So, from a conversation I had recently, I've been thinking about worldbuilding again. Something that never really works well for me, because it always seems to go nowhere. I can put together.. build.. these cathedrals of worlds, endlessly intricate and delicate, but I don't have any use for them. They don't really get any playtime.. either because I don't have time to run it, or because noone else has any desire to.
The Guild of the Ivory Winds, home to some of the most powerful wizards in the lands of Kyraenil, shone radiantly on this day. Unbeknown st to the myriad leaders of the guild, one brilliantly shining pupil was to enter the tower this day. A pupil that hid many secrets, and would eventually prove to be one of the most indomitable challenges they should ever face.Mrrh. Yeah, I started writing that, and finished it a few hours later. Whoops. I'll write more tomorrow, for now, I head to bed.
The day was glorious, the sun glaring radiantly from its high throne. Not a cloud in sight, the rolling grasslands stretched on for miles in every direction. This idyllic scene, punctuated by small villages surrounded by farmlands, laid strong at the glorious feet of the Guild. Centered from a massive tower of glinting ivory and the renowned dark steel that the Ivory Winds were so known for, the wizards here kept the entirety of the lands under their fierce protection. They served as the center of academia, educating young scholars and training young, burgeoning magi in the mystic arts that have long been mastered and passed forward to each younger generation. The warm sun sat high in the sky, burning its way through the endless miles of the cloudless sky, shining and glinting off the armor of the two guards standing aside the main entrance to the tower. Through this scene of beauty, a young man strolled, coming to the guild as a stranger, to train with the most potent masters known in the land.