13 Winter 514
In some ways the Vitrax was commonplace, considering all of the times Clyde had been there. In others it still managed to be imposing. A stone wall in and of itself was odd in Ravok, let alone such a large one about a building on the lake city, topped with iron fencing similar to the large iron gates.
All of that topped off with a surplus of Ebonstryfe guards ready to kill anyone that tried to force their way in. Clyde had always been invited though. If anyone had the skills to bypass its defenses in Ravok it was likely Clyde, not that he'd like to try.
Today though Clyde was not here on Ebonstryfe business, even if he had permission to enter because of it. At the gates Clyde simply let them see his robes, his enchanted ones emblazoned with the symbol of the Stryfe, and felt their mutual connection through their Chaon marks, before he was allowed inside.
Of course the enchanted robes weren't the only magical item he carried about with him. Cha was held in his right hand, a possibly unique Magecrafted item that Clyde had made himself.
Along with that he had his pack, in which he stored his various Glyphing supplies, on the off chance said magic was needed. Nestled along with those tools of his trade though was another enchanted item, one far deadlier than Cha, at least in her physical uses.
Within lay a mace, an enchanted weapon of considerable power, technically even more valuable than Cha, though perhaps not as unique. Clyde had yet to actually use it, but even know he could feel its power through his auristics, simply due to its proximity. He'd grown used to the aura of his robes, and Cha, and so did not notice their power, but had not had the mace as long and so had not learned to ignore it.
Passing inside, Clyde headed for the deeper offices of those more highly ranked within the Stryfe. He had an appointment to show the weapon he had enchanted, in hopes of selling it to fund further enchantments. Likely that would require a display of its use in a training hall, or some such place where the possible display wouldn't destroy anything valuable from the raw force it could exert.
After passing inside and past the statue of Gru'tral, Clyde made his way to the room he had been told to come to, knocking before entering.