03-08-2018, 01:29 PM
The bulwark of Camelot Minas Tirith sat ageless, before her. Shantotto drew out her journal and took a sit nearby a tree watching and sketching the massive city, It took hours for the over the top detailed image to take shape but time was never a worry for a mage such as herself. Even if her mind was nearing one hundred years her body remained a constant age for a young tarutaru. The spell work she used never needed to be refreshed, nor did she ever have to really worry about her mind going bad. it was in deed not a bad bit of spell work. Though despite her overwhelming power she was unable to create worlds like this. Her initial assessment of Omni was off, while she had the ability to destroy worlds, she lacked the ability to create them.
Concluding her sketch and her notes Shantotto stood up finally, already several hours had passed, the sun sitting high in the sky indicating close to mid day. There were caravans of wagons and other vehicles crossing the plains before the city. Beginning the long waddle towards the main gateway Shantotto couldn't help but watch as the multitudes of people and things seemed to pepper the landscape, small farms had been erected in the surrounding areas. All in all this large city was impressive.
The day kept going as Shantotto got closer and closer to the main gate. Soon she was staring up at the towering construct of wood and iron. Whispers from onlookers followed her every step of the way. as she stepped foot into the walled city of Minas Tirith
Concluding her sketch and her notes Shantotto stood up finally, already several hours had passed, the sun sitting high in the sky indicating close to mid day. There were caravans of wagons and other vehicles crossing the plains before the city. Beginning the long waddle towards the main gateway Shantotto couldn't help but watch as the multitudes of people and things seemed to pepper the landscape, small farms had been erected in the surrounding areas. All in all this large city was impressive.
The day kept going as Shantotto got closer and closer to the main gate. Soon she was staring up at the towering construct of wood and iron. Whispers from onlookers followed her every step of the way. as she stepped foot into the walled city of Minas Tirith