Perindor Citadel
Crescentia
0000 Hours
Amongst a picturesque landscape full of nature lay Perindor, the capital of the Kingdom of Crescentia. Unlike what many people see in modern day, the surrounding geography of the Kingdom of Crescentia looks as if it was pulled out of one of the fantasy novels of yore, decadent forests and rolling plains, farmlands and treacherous mountains covered the very landscape of Crescentia, untouched by human hands. Though at the center of it all stands a beautiful citadel with sharp rooftops and pristine arches covering its approach. A bustling city, even at this hour, various lights illuminated the streets and buildings of the capital city.
And within the citadel, the throne room resided, with marble columns lining the sides, a well-polished granite floor, and a long, red and gold-embroidered carpet lined the center from the entrance, up three long steps, and ending before a black, obsidian chair. Behind the chair, a large, metal humanoid figure stood stationary, looking down upon the room. A girl sat in the throne, her own porcelain-white skin heavily contrasting the tone of the obsidian chair. She was leaning to one side of the chair resting her head on her hand, long grayish-silver hair flowed freely ‘pooling’ at the seat of the chair.
Before her was a horned man, with dark skin currently in a kneel.
“...Concludes my report.” He had just finished giving an update on the case of a certain Xander Digby.
In response to the report, the woman frowned and shifted her position in the chair. “Good work, Wakaya.”
“...What shall we do?”
“We should be cautious, but we’ll appease him for the time being.” She put her finger to her lips and came to a prompt decision. “Bring him through the gate, and we’ll take him as far as here.”
“Right.” Wakaya bowed his head and stood up.
“Also, get some rest. You look exhausted.” Her look shifted to that of a concerned one. It was arguable that the 12th Knight had the most stressful position of all of them.
“Right…” He gave a second bow and exited the room.
The Woman took a deep sigh and slouched back in her chair. “The descendant of the alchemist, huh…” It had been millenia since she had seen them, and wondered what they were up to.
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Alkahest HQ
Some time after the first meeting.
A letter would arrive on Xander’s Desk, from the guardians who had met him before. It was a the follow up and briefly stated that Xander come to the northern tip of Ireland should he wish to have his desire granted. Though noted that it was possible he would be gone for a while so to finish anything impending before meeting with them.
Crescentia
0000 Hours
Amongst a picturesque landscape full of nature lay Perindor, the capital of the Kingdom of Crescentia. Unlike what many people see in modern day, the surrounding geography of the Kingdom of Crescentia looks as if it was pulled out of one of the fantasy novels of yore, decadent forests and rolling plains, farmlands and treacherous mountains covered the very landscape of Crescentia, untouched by human hands. Though at the center of it all stands a beautiful citadel with sharp rooftops and pristine arches covering its approach. A bustling city, even at this hour, various lights illuminated the streets and buildings of the capital city.
And within the citadel, the throne room resided, with marble columns lining the sides, a well-polished granite floor, and a long, red and gold-embroidered carpet lined the center from the entrance, up three long steps, and ending before a black, obsidian chair. Behind the chair, a large, metal humanoid figure stood stationary, looking down upon the room. A girl sat in the throne, her own porcelain-white skin heavily contrasting the tone of the obsidian chair. She was leaning to one side of the chair resting her head on her hand, long grayish-silver hair flowed freely ‘pooling’ at the seat of the chair.
Before her was a horned man, with dark skin currently in a kneel.
“...Concludes my report.” He had just finished giving an update on the case of a certain Xander Digby.
In response to the report, the woman frowned and shifted her position in the chair. “Good work, Wakaya.”
“...What shall we do?”
“We should be cautious, but we’ll appease him for the time being.” She put her finger to her lips and came to a prompt decision. “Bring him through the gate, and we’ll take him as far as here.”
“Right.” Wakaya bowed his head and stood up.
“Also, get some rest. You look exhausted.” Her look shifted to that of a concerned one. It was arguable that the 12th Knight had the most stressful position of all of them.
“Right…” He gave a second bow and exited the room.
The Woman took a deep sigh and slouched back in her chair. “The descendant of the alchemist, huh…” It had been millenia since she had seen them, and wondered what they were up to.
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Alkahest HQ
Some time after the first meeting.
A letter would arrive on Xander’s Desk, from the guardians who had met him before. It was a the follow up and briefly stated that Xander come to the northern tip of Ireland should he wish to have his desire granted. Though noted that it was possible he would be gone for a while so to finish anything impending before meeting with them.