the hailstorm
Wasting little time with formalities and greetings, the Warden went straight to work as well. Zariah was right - he knew well what a training area fit for a mage ought to look like, and he was not disappointed to find much of what he needed already in place on the top floor. This he arranged into areas for target practice, for meditation under duress, for pain and learning from it. As he worked he was aware of a strange and ethereal song echoing through the building, but, assuming it to be some trick of the building, he thought little of it.
The rooftop was his main goal. Dispersing the memory snow in front of the door and leaving it toWeaver to dispose of for good, Neron headed up into the biting cold and buffeting winds. With a little concentration, he began to warp and change the ice around him, fashioning a freezing arena where Abandoned could practice combat against... well, each other. Ensuring there were plenty of chunks of ice to provide cover (and to aim at), Neron stood back to appraise his work and was pleased.
Neron arranges the top floor into a traditional training area to practice aim, concentration and conjuration, and creates an icy battle arena on the rooftop.
The rooftop was his main goal. Dispersing the memory snow in front of the door and leaving it to
Neron arranges the top floor into a traditional training area to practice aim, concentration and conjuration, and creates an icy battle arena on the rooftop.
