Loke Fullbuster
The Language Enthusiast
HEART OF THE WARMAIDEN
[SIZE= 14px]The magic council peered down from their bench at the bright faced mages that stood before them. These were the mages they would be sendimg in to face potentially one of the largest threats that's faced Fiore in the past couple decades. Meral Farris, the head of the magic council sat in the direct center of the bench, carefully inspecting the mages. Some belonged to guilds while others had been guildless mages who answered the call. Regardless of how they wound up here, she knew these were all she had to work with. She peered over the frames of her glasses then closed her eyes and smirked. "Since my time as a guild master, I can see that times have changed. The magic energy radiating from wach of you is astounding. We have some very powerful mages here, and I have great hopes for you all." [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 14px]Meral opened her eyes and spoke directly to the group now, "You all are probably wondering why we've called you here on such short notice." Meral spoke, her tone shifting from notalgic to matter of factly. "If you will turn your head to the lacrima display, you will see one of our military's very own airships, the Warmaiden. This picture was taken to months prior to today... the last time we ever saw the Warmaiden." Meral eyed the mages and gauged their responses. Some looked very curious, others seemed not to care, but she knew she had their attention. "We sent the Warmaiden out on a flight test that very same day. It was routed to head north east, over the mountains, then back to base. The airship set off for the mountains, and we lost contact with it. Fearing something was terribly wrong, we sen't search parties out to look for it, yet nothing came up. Now, I know this story was long winded, but can any of you tell me WHY I asked you all here?" Meral paused, waiting for anyone to speak.[/SIZE]