madfiddler
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Set in a parallel world of the nineteenth century but one of monsters and magic the story follows the sorcerers and sorceresses that make up section nine (curses) of the world bureau of magic as they go about their seemingly routine interactions with jealous ghosts, gateways to a seventh hell, and the machinations of an undying woman in this tale of the occult.
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Act I
A Curse of Lingering
Nostain the great, also known as the golden, is a powerful city state spanning a series of magically built islands on the Baltic ruled by a magocratic hierarchy. It is know as country of magic and artistry, the streets are paved with alenthite (a magic stone that moves; popular with sculptors) statues depicting the great men and women of Nostain splayed from the meanest districts to the glittering golden college of mages in Vikovarro (main island). But these are distractions in comparison to the one distinction of what makes Nostain "Nostain."
A country of vast wealth through the export of magic--spell prints, concoctions, enchantments--indeed founded by mages in pursuit of riches, which through mastery (of magic) and commerce won them a nation of their own. Now Opulence reigns among the elite, with the wealthiest vehemently displaying their lucre with such unwarranted excess that it would put french and Italian aristocrats to shame. One trend in particular and perhaps the mostly strongly associated with the Nostain are the floating mansions---not for the living, but for the departed.
A growing tradition among the most affluent of Nostain are the construction of elaborate tombs, some of which are built when they are still quite young, wherein upon completion will be suspended in the skies above the cities resembling something which can only be described as a floating necropolis.
Incredible palaces, complete with gardens, bathhouses, and ballrooms, all utterly silent, kept only for the dead.
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-Vienna, Austria. Schönbrunn Palace, headquarters of the Bureau.
"Multifaceted glows?" Retorted Janvila. In which director Loghain added "Yes. There are strange noises as well." Something in the way the old man said this irked Jan enough for her lips to recoil and her eyes to narrow suggesting indignation on her part."(sighs) Director, Nostain is..." But before she could finish her words Loghain struck up from his overly imposing recliner (matching his equally over-imposing desk) and proceeded to rummage about his office absentmindedly. Jan who could only look on with annoyance and a growing sense of impatience was about ready storm out when suddenly "Aha! There it is. Thought I lost it for a moment there (chuckles)." In his hand was a strange case, lidless, in which he proceeded in jumbling it assuring its content or contents were still there. "Here, I want you to take this." "What is it?" asked Jan curiously. "Something very important." Again this irked Jan who wasn't too fond of the new director's cryptic manner of talking. "Alright, that's settled. Off you go." "W-Wait, What?! Hold on for a moment! You--" "No ifs or buts agent. Get going." In which the director's office suddenly came to life and forcefully expelled Jan out.
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