The Dungeon Crawler's Academy

Long Awaited Arrival

Papers were checked, tolls were paid, and before Argent knew it his long journey was finally over. The caravan he had been traveling northward with wasted no time on goodbyes, the merchants splitting off into City of Blades to arrange their stalls and peddle their wares, whilst the mercenaries and hired guards made way for the taverns and inns; filling the air with a mixture of gruff laughter and jingling coin purses ready for a night of hard earned libation. Each had their own reasons for coming to Tenebris, their own goals and motivations, but one in particular had come chasing a dream. The young man stood on his own as the crowd faded around him, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city, verdant green eyes shining like gemstones as they drank it all in. He had made it.

"Alright..."

He said slowly to himself, taking a deep, steadying breath.

"Time to get to work."

Swinging his pack down from a shoulder and onto the ground before him, the boy took a moment to stretch and enjoy being free of the weight. Sighing in relief, he rolled out his shoulders before leaning over the baggage, gloved hands quickly working their way to a side pouch to unwind the leather strands which bound it shut. Retrieving from within a brochure, a map, and a small booklet bound tightly in a fine weave of blackened scale. Calculating emerald eyes stared down at this last item as he turned it in his hands, assessing it for any bends or creases. It hadn't had the easiest ride stuffed into a battle pack like this, but it appeared to be in remarkably good condition, almost unnaturally so. The ornate silver crest on its front was without a single scratch or blemish, clearly depicting the emblem of a sleeping dragon curled around the base of a massive tree. The engraving caught the sunlight with a metallic gleam as it was held up towards the light, its owner carefully opening the binding to inspect inside, releasing the subtle scent of ink and parchment.

Farruine, Argent Q.

ID#: X13-117

Age: 16 (Born 91YS. 18th Day of Corals)

Hair: White

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'10"

Argent's sleek features stared back at him from within, in the form of a small portrait-style photo secured to the page alongside his information. His appearance was what one might consider typical for a native of the Southern Kingdoms; A people known for their slim and chiseled features with fair skin, lightly coloured eyes, and dark hair. He was an exception only to this last trait, his own a rich platinum white. Subconsciously he ran a hand through the messy waves atop his head as he flipped the booklet to its next page, revealing a section compiled of various subject fields, most of which had not been filled.

Class: X13

Rank: N/A

Level: 3

Proficiencies: N/A

Specialization: N/A

Standing: N/A

*Notes: Entrance forms indicate an affinity for Alchemy and Herbology.

Satisfied that the booklet's internals were sufficiently intact, Argent pushed down his apprehension regarding the unfilled fields for the moment. Carefully closing up the pages and tucking the object safely away into the upper pocket of his cloak. With that out of the way the map was next to be examined. It had been an expensive purchase which depicted in full detail the entirety of Tenebris, considered the central capital of the Orodaen continent by the civilized world. The size and scope of the fortress-city was massive; Not only from the perspective of its four inner districts, each a stronghold all their own, but by the monumental walls used to protect and organize them. Constructed in the days of the second age, the looming structures were an amalgamation of Shadowsteel and Galvorn made possible only by dwarven expertise, rising above some fifty meters like a dragon's claws set against the sky. The City of Blades was an imposing bastion of order nestled against the otherwise untamed wilds of the Orodaen region, suspended high above the lush jungle landscape. Argent was forced to pull his eyes away from the height of these intimidating structures under a flash of vertigo, dizzied by the sight of guards patrolling above appearing to be mere insects upon the walls.