The Lost Kingdom...

[Lord Kenshin]

OOC: This is a closed thread for me and Maid of Marvels

This thread is basically about a lost kingdom plagued by war, wizards, witches, knights, goblins, ogres, dragons, and fairies. Just post some basic character information.


Char Name: High Mage Pastlin Silver
Age: 25
Hair: Blonde, short (faded)
Eyes: Grey, cloudy
Appearance: Black cloak covering black cotton pants, cotton long sleeve shirt, sash, leather slippers. Also wears his fathers amulet around his neck.
Weapon(s): Staff with a large crystal atop it.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Pastlin stood in the main room of his small cabin, glancing out the window to the castle. He frowned and closed the shutters, grabbing his staff and heading back to his reading room. He stepped over the threshold and muttered a soft encantation, the door closing and seeming being enclosed in a soft, almost unseeing cloud of smoke. It was a simple spell really, no one but the original caster could open the door, and therefore he was left to himself to do his studies.

"Infislia... Dorneblo... Fatawle" The words flowed from Pastlin's tongue, resounding in the room as a thin stream of lightning struck from the end of Pastlin's staff.

Pastlin controlled this little beam with his fingertips, moving them one way as the lightning followed. He smiled, he always felt so warm and estatic while performing a magic spell or encantation. His skin was tanned, dusted from being out on the paths earlier in the day. His hair was messy, tangled and uncombed. He cared less, no one had visited him since they needed him to teach the lesser mages tricks and spells. And they still have yet to learn them completely.

Pastlin let his fingers drop, the lightning vanished as he slumped back in a chair, muttering the same words as before, the cloud around the door vanishing as it slowly crept open an inch.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Pastlin stood slowly, leaning on the staff as he made his way out of the laboratory, closing the door silently behind him as he stepped over the threshold. He looked down the hallway to the main room, then turned and made his way to his washroom, emptying the buckets of warm water into the tub and removing his robe, laying it on a chair beside him.

He stepped into the tub slowly, sinking in to his upper torso, the warm water letting off wisps of steam as he leaned his head back, relaxing and letting the warm water remove the tension from his muscles. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and dozed off, a dreamless sleep claiming him.