The Story of Malak
Chronological order, pictures and writings, with the map being first for reference. Let me know what you think about the story!
A Mission Gone Wrong The sword crashed down mere inches from my face. I wouldn't be in this situation were it not for that damn watchman. Honestly, who just looks up for the hell of it? Forgive me; I seem to be getting ahead of myself. Let us first start with a name, I am Malak De Zule, Son of the Armedon. I work for my father and his academy known as the Three Spires. I wasn't anything special as far as appearances go, a thick build, lightly tanned skin, about six feet and three inches tall, shaggy brown hair with a slightly hooked nose and lucid green eyes. I was the son of the Armedon, the chief authority on all things magical in the world of Arkhas, It was my destiny to succeed him as the future Armedon of Arkhas, a lofty goal I'm not fond of thinking about. For now, it was my task to deal with academy business under the veil of shadow, much of what I did outside the academy was kept secret. And for good reason too, much of what I did could be considered unsavory work, but nonetheless had to be doneA Mission Gone Wrong More Like This
A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 2The dragon just stared at me for a few moments, teeth bared all the while. It took a step towards me and then another and another. When it finally stood a mere arm's length away from me it paused and stared directly into my eyes; I held my ground. For a few moments the air itself seemed to be on fire, this dragon was rife with irritation.A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 2 More Like This
A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 3I rose to my feet from the tangled mess of blankets left from my eventful night. My father's skill of dream walking was something I couldn't even begin to comprehend. The complications, the magical energy it must take, it must be staggering. One of these days, I'd have to ask him how it was done; I'd love to have control of the void every night. Imagine the possibilities, the untapped techniques. No other mage as far as I could tell could gain control of the collective conscious of those that dream at night and walk among their thoughts, their very essence. Asking him would have to wait for things to cool down, for him to be less cross with me Which reminded me, teaching was going to be god awful. I was reclusive by nature, I never cared for crowds, luckily, most of the classes at the academy were so intensive that only one teacher would care for no more than six or so students. The academy functioned as a family, although massive, most mages shared a kindred spirit. Of course, tA Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 3 More Like This
A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 4A wind blew through the mouth of the cave as Sylus and I stared off into the distance. The sun was nearly setting. Sylus seemed to preoccupy himself with the movements of the forest below, while I gazed at the Academy. The marble white spires were always breathtaking, no matter how many times I saw them; they glistened with the sun, brilliantly illuminating the horizon.A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 4 More Like This
A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 5Scant beams of sunlight peered through the loosely drawn curtains, waking me. One of the disadvantages of having your windows face the east was that you rose with the sun, like it or not. I got to my feet from my bed, groggy and sluggish, and made my way over to the crimson curtains. Drawing back the curtains completely, I was greeted with a lovely sight of the forest of Du Weldar Sila. The trees stretched for miles until meeting the horizon, no visible end in sight. Fog rolled gently along the contours of the grounds, giving the academy a serene and peaceful feeling, it looked as if the academy was in a cloud, with the eastern spire standing defiant against the sky. Today was already looking like it was going to be a good day.A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 5 More Like This