Post by Redic Silizar on Feb 9, 2008 15:59:23 GMT -5
Upon walking into the room history seemed to flourish from all eras of the known calendar. It held the feeling of walking into a museum as all forms of items decorated the walls. From the era of the Egyptians to modern society not a single trace of era seemed to be missing or out of place. A mummy seemed to have been rested against the wall to the far side of the room with a sarcophagus to keep it comfortable. On the opposite side of the wall from the mummy a Suit of metal armor, possibly from the middle ages stood in it’s shinning glory, though it seemed to have a few minor cracks in the armor, due to old age or possibly use. Pictures of famous wizards many who were easy to pick out and many who seemed foreign or too ancient to think who it was. At the teacher’s desk there laid many odd things, ceremonial daggers, shrunken heads and a small little container that held many exotic bugs and insects.
Chairs and desks were filed neatly so that all the students can see the room before them. All the desks and chairs were curved into looking like multiple smiles. The teacher’s chair however stood out like a sore thumb. It was black with spikes at the top and the seat cushion was crimson. The desk matched the chair with the colour black. The room was dim, enough for light to enter but only enough for the eyes to see. It was a little eyrie, specially with the mummy in the back but it didn’t make it feel dangerous or make it feel like something bad would happen. It just didn’t seem like a normal class.
On the door a sign hung with the words of his creed: Knowledge is the only source of true power.
Chairs and desks were filed neatly so that all the students can see the room before them. All the desks and chairs were curved into looking like multiple smiles. The teacher’s chair however stood out like a sore thumb. It was black with spikes at the top and the seat cushion was crimson. The desk matched the chair with the colour black. The room was dim, enough for light to enter but only enough for the eyes to see. It was a little eyrie, specially with the mummy in the back but it didn’t make it feel dangerous or make it feel like something bad would happen. It just didn’t seem like a normal class.
On the door a sign hung with the words of his creed: Knowledge is the only source of true power.
