>>5300970>>5301000>>5301015>>5301028>>5301031>>5301267>>5301302>>5301339>>5301524>>5301575>>5301868To be an esteemed wizard is the greatest height that a male can achieve in your native culture. Individuals of such power are indispensable, and thus allowed privileges that a male could never obtain otherwise. Though men are meant to be subservient to women among the Ilythiiri, even the haughtiest matriarch would not be so foolish as to turn her own magicians against her.
When Ilanis expressed her approval of the most powerful mage in the city, you instantly recognized that gaining his cooperation could save your life someday. You've already been recommended to him by his peer, Greycastle. That, you felt, should be sufficient reason to gain an audience with the High Sorcerer. It was only a matter of finding him. Committed to the search, you begin by asking around.
'Where can I find the High Sorcerer? Do you know someone that knows the High Sorcerer? Help me find Amaranth Cywir.' Your interrogation of the locals is fruitless. Nobody in Everlund seems to know where to find the High Sorcerer. It seems quite a few of them do not even recognize the name. You were told before that he was the sort to keep to himself, yet to look high and low for a known recluse is no less vexing. Grunting in frustration, you round the corner of a shop and spy a spectral hand floating an arm's length from your face, beckoning for you to follow after it.
For lack of alternatives, you acquiesce, and are ushered into a cramped, dusty, painfully mundane alley. The defining feature of this location is a brass bell the size of your skull mounted on one of the walls. Your ghostly attendant contorts into a fist and bashes the bell, generating a low hum which in no way resembles the sound of a hollow metal object that has been struck.
The fabric of reality tears, opening a window that provides a view of an exquisite castle's interior - just large enough for a humanoid to pass through. With an open palm, the hand bids you proceed, and vanishes. Magery of this caliber must logically be the work of the High Sorcerer, and this place, his abode. Steeling yourself for what is to come, you go boldly.
