Post by Kourelan Empherlin on Sept 24, 2013 22:34:00 GMT -5
The Arcanums Majoris is a school for the gifted, a college of magic unsurpassed in the land. In its heart lies the Summoners Vault, a repository of Magic items collected by the long arms of the Institute of War. Here, in the first outer chamber of the vault alongside the artificers offices and workshops, is the office of Kourelan Empherlin. He sits in observance of the research and training facilities responsible for the creation and maintenance of the item copies used on the fields of justice. He monitors the many defenses of its walls and those who pass through its gates. He guards with vigilance its innermost secrets, cataloging every item that has been allowed onto a field of justice, and closer still those items that never will.
Here summoners and champions can discuss their concerns over new League approved item rulings, relinquish treasures into the safety of the vault, or simply to view the wonderful and varied items held therein.
Through the eight foot brass double doors from the primary vault chamber, is Kourelans office. The waiting room is quite imposing, with high ceilings and shining metal benches. In contrast, there is a secretary's desk, plain brown and wooden. There is no secretary. The last one quit, and Kourelan was quite pleased when he convinced the Institute not to send him another.
The walls of the inner chamber are grey stone and unadorned, save for a single metal plaque that hangs behind his desk. It reads, "The Safety of the People shall be the Highest Law."
Kourelan has an antique desk made of black glass, and it emits a soft light of its own. Several side tables and examination desks are placed about the room, housing exotic items. Some glow with powerful enchantments while other simply whir with hextech machinery.
Two chairs sit before the wardens desk, one carved in wood, with a slim, high back. The other is a broad stone stool made of a petrified tree stump, Its top covered in a thick leather pad. Hanging above, in a glass orb, is a collection of light-stones all tumbled atop one another. A circular lampshade, like the lids of an eye, frames this ball of light.
If you knew anything about light-stones, non-synthetic ones of course, you would have been impressed at the collection, but to the few Arcanum initiated that would have paled in comparison to the manuscript framed upon the wall, written by Zhonya herself. Fewer still might notice the notes written by Rabadon, regarding the reverse engineering of her work.
For most, the place sight that grabs your attention is the long beard on Kourelan himself, for it is impressive in its curious length and pure white color. Indeed it completely conceals the otherwise fascinating Seal of the Arcanum that hangs on around the wardens neck on a silver chain. The second thing noticed would be the piercing eyes of an old man, who's steady gaze and furrowed brow would communicate to you that ogling anyone's beard without first introducing yourself is terribly impolite.
On this particular evening, the old man poured over his notes strewn across the black glass desk. Light streamed from the stone he rolled around in his hand. From the ceiling above, a bowl of light stones shown down clear and bright. He sighed. Late again, late and without progress.
The warden of the vault left the papers where they lie, and retired to bed.
Here summoners and champions can discuss their concerns over new League approved item rulings, relinquish treasures into the safety of the vault, or simply to view the wonderful and varied items held therein.
Through the eight foot brass double doors from the primary vault chamber, is Kourelans office. The waiting room is quite imposing, with high ceilings and shining metal benches. In contrast, there is a secretary's desk, plain brown and wooden. There is no secretary. The last one quit, and Kourelan was quite pleased when he convinced the Institute not to send him another.
The walls of the inner chamber are grey stone and unadorned, save for a single metal plaque that hangs behind his desk. It reads, "The Safety of the People shall be the Highest Law."
Kourelan has an antique desk made of black glass, and it emits a soft light of its own. Several side tables and examination desks are placed about the room, housing exotic items. Some glow with powerful enchantments while other simply whir with hextech machinery.
Two chairs sit before the wardens desk, one carved in wood, with a slim, high back. The other is a broad stone stool made of a petrified tree stump, Its top covered in a thick leather pad. Hanging above, in a glass orb, is a collection of light-stones all tumbled atop one another. A circular lampshade, like the lids of an eye, frames this ball of light.
If you knew anything about light-stones, non-synthetic ones of course, you would have been impressed at the collection, but to the few Arcanum initiated that would have paled in comparison to the manuscript framed upon the wall, written by Zhonya herself. Fewer still might notice the notes written by Rabadon, regarding the reverse engineering of her work.
For most, the place sight that grabs your attention is the long beard on Kourelan himself, for it is impressive in its curious length and pure white color. Indeed it completely conceals the otherwise fascinating Seal of the Arcanum that hangs on around the wardens neck on a silver chain. The second thing noticed would be the piercing eyes of an old man, who's steady gaze and furrowed brow would communicate to you that ogling anyone's beard without first introducing yourself is terribly impolite.
On this particular evening, the old man poured over his notes strewn across the black glass desk. Light streamed from the stone he rolled around in his hand. From the ceiling above, a bowl of light stones shown down clear and bright. He sighed. Late again, late and without progress.
The warden of the vault left the papers where they lie, and retired to bed.
