After finishing up breakfast, Corllion and Avostad mounted up and followed a winding trail seemingly one that only Avostad knew the direction of, with so many turns a twists , and cutbacks you would think they where circling around there camp site from the night before. And this wasn't far from the truth. They traveled many miles but they didn't go very far from that exact spot. Something that didn't go unnoticed by young silversword.
Once at the western most side entrance of the sprawling guild hall, Avostad walked his horse directly into a mountain cliff face and disappeared, the shouted back, to the hesitant young elf with him, move along many more spectacular thing to see today other than a magic door.
Once inside stable hands tended to the horses, Avostad gave few instructions to the young lads who had appeared to take there bags and tend to the horses.
We are a bit early, I'll have someone show you where you will be staying. Get settled in and someone will, fetch you when the elders are ready for you. After giving a few more instructions to one of the serfs, Avostad strode off down a corridor made a turn and the as gone from sight. As he left moments later Corllion felt the absence of the magical suppression that had surrounded Avostad and himself, he made note of this feeling. Ever since he could remember, even as a little child, he could feel different magic's . As if different spells had distinct feelings when it was in his presence, over time he could with some questioning he could source out what the intention of each was used for. They also carried a sort of marker , he could always tell if it was being used directly on him, or if it was a more general area type of magic ment to after all in a certain distance. The latter of these feeling would grow strong when he got closer to the source of the spell. And his senses developed over the years Corllion figured out it was only magic that was ment to impair the senses. Like the magical pouch he wore he could feel the enchantment that made it invisible. And could tell by the feeling it was an invisibility spell. But yet the magical ring his brother had given him that could provide light and start simple fires for cooking he could feel nothing from. In his younger days it bothered him that he could only feel certain Magical presence. But as he grew older he realized what boon it was to be able to feel when someone was trying to suppress him, and through trial and error what type of suppression it was. He even learned to use this to his advantage early on. Although he did not know this ability was given to him by the god of wisdom, and it had a further functions, no being or power could scry him by any means. No spell or device could be used to watch his movements or his location. He could only be observed by the unaided naked eye. You could not see or hear him by any arcane means. And he could feel when a spell would aid him , with speed , strength, stamina, what magic's could heal him, and also those beneficial magic's seamed to work better on him than most, it was as if the slightest enhancement spell worked ten times better on him. For example if a strength spell would give a normal person the ability to carry double their weight, Corllion could carry the weight of a horse. If it enhanced there speed, Corllion could move so fast he was like a blur to the on lookers.
Once he was shown to hos chambers he took stock of the furnishings, there was a desk , a Alchemy stand, In one corner, there was a forge, A small table to take his sup at, and very little else. Other than a small but comfortable bed.
you could tell by the craftsmanship, Construction. The forge and the alchemy stand, Great importance were put on these items. Although neither one was as grand as the ones found in his father castle, none of the acclaimed smiths or alchemist would want for nothing with what was in his room. All the smithing tools looked well worn and had seen much use, although he could not feel the magical enhancements on each of the tools , for if he could there was not a single one that didn't almost glow with the strength of the enchantment upon it. Same was to be said of the alchemy stand.
Corllion could tell he would be putting these to use , and lots of it. The first thing he actually noticed when he had entered the room was a magical field in one corner on the floor under the small table and chair ment for eating at. He instantly recognized it as some form of magic ment to aid one's senses in the use of weapons. He had felt these type's of magic when he was first learning how to weld a sword, his teachers would try to cast spells to bolster his form or Strength. So he could learn faster and train for longer without tiring.
The feeling he got was this room would be used greatly in days there for training of all sorts and to sleep and eat only when his day of taking was done. He could also tell the walls where magically reinforced to keep sound from traveling. He could see the wisdom in this as to not disturb the occupants of the room to either side of his, and vise versa. This told Corllion a lot about how long his days would become in the future.
Shortly there after a serf knocked on the door , and spoke from outside the door, sir, they are ready for you in the mail hall. With this Corllion opened the door looked at the young Boy and had him lead the way. Once in the main hall Corllion first noticed Avostad was now changed and had a completely different, presence about him , aside from a new set of clothes, Corllion barely recognized him.
Assembled in the hall was some 200 members, and the four elders and there adjacents. Young Sliversword strode to the middle of the hall and walked up and stood before the raised platform that was occupied by the elders.
The nine elve's before him couldn't be more different in appearance than he could ever imagine, but the their presence, was almost a if they where all the same being just a different look for each. Silversword could definitely feel a magic at work, it it was of a kind he had never felt before, or should he say , it had tones of many different ones he had felt before but never to this extreme and combination. It's as if all his senses where being assaulted at once. It was quite overbearing to say the least, but he felt as if this was a test of some kind , so he steeled his resolve and waited for someone to to speak.
This sort of stand off went on for a long time, As the second turned into minutes, silversword, was able to determine which magical suppression was coming from each of the eight elders. The Only presence that was absence was Avostads. The first one he was able to figure out was the shadowy figure from the night before at the place where they had camped at. That was the first clue that he picked up on and was able to further unravel the situation before him.
Minutes turned into hours hours into days. It was if the elders wished to see how long his mental fortitude would hold out. The wise advise from Avostad about eating all his breakfast was now, fully understood as it had been three days since his last meal. And his body craved some form of nourishment.
Seeing as no instruction has been given on what was and what was not allowed, He dared Note, cast to spell to bolster his energy or strength. The feeling of the overbearing pressure, Completely disappeared by this point, of fact, it was gone within the first hour of him, figuring out that it was a blaring of each one of the elders. and as he figured out what type of suppression was coming from each one the pressure that came from them evaporated.
So for him, This was just a test of endurance. As best he could figure he'd been standing there in the presence of the elders for five days.
On the morning of the sixth day, just about the same time as when this assembly started or as close as he could figure, Corllion spoke spoke aloud, I Corllion silversword , vow to embrace and embody the ideals of the guild and the order of the bladesingers, I will one day give my life in service to the guild and never bring shame upon myself or my brothers.
After he spoke, there where nods exchanged between the elders, confirming his acceptance into the guild. Avostad walked forward, and addressed young Silversword.
You have now been accepted into the Bladesingers guild, present your blade, and let us hear your blade song.
When Corllion unsheathed his sword and quite murmur came offer the hall, as if everyone immediately knew the sight of this sword, and Corllion took his pose and started his movements, a soft moan began to be heard, which silenced the murmuring, as Silversword fell further into his dance, mouths began to gap open all around the room never had any one except t he elders in Attendance , seen a new Initiate into the guild been able to produce one tenth the sound much less a Coherent song from there blade.
Now to the unknowing or untrained, this sounded like a song , it in fact was not a some it was however, a language. The sword wasn't singing it was talking! It was telling you its name , why it was named this, why it was created and for what purpose.
All the elders hid their own shock of this untrained display. Some openly showed excitement and other pleasant surprise. Avostaf felt the feelings of hope in this young elf before him, and he thought to himself, he could be the one to close a open wound that has plagued the order for nearly two thousand years. And if so Avostad could finally look forward to peace and a long over due rest. For only he still remained, from the days when his brother Titan fell and the monster Gorath was born.