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<blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 4940155" data-attributes="member: 13681"><p style="margin-left: 20px"><p style="margin-left: 20px"><p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">The windows high on the wall of the Hall were closed and shuttered, though sunlight struck down in slanting beams from cracks in the stout shutters to relieve, somewhat, the stuffy darkness. Dozens of dim forms shifted in their seats, the wooden benches descending in arcs from the back of the room to the front focused around a podium at the lowest level of the room.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">A figure hunched over the podium. A man. Dressed in scholarly garb, he studied the sheaf of parchment before him, his weathered face lit by the steady sway of a candle at the podium's edge.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">He sorted the papers a moment longer, listening to the shuffle and murmur of the students gathered in the lecture hall. He considered them over the metal rims of his spectacles for a moment and then cleared his throat. The dim room fell into silence.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">The weathered scholar straightened and addressed the assemblage in carrying voice, </span><span style="color: cyan">"Good afternoon. I hope you all completed the assigned readings because today we will travel back several centuries to the event that precipitated the turning point of the Great War. Does anyone care to put a theory forward before we begin?"</span><span style="color: white"> He paused, surveying them in the dim light, </span><span style="color: cyan">"Yes, you there, Hangromm."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">The red-haired young man screwed up his face, </span><span style="color: cyan">"The failed trade agreement between Ygrimn and Bael Surth?"</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: cyan">"Is that a question, Hangromm?"</span><span style="color: white"> the Professor inquired sharply.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: cyan">"Uh, no, Professor." </span><span style="color: white">The young man ducked his head and then began again with more certainty, </span><span style="color: cyan">"The failed trade agreement between Sachor and Bael Surth, sir."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: cyan">"A good suggestion,"</span><span style="color: white"> the Professor paused weighing it and then spotted another hand raised, </span><span style="color: cyan">"Yes... Stalwart 788." </span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">A construct with dimly glowing eyes lowered its arm. Its voice rendered the harsh tones of draconic strangely to the ears of those with subtler tongues. </span><span style="color: cyan">"Consul Hirtius' loss at Burning Wind."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: cyan">"You are partially correct, but ahead of yourself,"</span><span style="color: white"> the old man squinted down at the papers before him, willing inspiration to strike.</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">A voice sounded from the back without waiting to be called. It was a deep voice that was, despite it's richness, flat and emotionless, </span><span style="color: cyan">"The unseasonably early winter that delayed the arrival of Septimus Sarcus' Legions at Burning Wind."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: cyan">"You're getting closer."</span><span style="color: white"> The Professor gestured and the illusion of a miniature floating Arkhosian citadel flickered into view over his hand. He peered at it closely and spoke it's name. </span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: cyan">"Andrius."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">The students relaxed, the Professor's tone had shifted and the lecture would now begin,</span><span style="color: cyan"> "Today we will discuss Andrius, the events that preceeded the appointment of Septimus Sarcus as Consul over the Legio VII Carica, and a tiny event that set off a devastating chain reaction." </span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="color: white">The Professor paused dramatically. </span><span style="color: cyan">"It began in the famed Arena of Andrius. The Arena was the site of all manner of brutality that one man could visit on another..."</span></p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p> </p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sparky, post: 4940155, member: 13681"] [INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][COLOR=white]The windows high on the wall of the Hall were closed and shuttered, though sunlight struck down in slanting beams from cracks in the stout shutters to relieve, somewhat, the stuffy darkness. Dozens of dim forms shifted in their seats, the wooden benches descending in arcs from the back of the room to the front focused around a podium at the lowest level of the room.[/COLOR] [COLOR=white]A figure hunched over the podium. A man. Dressed in scholarly garb, he studied the sheaf of parchment before him, his weathered face lit by the steady sway of a candle at the podium's edge.[/COLOR] [COLOR=white]He sorted the papers a moment longer, listening to the shuffle and murmur of the students gathered in the lecture hall. He considered them over the metal rims of his spectacles for a moment and then cleared his throat. The dim room fell into silence.[/COLOR] [COLOR=white]The weathered scholar straightened and addressed the assemblage in carrying voice, [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"Good afternoon. I hope you all completed the assigned readings because today we will travel back several centuries to the event that precipitated the turning point of the Great War. Does anyone care to put a theory forward before we begin?"[/COLOR][COLOR=white] He paused, surveying them in the dim light, [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"Yes, you there, Hangromm."[/COLOR] [COLOR=white]The red-haired young man screwed up his face, [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"The failed trade agreement between Ygrimn and Bael Surth?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=cyan]"Is that a question, Hangromm?"[/COLOR][COLOR=white] the Professor inquired sharply.[/COLOR] [COLOR=cyan]"Uh, no, Professor." [/COLOR][COLOR=white]The young man ducked his head and then began again with more certainty, [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"The failed trade agreement between Sachor and Bael Surth, sir."[/COLOR] [COLOR=cyan]"A good suggestion,"[/COLOR][COLOR=white] the Professor paused weighing it and then spotted another hand raised, [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"Yes... Stalwart 788." [/COLOR] [COLOR=white]A construct with dimly glowing eyes lowered its arm. Its voice rendered the harsh tones of draconic strangely to the ears of those with subtler tongues. [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"Consul Hirtius' loss at Burning Wind."[/COLOR] [COLOR=cyan]"You are partially correct, but ahead of yourself,"[/COLOR][COLOR=white] the old man squinted down at the papers before him, willing inspiration to strike.[/COLOR] [COLOR=white]A voice sounded from the back without waiting to be called. It was a deep voice that was, despite it's richness, flat and emotionless, [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"The unseasonably early winter that delayed the arrival of Septimus Sarcus' Legions at Burning Wind."[/COLOR] [COLOR=cyan]"You're getting closer."[/COLOR][COLOR=white] The Professor gestured and the illusion of a miniature floating Arkhosian citadel flickered into view over his hand. He peered at it closely and spoke it's name. [/COLOR] [COLOR=cyan]"Andrius."[/COLOR] [COLOR=white]The students relaxed, the Professor's tone had shifted and the lecture would now begin,[/COLOR][COLOR=cyan] "Today we will discuss Andrius, the events that preceeded the appointment of Septimus Sarcus as Consul over the Legio VII Carica, and a tiny event that set off a devastating chain reaction." [/COLOR] [COLOR=white]The Professor paused dramatically. [/COLOR][COLOR=cyan]"It began in the famed Arena of Andrius. The Arena was the site of all manner of brutality that one man could visit on another..."[/COLOR] [/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT] [/QUOTE]
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