Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2018 6:29:12 GMT -8
With this arduous journey finally at an end from the sheer bureaucratic slog of the Life Sphere to deter useless buildings. Finally, with his own golems and the abandoned basement of the Academy cleared out, the reluctant thaumaturge had finally set up his Arcaneum. The Infernal Bellows and Smithy were burning bright, the alembics were set straight. The golems were about, and the metal frames of excess golems for use of learning, and the place was built for a true font of knowledge, not just simple lessons above the ground. The runes and wards were ready to save any unfortunate soul from hurting themselves if they spilled a chemical or dropped a vial in the wrong place. In a sense, this place was symbolic of the knowledge trapped within. Deep beneath the earth, and squirreled away from the public.
Of course, he had barred even those sections to only those he trusted the most. The rest of this place, free from the madness of Lovecraftian inquiry, was open to the public, free of charge, free of admission, free of requirement. Isonus stood at the gates, awaiting the crowds that harried about for a tour, and after several walkthroughs, the main crowds dispersed, leaving the Arcaneum near empty, save for a few scattered souls that wanted to investigate on their own time. Isonus sated himself comfortably near one of the meditative fonts on the far wall of the room near the barred doors, letting himself focus in the arcane refuge he'd built. The place was a lot more spacious inside than it was on the outside. A Tardis, for the uninitiated, a room within that was larger than its exterior components. The huge expanse was almost a second school, one for darker inquiries and more forbidden arts. Even with the stairs deeper beneath the earth that led to the archives and vile devices that only the initiated could view, this place was far larger than it looked.
Isonus, of course, lifted his head at the clicking of footsteps down the stairs to enter his refuge. His home. What guests were to come and discover Thaumaturgy?
Of course, he had barred even those sections to only those he trusted the most. The rest of this place, free from the madness of Lovecraftian inquiry, was open to the public, free of charge, free of admission, free of requirement. Isonus stood at the gates, awaiting the crowds that harried about for a tour, and after several walkthroughs, the main crowds dispersed, leaving the Arcaneum near empty, save for a few scattered souls that wanted to investigate on their own time. Isonus sated himself comfortably near one of the meditative fonts on the far wall of the room near the barred doors, letting himself focus in the arcane refuge he'd built. The place was a lot more spacious inside than it was on the outside. A Tardis, for the uninitiated, a room within that was larger than its exterior components. The huge expanse was almost a second school, one for darker inquiries and more forbidden arts. Even with the stairs deeper beneath the earth that led to the archives and vile devices that only the initiated could view, this place was far larger than it looked.
Isonus, of course, lifted his head at the clicking of footsteps down the stairs to enter his refuge. His home. What guests were to come and discover Thaumaturgy?
"You really went all out with the place, huh...just looking at it makes me breathless...!" Rhyme commented, pure awe evident in her voice. Honestly, she would just let her mind wander around while she took in the sights, but Isonus's open arms were just asking for it. She advanced towards the thaumaturge and gently hugged him. During the little tender moment though, she made sure to address her soon-to-be teacher. "That's quite a relief to hear. I was worried because I spent all day trying to get my apartment ready. I'm...not the best at decor, to say the least." she admitted, scratching her cheek in mild embarrassment. Admittedly, she wanted to know when the celebrations would begin, but refrained to ask. Patience is a virtue, after all.
