You enter the Mages
Guild, happy to be out of the chill.
The interior is a welcomed sight
after standing in the harsh
summer air. Around you are arcane
implements and mystical
apparati. You can feel a slight
tingling on your skin.&
For a moment after leaving
the bright summer sunshine, your
eyes register only darkness in the gloomy Mages Guild. When
they adjust, you can understand very
little of what you see. Tomes of antiquated wizardry and
obscure objects crowd the dusty shelves.&
The door to the Mages Guild
opens with a puff of dust that
sticks to the sweat on your
sunburned face. The smells of
sulfurous potions burning and
ancient scrolls of moldering
parchment sting your nose. At least
it is warm in here, you say to yourself.&
You shake the cold rain from your
shoulders as you enter the Mages Guild.
The dry interior is a
welcomed sight after standing in
the downpour outside. Around
you are arcane implements and
mystical apparati. You feel a
slight tingling on your skin.&
The sound of the brief summer
rain is muffled by the thick walls
and thicker velvet curtains. This
is a place where the outside world
is a distraction to be avoided.
The smells, sights, and sounds
here are unique to the field of mystical experimentation.&
You enter the Mages Guild,
avoiding the streams of water that
run melted by the warm Guild air.
The room is damp, but the thick
stone walls keep it cool even
in the dog days of summer. Strange devices and venerable
tomes crowd across the dust and soot streaked shelves.&
You enter the Mages Guild,
its gloomy interior not much
different from the iron-gray,
overcast sky outside. At least,
you silently think, the snow isn't
falling. Around you are arcane
implements and mystical apparati.
You feel a slight tingling on
your skin.&
All the cold and chill of
the day are intensified in the
Mages Guild. To add to the
frigid atmosphere, tendrils of
soot-filled smoke and the
whimpers from some doomed
experiment slip through the cracks
of locked doors. Each book on the
shelf looks like it is watching you.&
You enter the Mages Guild,
an amalgamation of primordial
relics, moldering scrolls,
dripping unguents, and smoking
fluids. An occasional groan or minor
explosion can be heard coming
from the laboratories. At least
it's not as cold and windy as
outside.&
Behind you the fall sun
sheds little heat upon the land,
welcoming the icy fingers of
winter yet another day. Around you
are arcane implements and
mystical apparati. You feel a
strange tingling on your skin.&
While the local farmers have
been gathering their crops, it
would appear the mages have been collecting
a harvest of their own. The
Mages Guild is crowded with scrolls, relics,
charms, and artifacts. Clearly
some extensive trading between one town's guild
to another's has been going on.&
You enter the Mages Guild, a
world where nature holds
little power. Outside the sun fights a
losing battle against the cold. In here however,
strange flora lives year round, competing
for space next to the
scrolls, potions, and other
mystic apparati that crowds the
Guild's shelves.&
You shake the cold rain from
your shoulders as you enter the
Mages Guild, stamping your feet
to wring out the excess water.
The dry interior is a welcomed
sight after standing in the cold
downpour outside. Around you are arcane implements and
mystical apparati. You can even feel a slight
tingling on your skin.&
The Mages Guild is dry, but
no more welcome that the cold
autumn tempest outside. Strange
and exotic potions, ancient
scrolls, and arcane relics
look down at you from the shelves
as if they are predatory birds,
watching for you to make a
mistake. The dark energy in the
room goes through you like
an electrical charge.&
All along the walls of the Mages Guild,
blackened with soot and
neglect, are shelves of books
and arcane apparati so cloaked in
dust to be practically indistinguishable
one from the other. You can hear the
sound of the arctic winds outside,
uncomfortably loud in the normally
still little room.&
You enter the Mage's Guild,
its gloomy interior not much
different from the cold, overcast
sky outside. At least, you
silently thank, the interior is
warm. You rub your hands together
to bring back some feeling.
Around you are arcane implements
and mystical apparati. You can feel a strange
tingling on your skin.&
On a dark cool day like
today, those who devote their
lives to the mystical sciences are
at their busiest. Outside,
people look into the sky and view
the coming winter with dread. All
in the Mages Guild are as
active with mystic energy as they might be on any day,
including the books and relics that line the shelves.&
You enter the Mages Guild,
going from a cool gloomy outside
to a cool gloomy inside. Because
of the shadows, you cannot see all that the chamber contains.
You suspect that even by the light
of a bright day, the room has its secrets. Potions, relics, and books
line the bookshelves shrouded by a fine dust.&
The sun outside has done
little to warm your bones,
which are now almost frozen. You
enter the Mages Guild, stamping
your feet and crowding close to
a brazier that glows hot with
fiery coals. As the warmth slowly
seeps in, you notice
arcane implements and mystical apparati.
You think you feel a strange
tingling on your skin.&
Although the sun was out, you felt
a winter's chill outside and now,
within the Mages Guild, you feel
the cold more intensely. Dust
lies on the shelves of books,
potions, and relics like an early
frost. The stone walls of the
chamber glisten with ice.&
The melancholy Mages Guild
is slightly warmer than the winter
day outside but, without the
sunlight, the effect is much the
same. Many books and arcane instruments
lie scattered about, but
they fail to lend any vitality to
the scene. It is a place of
mystical study, not built
for human comfort.&
Chill winds swirl about
you as you enter the Mages
Guild and shut the door. Outside
the winter's cold sets in without
any signs of stopping. You stamp
your feet and crowd close to a
brazier that glows hot with
fiery coals. As the warmth
slowly seeps in, you notice arcane
implements and mystical apparati.
You think you feel a strange
tingling over your skin.&
The Mages Guild is so
omnipresent that all the arcane
relics within seem to be covered in
a thin shroud. It is an almost
soundless chamber,
with only an occasional sigh from the pot of
boiling liquid on the fire. Slowly
warmth creeps back into your
chilled body.&
You enter the dim Mages
Guild, warmed by a spell that
brings life back into your chilled body
almost immediately.
Books, charms, scrolls, and other
relics, older than human memory,
are kept in pristine condition
here by the same mystic energy.&
The gray sky has done little
to warm your bones, which by
now are almost frozen. You enter
the Mages Guild, stamping your
feet to increase the
circulation and crowd close to a brazier
that glows hot with
fiery coals. As the warmth slowly
seeps in, you notice arcane
implements and mystical apparati.
You think you feel a strange
tingling on your skin.&
It is a perfect day for
those who practice the shadowy
arts: the Mages Guild comes most
alive on cold, dark winter days.
Cauldrons bubble on the fireplace,
filling the room with translucent smoke
that smells of animal fat and
sulfur. The shelves are cluttered with
mystical books and artifacts...&
You know that you can only
see half of what is in the
Mages Guild. The titles of the
books on the shelves seem to
change depending on the angle you look.
Invisible fingers run
through the dust and over your face.
From the corner of your eye, you
can see demons grinning at you, but
they vanish when you turn to
look at them. As dark a winter day
as it is outside, you want to do
your business here and leave...&
A chill breeze follows you
into the Mages Guild, drying the
slight sheen of sweat from
your brow. The interior smells of
spices and chemicals. As your
eyes adjust to the dim light you
can make out arcane implements
and mystical apparati. You think
you feel a strange tingling on your skin.&
You enter the Mages Guild,
the smell of sulfur and rotting parchment replacing
that of new blossoms.
Scrolls and potions, relics and artifacts
vie for space on the bookshelves.
You can hear small living things scuttling behind the
volumes of alien encyclopedia.&
The mystical energy in the
Mages Guild runs through you
like a charge of lightning. Outside nature
is in her full arctic glory,
but she has little power in here. From the
stone walls to the scrolls and potions, the
most mundane parts of this chamber seem like phantasmagoria.&
You shake the cold rain from
your shoulders, conscious of the pooling
water at your feet. As your eyes slowly adjust
to the dim interior you can make out
arcane implements and mystical apparati. You think you feel a
strange tingling on your skin.&
As thick as the stone walls
of the Mages guild are, you can
hear virtually every splatter of
the cold rain outside. You are almost
afraid to talk, for every echo of each footstep
causes great clouds of dust to billow. And
there are books and apparati in this
room, you suspect, that should
never be disturbed.&
An open window in the Mages
Guild lets in the smell of the
spring storm, which mingles with
the chemical stench that bubbles
from an open cauldron. The
chamber is filled with arcane
objects, jugs, cloaks, scrolls, amulets, tomes, brooches,
potions, robes, figurines, talismans.&
Although the sky is gray the
weather itself is quite cold. You
can smell dry chill in the air, but
that quickly changes as the
door shuts behind you. The Mages Guild
smells like old spices and
chemicals. You can make out dozens
of arcane implements and mystical apparati.&
You enter the Mages Guild
from the gloomy spring day and
are struck by the clutter.
You know that wizardry is a mental
art. It is hard to believe the
sorcerers behind this jumble of
items and apparati are not either
madmen or fools. You can
definitely hear small living things
move about in the piles.&
The Mages Guild is not a
place where the normal gods of
Nature hold reign, but on such a
bleak spring day, it does not look
like they have power
anywhere. Somehow the chamber is
simultaneously too cold and too
hot, wet with humidity in one
spot, drier than the desert
in another. Even the mystical items
on the shelves are juxtaposed
between extremes, ancient scrolls
next to modern measuring
devices, this one filthy with
neglect, that polished with care.&
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