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Striker · January 9, 2008, 02:28 AM

With the onset of summer, reconstruction had overtaken Paxia in full bloom. Dwarven engineers and human architects hustled about the city, leading construction crews and parties from one plot of land to the next. The sudden surge of income from the Imperial Government had fostered the dramatic increase in city activity, and there was not a single acre in all of Paxia that was untouched by the eager rebuilders. The very face of Paxia was about to be retouched, painted in the image that the city’s visionaries, its leaders, had imagined. Gena’ra, the Senior Aedile of Paxia and a katta rumored to be the next prospective thane, had organized the coalition to rebuild the city, and along with a handful of insightful advisors, had ordered the entire realm to be redrafted immediately.

By the time that Darian and Mug arrived at the site of the former Academy of Magic, they would be introduced to a flattened base of land devoid of any rubble. The walls of the majestic institute were not present, long removed by the city’s rebuilders and citizens alike. When Paxia had fallen, the Academy of Magic had been one of the first facilities ravaged for the orcs had immediately isolated it as a potential threat to their cause, and two of the faculty had been murdered while defending the city itself. Rumors had abounded that only one of the three original masters had survived the entropy of that prolonged event, but for the most part she was said to be working fervently with the construction parties, helping to lift massive blocks of stone via her powers and rearranging materials accordingly.

Set in front of the groundwork of the previous academy was a small table layered with multiple diagrams and unrolled parchments. A dwarf with a fiery beard stood atop a small stool, hovering over the paperwork and grumbling to himself as one of his hands fidgeted with an ink pen. His other hand twisted several strands of his crimson facial hair around a finger, tugging back and forth before unwinding to maneuver another of the papers. Seconds later another dwarf appeared at the table, and then another, and then another, until the desk was completely encircled by the dwarven builders.

All around Darian and Mug, personnel of all sorts and sizes carried wooden beams towards the site of the academy, setting them down to the side of the plot of land before returning to a supply wagon south of the two newcomers’ positions. The sight of the disguised dracon and the giant did not disrupt them from their activities. Gorgon and his giants, after all, had made frequent visits to this portion of Paxia over the past few brightenings, bringing with them the necessary supplies and materials so that the dwarves could continue their work.

For whatever reason that Darian had sought out the Academy of Magic, he would not discover its remnants here.

January 9, 2008, 02:28 AM	#3 (permalink)
Striker Former Staff Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Paxia Posts: 780	With the onset of summer, reconstruction had overtaken Paxia in full bloom. Dwarven engineers and human architects hustled about the city, leading construction crews and parties from one plot of land to the next. The sudden surge of income from the Imperial Government had fostered the dramatic increase in city activity, and there was not a single acre in all of Paxia that was untouched by the eager rebuilders. The very face of Paxia was about to be retouched, painted in the image that the city’s visionaries, its leaders, had imagined. Gena’ra, the Senior Aedile of Paxia and a katta rumored to be the next prospective thane, had organized the coalition to rebuild the city, and along with a handful of insightful advisors, had ordered the entire realm to be redrafted immediately. By the time that Darian and Mug arrived at the site of the former Academy of Magic, they would be introduced to a flattened base of land devoid of any rubble. The walls of the majestic institute were not present, long removed by the city’s rebuilders and citizens alike. When Paxia had fallen, the Academy of Magic had been one of the first facilities ravaged for the orcs had immediately isolated it as a potential threat to their cause, and two of the faculty had been murdered while defending the city itself. Rumors had abounded that only one of the three original masters had survived the entropy of that prolonged event, but for the most part she was said to be working fervently with the construction parties, helping to lift massive blocks of stone via her powers and rearranging materials accordingly. Set in front of the groundwork of the previous academy was a small table layered with multiple diagrams and unrolled parchments. A dwarf with a fiery beard stood atop a small stool, hovering over the paperwork and grumbling to himself as one of his hands fidgeted with an ink pen. His other hand twisted several strands of his crimson facial hair around a finger, tugging back and forth before unwinding to maneuver another of the papers. Seconds later another dwarf appeared at the table, and then another, and then another, until the desk was completely encircled by the dwarven builders. All around Darian and Mug, personnel of all sorts and sizes carried wooden beams towards the site of the academy, setting them down to the side of the plot of land before returning to a supply wagon south of the two newcomers’ positions. The sight of the disguised dracon and the giant did not disrupt them from their activities. Gorgon and his giants, after all, had made frequent visits to this portion of Paxia over the past few brightenings, bringing with them the necessary supplies and materials so that the dwarves could continue their work. For whatever reason that Darian had sought out the Academy of Magic, he would not discover its remnants here.