Post by Cyros the Battlemage on Nov 4, 2006 23:00:23 GMT -5
So what am I doing here, thought Skormos, Chief Warlock of the Council of Mages and soon-to-be Arch-Mage of the Mages' Guild, as he sat at the Council Table right below the Arch-Mages' quarters. Ever since the disappearance of the previous Arch-Mage, Skormos had been the natural shoe-in for the top slot.
A set of Arch-Mage robes were neatly folded in front of him, with Skormos grumpily staring back. Skormos had been Chief Warlock of the Council for over 60 years, and now the 85 year-old Master-Sorceror was having to take the place of Arch-Mage because the previous Arch-Mage hadn't taken in an Apprentice to take his place. According to the Mandates of the Guild, an Arch-Mage without an Apprentice had to be succeeded by whomever sat as Chief Warlock of the Council of Mages.
The thing is, Skormos regretted advising the previous Arch-Mage to write that mandate. That now meant that an 85 year-old Wizard, even though he was as healthy as a teenager due to his mastery of magic, had to take on the stress and responsibilities of Arch-Mage. Sure, Raminus Polus said this was a great honor. Then again, Raminus was content in his position as a simple member of the Council, as was Skormos.
He had sat at this spot on the Council for 60 years, enjoying the security of being an esteemed member of the Council. But never, stressing the word, did he want to be Arch-Mage. There was too much stress, too much red tape, and too many formalities and the ilk with being Arch-Mage.
"Well", sighed Skormos, "It's for the best." He clutched the Arch-Mages' Robes in his hands and stood up straight and undid the sash that held the neatly-folded robe together. He wrapped it around him, sliding his muscular arms through the sleeves, and then secured it with the same sash.
Conjuring a mirror, Skormos admired how his white beard and hair contrasted with the deep shades of blue on the Robes. He looked every bit a Master Sorceror and Arch-Mage.
Placing his staff through its holster on his back, Arch-Mage Skormos proceeded up to the Arch-Mages' Chair on the Council Table and took his seat just as the rest of the Council arrived.
A set of Arch-Mage robes were neatly folded in front of him, with Skormos grumpily staring back. Skormos had been Chief Warlock of the Council for over 60 years, and now the 85 year-old Master-Sorceror was having to take the place of Arch-Mage because the previous Arch-Mage hadn't taken in an Apprentice to take his place. According to the Mandates of the Guild, an Arch-Mage without an Apprentice had to be succeeded by whomever sat as Chief Warlock of the Council of Mages.
The thing is, Skormos regretted advising the previous Arch-Mage to write that mandate. That now meant that an 85 year-old Wizard, even though he was as healthy as a teenager due to his mastery of magic, had to take on the stress and responsibilities of Arch-Mage. Sure, Raminus Polus said this was a great honor. Then again, Raminus was content in his position as a simple member of the Council, as was Skormos.
He had sat at this spot on the Council for 60 years, enjoying the security of being an esteemed member of the Council. But never, stressing the word, did he want to be Arch-Mage. There was too much stress, too much red tape, and too many formalities and the ilk with being Arch-Mage.
"Well", sighed Skormos, "It's for the best." He clutched the Arch-Mages' Robes in his hands and stood up straight and undid the sash that held the neatly-folded robe together. He wrapped it around him, sliding his muscular arms through the sleeves, and then secured it with the same sash.
Conjuring a mirror, Skormos admired how his white beard and hair contrasted with the deep shades of blue on the Robes. He looked every bit a Master Sorceror and Arch-Mage.
Placing his staff through its holster on his back, Arch-Mage Skormos proceeded up to the Arch-Mages' Chair on the Council Table and took his seat just as the rest of the Council arrived.