Snippet #2536132

I was early morning, almost the break of dawn to be exact. A figure came out of the woods supporting a black scythe on its shoulder. It wore a green cloak with a hood. A guard noticed the figure approach the fortress. "Halt suspicious figure! State your business." The guard said. The figure put down its hood revealing a female head with long hair in an odd purplish hue. "Do you greet all wanderers like that?" The woman asked.

The guard bowed and said: "Forgive me. But please state your business. Standard procedure." The woman sighed: "I am Jyana Lightbringer, entertainer, herbalist and master of the ancient arcane arts." The guards eyes widened. He remembered a woman of that name visit his village when he was a wee boy. "But how can it be? You hadn't aged!" The guard exclaimed. Jyana smiled: "I am many years old my son. Many people from old to young remember me. I have been to many villages and towns. Many enchanted by my trade. Now may I pass."

The guard nodded and allowed the woman to pass through the gate. First when she had passed had he realized that she didn't explain WHY she hadn't aged. Meanwhile Jyana sat down at a fountain and set her things to the side. "Hear ye! I shall entertain you with my skills!" She shouted and waved her hands. An illuminated illusion appeared of many birds flying, far more real and clear than modern illusion magic. An illusion of flowers grew around where Jyana sat. Immediately people gathered at the plaza where the fountain was, amazed by the magic she used.