The Academy lay eternally within its own land, several thousand acres of pristine wilderness, at the heart of which lay the venerable building, which was far larger within than without. From high above one could have viewed the seemingly endless forests that ranged across the hills and vales and up into the high mountains, where ice cold streams fed rivers that in their turn fed tributaries and lakes, keeping the land fertile and alive. The very air was filled with magical energy, for only under the watchful eye of the Art could such an Eden have survived the hands of man. There was little that could not be found in the wilderness beyond the school's grounds, no matter where the wandering lands took the strange Academy.<br/><br/>The school itself lay within a vast network of perfectly manicured gardens, fields, meadows and mazes, the vast, brooding building towering several stories high, two huge wings spreading out like vast wings to either side. Dark as night, the octagonal basalt columns that form the outer walls seem to absorb the light, though the courtyards dotted around it are filled with warmth and life, though it is not always obvious as to who tends these pleasure gardens or the pools that accompany them. The hallowed halls within have long been twisted by magical energies, until they have formed a labyrinth only navigable by those gifted with a sense for the arcane. Secrets and mysteries remain slumbering around every corner, poised to confound even the brightest and most perceptive of minds.<br/><br/>