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IMPERIAL ACADEMY OF THE PSIONIC ARTS
Of Zarkenis UltimaThe Imperial Academy Of The Psionic Arts, in the Immortal Griscorean Empire Of Zarkenis Ultima, wishes to welcome students from other nations who wish to furthen their knowledge and mastery of the Psionic Arts as a tool to furthen their capacities and to become important figures who will lead the world forward.
Directed by the founder and current headmaster, Rigunvalt Maedrus, this Imperial Academy has stood strong in the artificial floating island and capital city of Xevaris during nearly 75 years since it's foundation in 1033 A.U., counting among it's ex-students many important figures of the Immortal Griscorean Empire.
Port City of Sylvas, Korus Region
9 AM, Spring 30
The prosperous port city of Sylvas was enjoying a clear sky and a fresh breeze on that fine Spring day, as both birds and birdmen chirped flew through the skies and over the crystalline water that made up the gateway through which ships from both Korus and Xevaris came and went between the port city and the artificial island.
The port city itself was as prosperous as ever. A dozen ships loaded with goods from Xevaris docked and began unloading their merchandise, and another good number of ports sailed from Sylvas and towards Xevaris instead. Out in the streets, busy people of all species came and went, some passing through the streets in crystal-powered personal use vehicles, while many others opte to walk instead, whether by choice or necessity. However, it was a nice day indeed. The tall buildings were set so that they wouldn't block out the horizon from people's sight, and there was but a speck of gray here and there so as to avoid giving visitors the impression that it was a depressive ambience. Indeed, the city was lively and colorful, as if the grace of Emecoris had shined down upon it, like it had done so many other times, and the beauty of the day made many people skeptical to the existence of the Nightmare God. Pheraps the Nemesis War and all of it's consequences were just a myth, a massive hallucination, a shared dream? But that mattered little to the people of Sylvas. Everywhere, people could be seen happily talking, whether on the streets, on a small cafe, or on another locale. Men and women alike headed to their workplaces and began their productive activities of the day as some other people decided to go and give their prayers to the Deities of Griscore instead.
On the docks stood a man, tall, but short by Zarkenian standards. He looked rather frail, but that was not the most peculiar thing about him. Well, it would be to Zarkenians, but likely not to any foreigners. The man had grassy green orbs for eyes, and black hair, whether by Tenebrous lineage or by mere coincidence. His skin was a tad darker than that of most other Zarkenians, on the parts that were not completely shadowed by Tenebrous taint, at least. His body was, to name it something, 'striped', in the sense that there were diagonal stripes of shadow skin inbetween his normal dark skin. However, this was normal, and seen on every other Zarkenian, as the Tenebrous lineage had left them that. Lastly, this particular individual had two antennae, like a butterfly. This was probably due to the fact that this particular individual WAS a butterly. Or part butterfly, to be exact. The man in question wore an official looking attire, a white, gold-trimmed robe with the emblem of Zarkenis Ultima where his heart would be, and the initials 'IAPA' below it, the official attire for the staff of the Imperial Academy. Under those initials was the nametag "Maerin Gladestorm", which was the name of the individual.
He sneezed as he waited by a large ship. However bored he was, he was also happy, for his job was an important one. He was to await and then take the new students, the first foreigner generation, to the Imperial Academy of the Psionic Arts of Zarkenis Ultima! The foreigner students were unlikely to miss him. They had been appointed in front of that very ship, at that very hour, and were told that the staff sent to pick them up would be wearing the official attire of the Imperial Academy.
The thought made him smile, and so he sat on a bench in front of the ship, and waited.
