.


This is from Page 3 - 7 months ago! And I'm pretty sure there were other mentions of Adam wanting to thank James for this moment, later in the story.

I'm proud of Adam for getting around to it! In context, it was only 72 hours ago for the characters lol.




The Southeastern quadrant of the city was the richest area in Valhiem, (or at least, within the walls,) home to the upper-middle class, with well-patrolled and often-cleaned streets. Golden Tree Park was the centerpiece of the area, bordered by Beam Street North, Beam Street East, West and South. Zell was walking along Beam Street North towards the main intersection of the area.

The Nightingale sat on this intersection and was the most famous and exclusive restaurant, bar and function room establishment in Valhiem. Any notable social event or party that did not take place in the grand halls of The Citadel, most likely were taking place at The Nightingale.

Outside, Zell would see a garden of pretty colours, perfectly trimmed hedgerows, protected by fancy iron-railing fence and staff that were better dressed than most citizens in the city. So well dressed they were that it was hard to tell who were servers, greeters or security until they spoke to you. Clean, white stone steps led up to the garden and made pathways throughout, and all-together, the outside area had two levels above the street entrance. The building itself was an angular design of grand proportions and inside was a magnificent feast for the eyes. Musicians played, as they did in many establishments, but here only the finest violinists, strings and pianos played, with music resembling the classical music of earth. And too the finest chefs and servers in Mytheria could secure employment here. Enchanting lighting, statues, a dance floor, bar, with several fine dining areas within and without that made one feel as though they were the classiest man or woman on the mortal plane.

This was The Nightingale.

And like most major cities in this world and the last, one only had to walk 30 mins in the right direction to find themselves going from one class of neighbourhood into a different one.

The Northeastern quadrant of Valhiem was a mix of working and lower-middle class residence. The Brass Monkey was a notable tavern and gambling house in the area. It was not quite so famous, but not because it couldn't be. It was well known to be the headquarters of the private company; Dent, Dent and Farley. AKA The Thieves Guild. Everyone who knew, knew. Even the law was not ignorant to this fact. But The Thieves Guild had ways of co-existing with the rest of the city. Their contribution to the economy, the welfare of the city, their connection and expertise in the Adventurer Classes in and around the Ranger and Rogue class. Said expertise aiding and abetting their evasive crimes making them nigh untouchable when combined with their political connections and shadowy, inscrutible membership. The Thieves Guild could not be dismantled.

The Brass Monkey was a relatively big and clean establishment, when not compared to upper class standards. But even as you neared the front entrance and yard, it started to become clear what kind of place this was and what kind of people frequented it. Here among the patrons were men who liked dark clothing or hooded cloaks, tattoos or scars, carried weapons or huge hulking muscle. Adventurers of the less pure persuasion also liked the place, in addition to Rangers and Rogues who came to learn more or use the massive practice facilities in the training grounds behind the place.

As Zell got closer, a man who was dressed much like a stereotypical pirate of all things, with a teardrop inked on his cheek amongst other tattoos, would raise his chin to mean-mug the englishman.

"Oi," he called out with a voice like gravel. "The fuck you looking at, baby-face?"
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