A Storm brewing
In an office adorned with intricate designs reminiscent of a bygone era, where scholary aesthetics mingled seamlessly with professionalism elements, pipes of polished copper intricately woven into patterns protruded from the walls like the veins of an enchanted organism. The room emanated an air of ancient wisdom entwined with modern innovation. Soft, ethereal light poured in through stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the stone floor. The plump, red-haired woman, her aura radiating efficiency, presided over her domain. Her desk, an artifact of rich mahogany, bore the marks of countless deliberations and profound thoughts. Around her, shelves adorned with alchemical curiosities and various scroll of untold knowledge. As she arranged the scrolls, each one seemed to carry the weight of secrets, awaiting the guidance of her experienced touch to set them forth on their mysterious journeys. With unwavering focus and an eye for order, she navigated her duties, ensuring the harmonious flow of information through the enigmatic network of pipes and tubes. Among the scrolls, one in particular drew her attention. Its seal bore an unmistakable emblem, causing her eyes to widen with surprise. She handled it with a mix of caution and urgency, her nimble fingers placing it within a purple tube designed for important missives. As the tube shot away through the pipes, she went back to her work, her professionalism guiding her to mind her own business.
In another opulent office, resplendent with grandeur, sat a woman of ethereal beauty. Her flowing silver hair, captivating eyes of similar color, and elegantly pointed ears marked her as Talia Heldrim of the esteemed Heldrim Family—a clan renowned for its lineage of Tier 4 Great Mage and Master Alchemist, Lurther Heldrim. The family's distinctive features were the result of an ancestral attempt to refine their bloodline, which instead granted them extraordinary magika manipulation and control which improve their talent in alchemy from ordinary to impressive. Hence, redirecting their focus form combat towards alchemical prowess.
Talia indulged in a leisurely sip from an exquisite cup when a soft ding resonated within the room. Startled by the unfamiliar sound, she observed the previously mundane delivery chute radiating an otherworldly glow—an indication of an arrival that needed her personal attention. Retrieving the scroll with a sense of intrigue, her recognition of the seal painted a picture of the sender-Freil Clan member.
"Laraz what are you upto now?" Mumbling to herself, she pondered Laraz's intentions, since he was the only member of that clan who could have sent it, before breaking the seal and delving into its contents.
As her eyes danced across the parchment, a range of emotions flickered across her countenance. Intrigue, confusion, surprise, and finally, bafflement painted a vivid story of her reactions. Talia found herself re-reading the lengthy scroll multiple times in an attempt to fully grasp its implications. The shock remained etched on her features as the realization of the matter at hand dawned upon her. Abruptly, she sprung from her seat, leaving her cup behind, and hastened out of the room, her destination none other than the office of the Chairman of the Alchemy Patent Board (APB).
A whirlwind of chaos unfurled within the Mage world. The turmoil's epicenter was none other than the Alchemy Patent Board, where alchemists could register their creations. This groundbreaking upheaval rippled through the arcane community, from the scrutiny of the Arcane Scholar Review Board, which assessed Mana, Magika, and their applications, to the broader scope of the Scholar Mage Faction, eventually engulfing the entirety of the Mage realm.
At the heart of this tempest was a revelation that shook the foundations of alchemy itself—the invention of the Central Core. Its introduction heralded a paradigm shift, propelling alchemical advancement to unprecedented heights. The creators at the epicenter of this seismic event were an unexpected duo—a peak Tier 2 Mage, Laraz Freil, hailing from the prestigious Friel Clan, and an apprentice mage, Seth Accuraid, representing a humble commoner family. The spotlight divulged more information on the duo as appearance of a Freil Clan member in an Alchemy situation sparked controversy, it was wildly know that the clan of healers and nature magic user tended to avoid alchemy. Their explanation, alchemy will lead to the disbalance of nature and more so the body, speaking as the most effective and efficient healer clan and nature magic users, it carried a lot of weight but having mages to abandon the convenience and power brought by alchemy was difficult if not impossible. However, in attempt to salvage their claims the Clan began campaigns at moving toward sustainable alchemical creation, which to many might seems ambitious, but to a clan capable of bringing a person on deaths door but to the living it may just be possible.
As news of this revelation reverberated throughout the Mage world, speculations and debates ignited. Many dismissed the claim that an apprentice had a substantial role in the creation as mere posturing by a related Mage, seeking to pave the way for an apprentice's recognition. However, when irrefutable details emerged about the individuals involved, those allegations were swiftly debunked.
Amidst the chaos, Seth Accuraid himself embarked on a journey, soaring through the skies on an Irideswift Swallow alongside Norman his father's butler and Orion. Seth's countenance indicating something amiss, as his usually relaxed and lighthearted expression was replaced by a stoic demeanor. The trio was en route to Darwood City, driven by an impending emergency that demanded their immediate attention.