- Messages
- 22
- Wand
- Snakewood 16 1/2 inches Hydra's Scale Core
Plato was sitting on a thirty-three-foot-tall throne, dominating the west wall of the vast chamber. Made of pale, Pentelic marble, it had an eerie glow, embracing the man dressed in black who was occupying it. The Master of Elementalists was waiting patiently, sitting comfortably with his fingers picking the Greek keys carved on the throne's arms. Two seventeen-ton sphinxes guarded the bronze doors opposite to him, where the serenity of his obsidian gaze was fixed on. This magnificent camber was one of the many premises of the Elementalists' headquarters. This colossal edifice was a replica of a pre-Christian temple and the interior was an ornate labyrinth of ritualistic chambers, halls, sealed vaults, libraries, and even a hollow wall that held the remains of two human bodies. The two previous leaders of the Elementalists. The Throne Room where Plato was currently waiting, was perfectly square and cavernous. The ceiling soared an astonishing one hundred feet overhead, supported by monolithic columns of green granite. A tiered gallery of thrones made of different metals or minerals were encircling the room with his one being the most prominent amongst all. The walls were a kaleidoscope of ancient symbols. Egyptian, Hebraic, Greek, astronomical, alchemical and other yet unknown.
Tonight the Throne Room was lit by a series of precisely arranged candles levitating in midair. Their dim glow was aided only by a pale shaft of moonlight that filtered down through the expansive oculus in the ceiling and illuminated the room's most startling feature - an enormous altar hewn from a solid block of polished, black marble, situated dead center of the square chamber. The assembly of high ranked Elementalists were encircling the altar, seated on their thrones, dressed in black cloaks and their faces covered with golden masks of expressionless features and big, almond-shaped cavities for eyes. As their Worshipful Master, Plato was the only one in the room not wearing one of those masks. It was an important ceremony. The initiation of a new brother, of a new Elementalists who had proved their devotion and hard work and was going to take their place among them. The Elementalists were still following the rituals of the old times and they were taking symbolism into serious account. Plato was keeping alive the old customs and he was going to make sure that his successor was going to do the same after him. He wasn't planning to abandon this throne just yet but he was already looking for the suitable holdover. The person who was going to get initiated tonight was a strong candidate. Plato was pleased with his service so far that had exceeded his expectations. He needed people like this one by his side.
Suddenly, the large bronze doors opened widely to let golden light invade the darkness of the Throne Room. A figure was standing against the golden background of the other room, waiting to be invited into the obscurity.
"Step inside initiate. Come hither." boomed Plato's voice across the chamber as he invited the shadow.
"The time has arrived to become one of us." he stated from the distance separating their thrones from the newcomer and gestured towards the altar in the middle. "This is the end of your labors and the beginning of a glorious journey. That of a true Elementalist."
Tonight the Throne Room was lit by a series of precisely arranged candles levitating in midair. Their dim glow was aided only by a pale shaft of moonlight that filtered down through the expansive oculus in the ceiling and illuminated the room's most startling feature - an enormous altar hewn from a solid block of polished, black marble, situated dead center of the square chamber. The assembly of high ranked Elementalists were encircling the altar, seated on their thrones, dressed in black cloaks and their faces covered with golden masks of expressionless features and big, almond-shaped cavities for eyes. As their Worshipful Master, Plato was the only one in the room not wearing one of those masks. It was an important ceremony. The initiation of a new brother, of a new Elementalists who had proved their devotion and hard work and was going to take their place among them. The Elementalists were still following the rituals of the old times and they were taking symbolism into serious account. Plato was keeping alive the old customs and he was going to make sure that his successor was going to do the same after him. He wasn't planning to abandon this throne just yet but he was already looking for the suitable holdover. The person who was going to get initiated tonight was a strong candidate. Plato was pleased with his service so far that had exceeded his expectations. He needed people like this one by his side.
Suddenly, the large bronze doors opened widely to let golden light invade the darkness of the Throne Room. A figure was standing against the golden background of the other room, waiting to be invited into the obscurity.
"Step inside initiate. Come hither." boomed Plato's voice across the chamber as he invited the shadow.
"The time has arrived to become one of us." he stated from the distance separating their thrones from the newcomer and gestured towards the altar in the middle. "This is the end of your labors and the beginning of a glorious journey. That of a true Elementalist."