Familiar Fiends
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pegunicentI know the tone of the story is strange and the pacing off and the chapters/pieces don't align just yet. What can I say, it's a work in progress.
Wizards, being largely powerful and powerfully odd to the rest of the world, took it upon themselves to build their own city where upon they could be autonomous and secure. This city, eventually named Kelfax after the first High Grand Master Magician Sorcerer Elite Hedgar Kelfax, sat squarely in the center of three countries converging borderlines.
After some strenuous negotiations which had only a little bloodshed as these things are measured, the city was given it's own country as well. A very small country that extended only a half league in any direction from the city itself, but still a country.
The Council of Eight proclaimed themselves to be far too busy governing this country (named Kelfax as well for ease of directions) to bother meddling in the affairs of the rest of the world. In truth, the Council was so busy muddling up the rest of the world, that the autonomous city had to set up a separate and discrete government just to get things done at home.
This other government (known as The Rank and Vile) held all the true power in Kelfax. The Council, held a large portion of power in Kelfax's three disgruntled neighbors so that between the two governments peace, prosperity and only occasional bloodshed were the norm. The Council, as any group is want to do, often argue. Indeed rarely can they agree on anything and so nothing gets done and the world continues on greatly unmolested.
As one might imagine of a city built by wizards for wizards, Kelfax was large, grand, magnificent, and other synonyms for huge. It was designed in a series of concentric rings, with each ring being built largely of a different material and height, and the individual buildings in each circle interlocking to each-other in various ways. At the center most ring stands the Akademy. The school for all great wizards, the Akademy has nine towers, eight evenly spaced in a tight ring surrounding the tallest tower at the very center of both the city, the country and to the magically inclined, perhaps the very world.
The Council, being a convenient eight members, resides within the Akademy and commands the towers, teaching up and coming wizards all the schools and philosophies of magic. The ninth tower being so very tall and very important, is closed. Since the completion of its initial construction not a single person has been granted access inside, and even the Eight together are not permitted to crack open the door.
Hedgar Kelfax had been a great wizard. However he was not a great architect, so while Kelfax the city was organized and aesthetically pleasing from the sky (the view commonly used on maps), getting anywhere involved going under, over, through and around the warrens of buildings, tunnels, walkways and canals that made up such vital systems as water, heat, road and waste.
Most students at the Akademy choose to specialize. This makes them seem more credible in their field, and they don't have to walk very far for all their classes. Zeke, having no ambition and very few goals in life, chose to take the less common route and learn as much as he could about everything. This labeled him a looser, a geek, and a perpetual student who by the age of twenty-six turnings had only made High Wizard.
Every wizard, knowing that pomp and circumstance also play heavily in magical politics, play up their abilities, specialties, and familiars. Zeke, being not only not-ambitious, had the most unique familiar in the history of magic and therefore played up nothing at all. His robes were mostly black or gray, given that those colors hid various stains well. and he wore no hat, simple but broken in boots rather than pointed toed slippers, and his 'wand' was a walking staff.
Zeke was also missing the smallest finger of his right hand. He knew exactly where it was of course, it simply wasn't where it ought to be. The missing digit usually bothered him not at all as he was left handed and only slightly vain about his appearance. Zeke's vanity, and indeed much of his energies lay in the gathering of knowledge and to this end he had his own small tower at the edge of the country. Within the stone walls were an impressive library, an observatory, laboratory, kitchen, dungeon and bedroom.
The dungeon had been added during the months of his last exam studies and he hadn't been aware of ordering it at all, but used it as a place to store his dirty laundry.
Wizards, being largely powerful and powerfully odd to the rest of the world, took it upon themselves to build their own city where upon they could be autonomous and secure. This city, eventually named Kelfax after the first High Grand Master Magician Sorcerer Elite Hedgar Kelfax, sat squarely in the center of three countries converging borderlines.
After some strenuous negotiations which had only a little bloodshed as these things are measured, the city was given it's own country as well. A very small country that extended only a half league in any direction from the city itself, but still a country.
The Council of Eight proclaimed themselves to be far too busy governing this country (named Kelfax as well for ease of directions) to bother meddling in the affairs of the rest of the world. In truth, the Council was so busy muddling up the rest of the world, that the autonomous city had to set up a separate and discrete government just to get things done at home.
This other government (known as The Rank and Vile) held all the true power in Kelfax. The Council, held a large portion of power in Kelfax's three disgruntled neighbors so that between the two governments peace, prosperity and only occasional bloodshed were the norm. The Council, as any group is want to do, often argue. Indeed rarely can they agree on anything and so nothing gets done and the world continues on greatly unmolested.
As one might imagine of a city built by wizards for wizards, Kelfax was large, grand, magnificent, and other synonyms for huge. It was designed in a series of concentric rings, with each ring being built largely of a different material and height, and the individual buildings in each circle interlocking to each-other in various ways. At the center most ring stands the Akademy. The school for all great wizards, the Akademy has nine towers, eight evenly spaced in a tight ring surrounding the tallest tower at the very center of both the city, the country and to the magically inclined, perhaps the very world.
The Council, being a convenient eight members, resides within the Akademy and commands the towers, teaching up and coming wizards all the schools and philosophies of magic. The ninth tower being so very tall and very important, is closed. Since the completion of its initial construction not a single person has been granted access inside, and even the Eight together are not permitted to crack open the door.
Hedgar Kelfax had been a great wizard. However he was not a great architect, so while Kelfax the city was organized and aesthetically pleasing from the sky (the view commonly used on maps), getting anywhere involved going under, over, through and around the warrens of buildings, tunnels, walkways and canals that made up such vital systems as water, heat, road and waste.
Most students at the Akademy choose to specialize. This makes them seem more credible in their field, and they don't have to walk very far for all their classes. Zeke, having no ambition and very few goals in life, chose to take the less common route and learn as much as he could about everything. This labeled him a looser, a geek, and a perpetual student who by the age of twenty-six turnings had only made High Wizard.
Every wizard, knowing that pomp and circumstance also play heavily in magical politics, play up their abilities, specialties, and familiars. Zeke, being not only not-ambitious, had the most unique familiar in the history of magic and therefore played up nothing at all. His robes were mostly black or gray, given that those colors hid various stains well. and he wore no hat, simple but broken in boots rather than pointed toed slippers, and his 'wand' was a walking staff.
Zeke was also missing the smallest finger of his right hand. He knew exactly where it was of course, it simply wasn't where it ought to be. The missing digit usually bothered him not at all as he was left handed and only slightly vain about his appearance. Zeke's vanity, and indeed much of his energies lay in the gathering of knowledge and to this end he had his own small tower at the edge of the country. Within the stone walls were an impressive library, an observatory, laboratory, kitchen, dungeon and bedroom.
The dungeon had been added during the months of his last exam studies and he hadn't been aware of ordering it at all, but used it as a place to store his dirty laundry.
