The Archmage flew into the clearing before the sealed Tower of Wayrath. His enchanted robes holding him aloft as he gazed down on the place.
"I would not believe it were it not for my own eyes. A Tower of High Sorcery abandoned in a wood. Now tell me friend, how did you get here?"
He floated gently down to land before the tower, bowing his head slightly.
"Lets you and I make a deal. I need a home, as mine is utterly destroyed. You need a master, as yours have vanished into memory. Lets both help one another shall we? You open this door, and I will bring life back to your halls. Learning will once again be protected by your magical walls. I swear this by the Flames of Faltine. What say you?"
There was a long silence, as though the forest itself was holding its breath in anticipation.
Then slowly, as though waking from a long slumber, the door cracked and slide open.
"Thankyou my friend, let us begin anew."
And so it was that Belasco DiMera Giovanni, once little more then a Mafia Thug, came to be the new Master of the Tower. He bore the robes of no known order, and followed no tradition familiar with the history of the Tower.
But in a time of Chaos, perhaps there was a need for one who could adapt to an ever changing destiny?
Dark times were ahead, and the beacon in the Tower was once again lit. Calling all who practiced the Art to its shelter.
OOC I already talked to Lynnie and Cyrus briefly about wanting to get something going in here again. As there isn't anything at all I thought I would just start writing and see who hops on.
Away we go WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!
-Christian