Hoftmont, a grand city of magic and mysticism, of powerful arcanists and wise thaumathrugists. and seat of the council of ten that leads it all. It is in the beginning of the most recent assembly of council magi, and the times are troubled. A recent incident has turned the northern border into a lethal wasteland, and due to the source being a teuveranian facility, foreign relations are at an all time low. Motivated by this, the council has caled for the assembly of a group of magi from all factions, to investigate the warp's exact nature, and to find a way to stem the tide of corruption that flows forth from it.<br/><br/>And with that said, a message is sent to many a mage, some no more than happy to take the oppurtunity for adventure and fame, others reluctant for it means leabing the safety of their homes and laborotories.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>The ivory tower was a beatiful-looking building at this time of day, its brilliant marble white walls glistening in the midday sun, and every minute detail of its fine architecture emphasized. In this bright day, Zalvryn walked into the tower's entry hall. A message had been sent just yesterday, his presence was requested here. Zalvyn wondered if his father had anything to do with it, he had begun suspecting he was starting to fall out of favor, and being assinged some long-winded mission in fararaway lands had been a method employed before to get rid of troublesome heirs.<br/><br/>Zalvryn's entrance was immediately met with a bustle of activity from the various clerks and officials running around the tower, he was soon greeted with all the necesarry protocol and heraldry, and found himself in a conference room not long afterwards. The briefing would begin once everyone invited had reported in at the reception. The room was circular in size, with wooden padded chairs around a circular marble font containing clear water. Zalvryn recognized the contraption as a scrying pool, a recent invention by the thaumathurgic institute meant to display images of a person's memories, as well as displaying other premade images through some complicated process.<br/><br/>Zalvryn took a seat and made himself comfortable, if this meeting was anything like the family gatherings back home, it would likely be a good half hour before every attendant was even there.