The Beginning of a Magical Journey
SilverFeathers
Ruler of the Sky
The Beginning of a Magical Journey
Date
Year 607, September 1st
Time
Early Morning
Location
Randalla Academy - Front Gate
Mentions
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Year 607, September 1st
Time
Early Morning
Location
Randalla Academy - Front Gate
Mentions
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For as far as the eye can see, only jagged spires and treacherous earth could be seen, matched with an eerie stillness that felt as if a predator was watching your every move.
At least, that was the usual situation. But today, even if one peered down from a tall mountain, small dots could be seen hiking their way over mountain tops and peeking out through man-made caverns. Curiosity and determination filled their faces, no matter how naive, as they slowly peered up at their destination, a cluster of sturdy buildings etched firmly into a tall mountain side.
The final stretch fortunately involved a staircase, a blessing for those who have hiked up mountain after mountain to get here, yet it was still a significantly steep climb to the academy's front gates. The staircase, like the academy's buildings, wasn't particularly pleasing to the eye either. Simple and functional, there weren't even railings to help with the climb, appearing as mere stone slabs positioned in an even ascending order.
Such a sight, though faint, truly showcased what this academy stood for.
There would be no shortcuts, no easy ways out. If you could turn something into a challenge, then do it.
Though thousands applied for the academy across the entirety of Aes Aralis, the number of those that made it to the front gates were far lesser. Whether they were consumed by the clever predators slinking in the dark, fell through a treacherous crevice or succumbed to the elements, or perhaps simply abandoned the journey half-way through, there were countless reasons why applicants would not show up.
Naturally, the staff of Randalla Academy were used to it. As such, classes were decided, quite simply, based on the order in which they arrive.
If one reached the top of the steps, they would find the black gates of the barred academy wide open, with a single woman standing at its center. Her hair was loose and raven, faintly messy even, whilst her sleepy crimson eyes drifted open and closed, relaxedly awaiting the next lot of pupils that would inevitably make their way up the steps. Clad in a plain black formal dress that reached her heels, she looked rather bored, and a bit out place considering the treacherous environment.
Make-shift earthen benches were erected either side of her, looking a little odd considering the vast, flat expanse behind her that led towards formidable, stone-like buildings. If one was knowledgable, perhaps they would feel that the atmosphere here faintly resembled that of a military camp, with a serious, calm, yet sturdy and safe feeling to it.
A few simple wooden signs were posted in front of the woman who didn't appear to be paying much attention to her surroundings. Quite simply, they read:
"Sit down on the benches and await for the entirety of your class to arrive."
"Minor refreshments have been supplied to my right."
"If you require medical attention, an improvised clinic has been setup to my left."
Indeed, to the woman's right laid a small table of refreshments. Nothing fancy, just some small sandwiches, dry biscuits and water, barely enough to soothe one's stomach if they're desperate.
Additionally, to the woman's left laid a small open-air clinic, setup with tarps and basic medical equipment. A man with blond hair and squinty eyes was rummaging about quietly, cleaning up blood stains and re-arranging equipment.
At least, that was the usual situation. But today, even if one peered down from a tall mountain, small dots could be seen hiking their way over mountain tops and peeking out through man-made caverns. Curiosity and determination filled their faces, no matter how naive, as they slowly peered up at their destination, a cluster of sturdy buildings etched firmly into a tall mountain side.
The final stretch fortunately involved a staircase, a blessing for those who have hiked up mountain after mountain to get here, yet it was still a significantly steep climb to the academy's front gates. The staircase, like the academy's buildings, wasn't particularly pleasing to the eye either. Simple and functional, there weren't even railings to help with the climb, appearing as mere stone slabs positioned in an even ascending order.
Such a sight, though faint, truly showcased what this academy stood for.
There would be no shortcuts, no easy ways out. If you could turn something into a challenge, then do it.
Though thousands applied for the academy across the entirety of Aes Aralis, the number of those that made it to the front gates were far lesser. Whether they were consumed by the clever predators slinking in the dark, fell through a treacherous crevice or succumbed to the elements, or perhaps simply abandoned the journey half-way through, there were countless reasons why applicants would not show up.
Naturally, the staff of Randalla Academy were used to it. As such, classes were decided, quite simply, based on the order in which they arrive.
If one reached the top of the steps, they would find the black gates of the barred academy wide open, with a single woman standing at its center. Her hair was loose and raven, faintly messy even, whilst her sleepy crimson eyes drifted open and closed, relaxedly awaiting the next lot of pupils that would inevitably make their way up the steps. Clad in a plain black formal dress that reached her heels, she looked rather bored, and a bit out place considering the treacherous environment.
Make-shift earthen benches were erected either side of her, looking a little odd considering the vast, flat expanse behind her that led towards formidable, stone-like buildings. If one was knowledgable, perhaps they would feel that the atmosphere here faintly resembled that of a military camp, with a serious, calm, yet sturdy and safe feeling to it.
A few simple wooden signs were posted in front of the woman who didn't appear to be paying much attention to her surroundings. Quite simply, they read:
"Sit down on the benches and await for the entirety of your class to arrive."
"Minor refreshments have been supplied to my right."
"If you require medical attention, an improvised clinic has been setup to my left."
Indeed, to the woman's right laid a small table of refreshments. Nothing fancy, just some small sandwiches, dry biscuits and water, barely enough to soothe one's stomach if they're desperate.
Additionally, to the woman's left laid a small open-air clinic, setup with tarps and basic medical equipment. A man with blond hair and squinty eyes was rummaging about quietly, cleaning up blood stains and re-arranging equipment.
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