The Guild Sentinel History
13th Frost Fall, 224
Mages gather within the Cloakroom, elves, monkeys and dwarves mingled amongst
them. One elf moves forward and behind the counter, Guild Tutor Perris stepping
aside as she takes the box of items stored safely out of most others reach.
Together, they all lay out the Sentinel Parts, arranging them in an outline of a
body. As the group part, the elf moves forward once more, removing a large orb
from her pack, the strange forces trapped within swirling at its centre.
The orb is placed upon the silver body and the elf steps back.
Raising the scrolls within her hands, she speaks the words translated, the
dwarvish language sounding alien from one of elven blood. The magicks spoken-
the air around vibrates with powers of old, a blinding light enveloping the
items on the floor.
As their gaze returns to the centre of the floor, surprise fills the faces of
many as their sight is met with a slight figure of elven appearance. The elf
moves towards the figure hesitantly, caution hindering her movements. With a
shimmer, the strange ones shapeshifts to a dragon form, and looks to the elf
approaching.
With an exclamation of surprise, the elf laughs, "A Jinni!"
And in scrolls it is now written, upon assembly of a full Sentinel, one may
summon a Jinni of themselves. Mysteries surrounding the magicks of the
enchantments, and the riddles of the scrolls still playing within the minds of
all concerned, perhaps further summonings of these mystical creatures can unlock
the doors to many secrets.
Are you a mage to take up this challenge?