Rainbow Laser Cthulu
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 17, 2010
"I'm telling you big sis! If we can pull this off..." Nadia grunted lightly as she heaved a large, locked trunk out of a pile of dusty old artifacts and books. She dropped it out of the way and wiped her forehead. "...then the headmasters won't have any choice but to promote us!" She went back to digging through the Treasury of Forbidden Magics, like a creature possessed. She was tired of waiting to be called to the anointing ceremony. Her sister had been there longer than she, and even she had not yet been called. It was absurd. They outstripped many of the male mages that had been her shorter, and been promoted first. It was all sexist crap. And they were going to prove everyone wrong.
"If we can just find the right spell..." It had to be something grand, something that pushed their abilities to the limits, but something they could control at the same time. They needed something old, that even the masters would fear trying to use. Surely if they could cast the old magics, then the masters would have no choice but to acknowledge their power. So far it was going poorly. They had been in the attic of the restricted tower for hours, and had for the most part found nothing but alchemy books with ancient, worn recipes for eternal youth and mind control. Both were powerful, but even a fool could accidentally get the recipe right.
"No we need something bigger..." She mumbled to herself, lost in the search. She was wearing a summer version of her mage robes. They were vibrant red, matching her hair. They hugged her hips and bust in a way that pronounced her feminine qualities, while folding just right at areas to show modesty. However it was so thin that the slightest breeze could pierce it, yet it showed nothing beneath unless one shone a light directly behind her. She always liked the summer robes, they enhanced her dark skin and drew out the color of her orange/gold eyes.
"If we can just find the right spell..." It had to be something grand, something that pushed their abilities to the limits, but something they could control at the same time. They needed something old, that even the masters would fear trying to use. Surely if they could cast the old magics, then the masters would have no choice but to acknowledge their power. So far it was going poorly. They had been in the attic of the restricted tower for hours, and had for the most part found nothing but alchemy books with ancient, worn recipes for eternal youth and mind control. Both were powerful, but even a fool could accidentally get the recipe right.
"No we need something bigger..." She mumbled to herself, lost in the search. She was wearing a summer version of her mage robes. They were vibrant red, matching her hair. They hugged her hips and bust in a way that pronounced her feminine qualities, while folding just right at areas to show modesty. However it was so thin that the slightest breeze could pierce it, yet it showed nothing beneath unless one shone a light directly behind her. She always liked the summer robes, they enhanced her dark skin and drew out the color of her orange/gold eyes.