Post by Aesandre on Dec 26, 2015 11:35:38 GMT -5
[OOC: Continued from Frost in the Forest, still in the past.]
*When Aesandre emerged from the Forest of Dunn, night had fallen but there was enough moonshine to light her way. After a wrong turn or two, she reached the site of the Knightmare Boarding School. As planned, having dated the scroll, she had arrived at a time before the school had been opened. Less fortunately, at this timepoint, the school had not been fully built. The queen cursed under her breath, but knew it was now or never.
Aesandre proceeded through an interval in the walls where the main gates were to be. A vacant plinth awaited a statue. Once inside the main building, with moonlight streaming in, Aesandre checked the few walls for a plan of the school that would tell her where the library was going to be. There was none. She cursed again. If only she had used her mirror to study the school before making the journey... but with so much uncertainty surrounding her remaining magic, she hadn't wanted to waste any.
[OOC: The Library section of the forum still seemed like the best available section for this thread.]
If what her future self had told her was correct, the plagiaricer could find its own way to the library in due course. And if so, she should place the egg somewhere humid (for even Winterian animals needed some warmth for incubation) and secluded. Rafters might do but much of the roofing was yet to be constructed.
Venturing through the school, Aesandre found an opening in the floor with builder's tools and a stack of tiles beside it. A ladder led down into the darkness. Climbing halfway down the ladder, and glad she was not in her royal shoes, Aesandre cast an illumination spell that sent blue phosphorescence rippling along the walls of what turned out to be a network of tunnels. The builders were dwarves, it seemed. Aesandre advanced through the tunnels until she found a natural alcove, high in the wall above dwarvish eye level, where she stowed the plagiaricer. She spoke to it about its task, doubting whether her words were adding anything not already imbued by her future selves' magic, grimacing at this great gamble.
As quickly as she could, Aesandre left the tunnels (dispelling her spell of light) and the school, hastening back through the forest. She could have transported herself directly to the ice glen but feared to squander her magic. Soon enough, with the help of her 'library loans', she would have all the magic she needed and spells for all seasons.
Back at the forest pool, Aesandre murmured her incantations and melted through the ice. She let the ethereal currents pull her through the years, across the lands, until she sees the ceiling of her throne room appear above her.*
[OOC: Continued for Aesandre back on present-day Surrounds; continued for the plagiaricer, also years from now, here, in a post made over 12 years ago...]
*When Aesandre emerged from the Forest of Dunn, night had fallen but there was enough moonshine to light her way. After a wrong turn or two, she reached the site of the Knightmare Boarding School. As planned, having dated the scroll, she had arrived at a time before the school had been opened. Less fortunately, at this timepoint, the school had not been fully built. The queen cursed under her breath, but knew it was now or never.
Aesandre proceeded through an interval in the walls where the main gates were to be. A vacant plinth awaited a statue. Once inside the main building, with moonlight streaming in, Aesandre checked the few walls for a plan of the school that would tell her where the library was going to be. There was none. She cursed again. If only she had used her mirror to study the school before making the journey... but with so much uncertainty surrounding her remaining magic, she hadn't wanted to waste any.
[OOC: The Library section of the forum still seemed like the best available section for this thread.]
If what her future self had told her was correct, the plagiaricer could find its own way to the library in due course. And if so, she should place the egg somewhere humid (for even Winterian animals needed some warmth for incubation) and secluded. Rafters might do but much of the roofing was yet to be constructed.
Venturing through the school, Aesandre found an opening in the floor with builder's tools and a stack of tiles beside it. A ladder led down into the darkness. Climbing halfway down the ladder, and glad she was not in her royal shoes, Aesandre cast an illumination spell that sent blue phosphorescence rippling along the walls of what turned out to be a network of tunnels. The builders were dwarves, it seemed. Aesandre advanced through the tunnels until she found a natural alcove, high in the wall above dwarvish eye level, where she stowed the plagiaricer. She spoke to it about its task, doubting whether her words were adding anything not already imbued by her future selves' magic, grimacing at this great gamble.
As quickly as she could, Aesandre left the tunnels (dispelling her spell of light) and the school, hastening back through the forest. She could have transported herself directly to the ice glen but feared to squander her magic. Soon enough, with the help of her 'library loans', she would have all the magic she needed and spells for all seasons.
Back at the forest pool, Aesandre murmured her incantations and melted through the ice. She let the ethereal currents pull her through the years, across the lands, until she sees the ceiling of her throne room appear above her.*
[OOC: Continued for Aesandre back on present-day Surrounds; continued for the plagiaricer, also years from now, here, in a post made over 12 years ago...]