EpiTome
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In the world known as Arcanoria there exist a great number of lands. Only nine of which are of any interest to Mirondra. Mirondra being a nation in Arcanoria. A nation with four great fortresses. Three of these fortresses serve not only as places of military might but as places of magical study as well. Southfort is the second largest population wise but it is the largest in usable square feet. That is, it has a great number of functional rooms. Rooms such as lecture halls and classrooms.
At the front of one particular lecture hall is a woman. Marceline Abigailborn is her name. In an animated fashion she paces about in the forefront of the stage area. She keeps her eyes moving from listener to listener. “The structure of the realms is still something under much speculation. Some have called them planes of existence…” She says as her gaze settles momentarily on a young girl who couldn’t have been more than thirteen. This girl was paying attention with a pencil in hand.
Professor Abigailborn continues to speak and to look about the room. The woman’s eyes came to rest upon an older boy who seemed more interested in a nearby peer. He was not being inconspicuous about it at all. He almost seemed to be trying to telepathically communicate with her. If such was the case he could expect to have a hard time of it. The young lady was wearing a ring of mind shielding, plain to see on her pretty little finger. “How might one move from plane to plane? Perhaps they may be reached with teleportation portals? But how? Teleporting requires distinct knowledge about distances and other details about the two locations…”
“And yet there remain legends and tales of people accidentally traveling from plane to plane. This would happen most frequently in places where ‘the Veil’ was said to be thin. In ages past the worlds were thought to be much closer…” Marceline lets her eyes roam as she allows herself a smile of wonder. Eventually they flicker to an older gentleman. Not a professor or a student. A martial unit. Seeing him Marceline quickly flees from his face, looking clear across the room.
At the front of one particular lecture hall is a woman. Marceline Abigailborn is her name. In an animated fashion she paces about in the forefront of the stage area. She keeps her eyes moving from listener to listener. “The structure of the realms is still something under much speculation. Some have called them planes of existence…” She says as her gaze settles momentarily on a young girl who couldn’t have been more than thirteen. This girl was paying attention with a pencil in hand.
Professor Abigailborn continues to speak and to look about the room. The woman’s eyes came to rest upon an older boy who seemed more interested in a nearby peer. He was not being inconspicuous about it at all. He almost seemed to be trying to telepathically communicate with her. If such was the case he could expect to have a hard time of it. The young lady was wearing a ring of mind shielding, plain to see on her pretty little finger. “How might one move from plane to plane? Perhaps they may be reached with teleportation portals? But how? Teleporting requires distinct knowledge about distances and other details about the two locations…”
“And yet there remain legends and tales of people accidentally traveling from plane to plane. This would happen most frequently in places where ‘the Veil’ was said to be thin. In ages past the worlds were thought to be much closer…” Marceline lets her eyes roam as she allows herself a smile of wonder. Eventually they flicker to an older gentleman. Not a professor or a student. A martial unit. Seeing him Marceline quickly flees from his face, looking clear across the room.
