Nestled in a mountain range a day's travel on horse from the famed Baldur's Gate lies the High Arcana Academy. It is a somewhat reclusive, upper-crust school for the training of the next generation of mages in Faerun. Built into the mountain, its marbled campus takes almost an hour to walk from top to bottom. There is a section dedicated to each discipline of arcane practice: the Abjuration Wing, Evocation Wing, Necromancy Wing, etc. The Academy even trains a small contingent of Eldritch Knights.
It's fabled halls and libraries have made it known for miles around. Founded by Archimedes, it has stood against time for nearly 2 centuries. It is very respected until recently. 3 months ago, several bodies were discovered. They were found in ritualistic positions, like they were sacrificed to fuel an enchantment. The news quickly spread and drew the attention of the Council, a group of some of the most powerful mages on the planet. Their watchful eye has been over the Academy since. Several investigations have been launched, but they have discovered nothing.
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The grumpy old mentor wakes up and begins his morning exercise routine. Except he is far from old, being a 24 year old Dragonborn. Seraph does not know any magic or spells but he doesn't need it to teach what he does and that is physical fitness courses. He is one of the academy's gym teachers and not a very well liked one at that thanks to his rough and strict attitude. This 5ft 9inch tall Dragonborn with a mixture of blue and silver scales wears a sleeveless purple karate gi, full-length orange fluffy pants under a black ornamental loin cloth and black boots with orange tips. There is a hole in his pants thorough which he sticks his slender sliver tail out. He wears an ornamental bone helmet. His face, torso and arms are covered in blue scales while his tail, his neck, the back of his head, his legs from the thigh down, his knuckles and his elbows are covered in silver scales. There are small spike-like horns that stick out from the side of his head near his chin. Two long gazelle-like horns stick out from the back of his head. He punches the air as part of his morning exercise.
Kell was up late working with Master Corrinth, but he still managed to wake early, and make it to the library. He sits in a chair, reading an old book. Kell is tall, probably around eighteen. He wears a simple affair of woolen breeches, a cotton tunic and boots made of a supple leather. They look well made, but not fancy. Built for comfort rather than fashion. He has ruffled dark hair, and pale skin with a fading tan. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye, and his right is a deep blue. His slender fingers turn the pages of his book with a practiced ease. He carries a long staff made of a wood from some foreign hot country judging by its dark colour. On top of its head is a crystal surrounded by a carved wooden latticework. Handing over his shoulder is a cord, which is attached to a plain spellbook. At his side is a silver dagger, with the letters K.L. engraved on it. He starts to leave for breakfast, replacing the book in its rightful place. He enters the mess hall, and sits down at an empty table.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
The sunlight poking through the window of her tiny room woke Gwylla up. She was happy she made into the bed this time, although again it appeared her sleep would be improved by not using a musty tome as her pillow. She goes through her morning routine of stretching, then cursing as the works the tangles from her long brown hair. She often thought about cutting it but her father always said it reminded him of her mother. She put on her spectacles and a simple practical brown dress, gathering her hair in a messy updo that aspired to be called a bun. Grabbing her latest tome, she hurried off towards the mess hall to get some minimum food to fuel her brain.
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Val Hucrele was born to a family rich from shipping contracts along the sword coast. Not much of a go-getter, he initially intended to rely upon his family's wealth to keep him comfortable. He was not nearly as decadent as his siblings and cousins, mostly because he was too lazy. But, this backfired on him as his family seemed to believe this made him the most likely of his generation to amount to anything. They shipped him off to boarding school at the High Arcana Academy where, to everyone's complete and utter surprise--his own most of all--he actually seemed to excel.
Val woke late in the morning, as was usual. He likely would've kept sleeping if not for his familiar Hesperus, a black raven, cawing irritatedly at him. In his butler's voice it criticized him, "Still asleep at this hour, young Master Hucrele? Never take over the shipping empire with that work ethic, young Master Hucrele."
Val jumped, well fell really, out of the high-backed chair he had fallen asleep in the night before, the remains of his drink spilling over him as he dropped the crystal tumbler. It cracked on the marble floor of his room. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and sighed, mildly irritated with himself. His professor would be irritated that he missed her morning class again.
Hesperus cawed again. In his father's voice, "We'll make a Hucrele of you yet, young man." Val rolled his eyes. "Yes, thank you Hesperus. You couldn't have woken me up two hours ago, so I wouldn't have missed my class?"
The raven preened itself cleaning its feathers. In Val's own voice, it responded, "I've been trying, father! Nothing seems to work," then in the butler's voice again, "Drinking too much again, Master Hucrele?"
Val at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "Fine." He bent over and retrieved the cup, holding the broken bits together. Muttering a brief incantation, it flared briefly with a pale golden light and was whole again. He must've broken this same cup two dozen times by now. He looked down at himself and sighed again. Another incantation and the stain of the liquor was gone, along with the wrinkles in his robes. He grabbed his bundle of books, including his own spell book, wrapped in leather. Slinging the whole mass over his shoulder, he looked at the raven, still perched on the top of his chair. "Come on, Hesperus. If we hurry we can still make it to most of Enchantments." The bird look at him in a way he knew to be the same as rolling its eyes, cawed and flew over, landing on his shoulder as he rushed from the room.
As the morning sun slowly fills the mountain valley, Aurora finds herself walking along the the narrow, winding dirt road that leads to the academy. The trail cuts through the alpine forest for several miles. Bird song fills the air as the wilderness around you begins to awaken. The crisp mountain air is a nice change after walking through the lowlands. After a few hours of hiking on the narrow road, it turns a corner and reveals what you have been hoping for. The forest stops its advance about about 80 feet from a tall, white marble wall. Behind the wall partially embedded in a mountain is the Academy. (It basically looks like a smaller version of Minis Tirith from the Lord of the Rings). You can hear chattering voices and laughter from the other side of the wall. The clearing between the forest and wall is flat, and the dirt trail continues onward to meet a large wooden gate. The gate is about twenty feet tall. The dark wood has golden studs embedded in it that forms a pattern in the wood that resembles a dragon roaring with its head raised. Above the gate is a small outcropping where lies a marble gargoyle. As you approach, the gargoyle watches you with its yellow eyes.
(I'm getting college student vibes from everyone's intros :)
The 18 year old black dragonborn, Yu Zhong stretches from his slumber. He stands roughly 6ft 7inches, with his back straight. (You never see him slouch.) He is well built, he looks strong for his age. His bone colored ram horns are curled behind his head, his tail's scales gleaming brightly in the light is it sways back and forth. He is wearing his wrinkled dark brown pants, but he is not wearing his shirt, (he usually goes bare chest) you can see a faint scar going from his right shoulder all the down to his left hip. His bright green eyes flick back and forth as he stalks forward towards the door, opens it and heads out to see what's for breakfast.
As the morning sun slowly fills the mountain valley, Aurora finds herself walking along the the narrow, winding dirt road that leads to the academy. The trail cuts through the alpine forest for several miles. Bird song fills the air as the wilderness around you begins to awaken. The crisp mountain air is a nice change after walking through the lowlands. After a few hours of hiking on the narrow road, it turns a corner and reveals what you have been hoping for. The forest stops its advance about about 80 feet from a tall, white marble wall. Behind the wall partially embedded in a mountain is the Academy. (It basically looks like a smaller version of Minis Tirith from the Lord of the Rings). You can hear chattering voices and laughter from the other side of the wall. The clearing between the forest and wall is flat, and the dirt trail continues onward to meet a large wooden gate. The gate is about twenty feet tall. The dark wood has golden studs embedded in it that forms a pattern in the wood that resembles a dragon roaring with its head raised. Above the gate is a small outcropping where lies a marble gargoyle. As you approach, the gargoyle watches you with its yellow eyes.
(I'm getting college student vibes from everyone's intros :)
(And just like normal college here I am 15 minutes late with Fantasy!Starbucks!)
Finally! It's been a much longer journey than she would have liked through the woods to this bastion of civilization out in the wilderness. And maybe she threw at least one more tantrum than she would ever admit, with only nature and the gods as her witness. But here she is at last just outside the High Arcana Academy. Hopefully the.... experienced and wise mages here would be able to teach her the control she feels she needs within herself.
Pushing a lock of her shoulder length fiery red hair (that only sometimes resembles actual flame, but it's not hot she promises) behind her ear, she eyes the gate and its grand design. Skin ashen grey, and eyes like ember burning with a fiery determination that she will actually own up to. Sometimes she likes all the fire-comparisons her heritage brings about, and other times its old and overdone.
"Well the place looks ritzy enough." She mumbles, half to herself, and half to.... well, the oft present at her side spirit is not currently present, so pretty much entirely to herself. Or maybe that gargoyle up there. She's often ends up talking to herself as she's gotten used to talking to her spirit friend (who she has tried not to name, as the elders have told her the spirits have their own names unknown to mortal beings and do not need people to treat them like pets, but she does often call the cat-like spirit Cinder in her head).
She takes a second glance at the gargoyle, blinking as she realizes it seems to be looking right at her. "Hello there! Might I gain passage to your.... prestigious,"that's a good word right, "academy?"
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
The gargoyle opens its mouth and says in a deep, rough male voice"ee courtyard near the front gate. Oaken tables line the rim of the courtyard while several tables filled with food rest in the center. Those who don't have morning classes are here enjoying the abundance and variety of food all prepared the the cook, an old halfling women who barely reaches 3 feet tall who's name is Jayna. The tables with food on them have a metallic sphere floating above each of them that gives of heat to keep the food warm.
Val dashes out of his room, shoes slapping the floor as he faces to the elevator. After almost a minute or jogging through the empty, marble halls, you arrive at an alcove in the wall of the dormitory area. In the alcove, there are several buttons and levers that would confuse those who have never been here. You rush in and pull the lever that takes you to the Enchantment wing. After the button is pressed, a ring of runes on the floor light up and glow a faint purple. The elevator begins to slowly rise to the third floor. When it comes to a stop, you hurry to your classroom. The torches along the wall give off purple flame to notify people that this is the Enchantment wing. You push open the door and reveal a room similar to an amphitheater. Professor Tundra is in the middle of a lecture about high level enchantment when she notices your entrance. She is an elf wearing purple robes with blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun. She says in a mildly annoyed voice, "Detention, Val," before she continues on with her lecture.
Kell watches the morning rush of the school with a mild amusement. He gets some toast, and studies and timetable. He groans out load as he realized that his first class is PE. After eating, Kell makes his way to his first class.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
You push open the door and reveal a room similar to an amphitheater. Professor Tundra is in the middle of a lecture about high level enchantment when she notices your entrance. She is an elf wearing purple robes with blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun. She says in a mildly annoyed voice, "Detention, Val," before she continues on with her lecture.
Val sighed resignedly. Fair enough, he thought, despite Hesperus' clicking, but very quiet laugh. Hesperus knew better than to annoy Professor Tundra. More than once she had painfully banished him out of existence, knowing Val could always resummon him, but the memory of pain would remain.
Val actually enjoyed detention most of the time. The quiet was relaxing, and gave him an excuse to avoid carousing. He truly didn't particularly enjoy drinking and partying as much as he tended to party, but he had a reputation to maintain.
Coming back to the present, he pulled out his books, and did his best to pay attention to the class, knowing that no matter how much he tried, he would be too distracted by drawing arcane sigils and drawings in the margins of his books.
Kell makes his way into the Academy. Walking through the spacious entry hall, he takes a left and begins moving down a hallway. The entry hall entrance is a grand oaken double door with golden studs embedded into the wood that resembles a roaring dragon with its head raised. A huge staircase rises about 50 feet from the doors and splits off into two smaller, but still large staircases the meet the second floor. The polished floor reflects the light of a silver chandelier suspended above.
After a few minutes of walking through the ball and passing chambers, Kell makes it to the gym as exits the building. The "gym" is grassy field partially encircled by the marble wall before it meets the sheer mountain face. A small shack dominates the 100 by 120 field that contains all the gym equipment. As class hasn't started yet, there are only a few people here. There are range a from 12ish to nearly 30. Age doesn't seem to matter here.
In the field, Seraph waits for the students to show up. He sees Kell approaching and checks the time. Class hasn't started yet. The dragonborn continues to stand arms crossed waiting for the students to show up and begin class.
Time passes and once it's time for class to start, Seraph calls all the students to stand in formation in front of him. After doing a quick head count to see who is late, he orders clearly and loudly. "Alright, class is in session and we will start by warming up. Everyone do 10 jumping jacks, 10 arm and shoulder shrugs, 15 squats and then we will do a 2 kilometer jog. Get ready, BEGIN!"
Kell sighs and leaves his book on the ground. As he walks over he mumbles under his breath "I would like to see you write an essay on Turyn control and its effect on the mind, double spaced and in triplicate."
Despite his grumbling, he does participate in the exercises, Knowing that caring for your body has an enormous effect on the performance of the mind.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
The gargoyle opens its mouth and says in a deep, rough male voice"ee courtyard near the front gate. Oaken tables line the rim of the courtyard while several tables filled with food rest in the center. Those who don't have morning classes are here enjoying the abundance and variety of food all prepared the the cook, an old halfling women who barely reaches 3 feet tall who's name is Jayna. The tables with food on them have a metallic sphere floating above each of them that gives of heat to keep the food warm.
((Looks like part of of the gargoyle's words were cut off?? Unless he just said "ee" which good on you Mr. Gargoyle! If not tho I can edit or change my response to be more fitting.))
With a nod of thanks Aurora makes her way through and up toward the courtyard, stomach growling at the sight of food. She'd had a light breakfast before setting out earlier, but it had just been travel rations and it had been a couple days since she's had a good cooked meal. The rumble in her stomach takes on a more intense approach with an added pang to it, urging her to take a sidequest for just a few moments and maybe grab some toast, or an apple, or even some juice.
She drifts slowly over to one of the tables following a delicious smell and finds a plate of bacon, another of sausage, a bowl of berries, and an assortment of other breakfast goods. The loud rumble tells her this is the right direction."Oh Spirits, thank you for this delicious diversion."she mutters briefly, hands together as thanks. Elder Shenral would be appalled at the gall of it, but Elder Shenral isn't here, and Aurora has more important things to worry about. Like sustenance.
She plucks up a piece of bacon and crunches into it, glancing around the courtyard.
((Anyone at breakfast is free to approach her as she's just eating off the center tables with food, and not actually sitting down or anything))
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Nestled in a mountain range a day's travel on horse from the famed Baldur's Gate lies the High Arcana Academy. It is a somewhat reclusive, upper-crust school for the training of the next generation of mages in Faerun. Built into the mountain, its marbled campus takes almost an hour to walk from top to bottom. There is a section dedicated to each discipline of arcane practice: the Abjuration Wing, Evocation Wing, Necromancy Wing, etc. The Academy even trains a small contingent of Eldritch Knights.
It's fabled halls and libraries have made it known for miles around. Founded by Archimedes, it has stood against time for nearly 2 centuries. It is very respected until recently. 3 months ago, several bodies were discovered. They were found in ritualistic positions, like they were sacrificed to fuel an enchantment. The news quickly spread and drew the attention of the Council, a group of some of the most powerful mages on the planet. Their watchful eye has been over the Academy since. Several investigations have been launched, but they have discovered nothing.
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The grumpy old mentor wakes up and begins his morning exercise routine. Except he is far from old, being a 24 year old Dragonborn. Seraph does not know any magic or spells but he doesn't need it to teach what he does and that is physical fitness courses. He is one of the academy's gym teachers and not a very well liked one at that thanks to his rough and strict attitude. This 5ft 9inch tall Dragonborn with a mixture of blue and silver scales wears a sleeveless purple karate gi, full-length orange fluffy pants under a black ornamental loin cloth and black boots with orange tips. There is a hole in his pants thorough which he sticks his slender sliver tail out. He wears an ornamental bone helmet. His face, torso and arms are covered in blue scales while his tail, his neck, the back of his head, his legs from the thigh down, his knuckles and his elbows are covered in silver scales. There are small spike-like horns that stick out from the side of his head near his chin. Two long gazelle-like horns stick out from the back of his head. He punches the air as part of his morning exercise.
Kell was up late working with Master Corrinth, but he still managed to wake early, and make it to the library. He sits in a chair, reading an old book. Kell is tall, probably around eighteen. He wears a simple affair of woolen breeches, a cotton tunic and boots made of a supple leather. They look well made, but not fancy. Built for comfort rather than fashion. He has ruffled dark hair, and pale skin with a fading tan. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye, and his right is a deep blue. His slender fingers turn the pages of his book with a practiced ease. He carries a long staff made of a wood from some foreign hot country judging by its dark colour. On top of its head is a crystal surrounded by a carved wooden latticework. Handing over his shoulder is a cord, which is attached to a plain spellbook. At his side is a silver dagger, with the letters K.L. engraved on it. He starts to leave for breakfast, replacing the book in its rightful place. He enters the mess hall, and sits down at an empty table.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
The sunlight poking through the window of her tiny room woke Gwylla up. She was happy she made into the bed this time, although again it appeared her sleep would be improved by not using a musty tome as her pillow. She goes through her morning routine of stretching, then cursing as the works the tangles from her long brown hair. She often thought about cutting it but her father always said it reminded him of her mother. She put on her spectacles and a simple practical brown dress, gathering her hair in a messy updo that aspired to be called a bun. Grabbing her latest tome, she hurried off towards the mess hall to get some minimum food to fuel her brain.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
https://ddb.ac/characters/34743615/8R3ZGE
Val woke late in the morning, as was usual. He likely would've kept sleeping if not for his familiar Hesperus, a black raven, cawing irritatedly at him. In his butler's voice it criticized him, "Still asleep at this hour, young Master Hucrele? Never take over the shipping empire with that work ethic, young Master Hucrele."
Val jumped, well fell really, out of the high-backed chair he had fallen asleep in the night before, the remains of his drink spilling over him as he dropped the crystal tumbler. It cracked on the marble floor of his room. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and sighed, mildly irritated with himself. His professor would be irritated that he missed her morning class again.
Hesperus cawed again. In his father's voice, "We'll make a Hucrele of you yet, young man." Val rolled his eyes. "Yes, thank you Hesperus. You couldn't have woken me up two hours ago, so I wouldn't have missed my class?"
The raven preened itself cleaning its feathers. In Val's own voice, it responded, "I've been trying, father! Nothing seems to work," then in the butler's voice again, "Drinking too much again, Master Hucrele?"
Val at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "Fine." He bent over and retrieved the cup, holding the broken bits together. Muttering a brief incantation, it flared briefly with a pale golden light and was whole again. He must've broken this same cup two dozen times by now. He looked down at himself and sighed again. Another incantation and the stain of the liquor was gone, along with the wrinkles in his robes. He grabbed his bundle of books, including his own spell book, wrapped in leather. Slinging the whole mass over his shoulder, he looked at the raven, still perched on the top of his chair. "Come on, Hesperus. If we hurry we can still make it to most of Enchantments." The bird look at him in a way he knew to be the same as rolling its eyes, cawed and flew over, landing on his shoulder as he rushed from the room.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
As the morning sun slowly fills the mountain valley, Aurora finds herself walking along the the narrow, winding dirt road that leads to the academy. The trail cuts through the alpine forest for several miles. Bird song fills the air as the wilderness around you begins to awaken. The crisp mountain air is a nice change after walking through the lowlands. After a few hours of hiking on the narrow road, it turns a corner and reveals what you have been hoping for. The forest stops its advance about about 80 feet from a tall, white marble wall. Behind the wall partially embedded in a mountain is the Academy. (It basically looks like a smaller version of Minis Tirith from the Lord of the Rings). You can hear chattering voices and laughter from the other side of the wall. The clearing between the forest and wall is flat, and the dirt trail continues onward to meet a large wooden gate. The gate is about twenty feet tall. The dark wood has golden studs embedded in it that forms a pattern in the wood that resembles a dragon roaring with its head raised. Above the gate is a small outcropping where lies a marble gargoyle. As you approach, the gargoyle watches you with its yellow eyes.
(I'm getting college student vibes from everyone's intros :)
The 18 year old black dragonborn, Yu Zhong stretches from his slumber. He stands roughly 6ft 7inches, with his back straight. (You never see him slouch.) He is well built, he looks strong for his age. His bone colored ram horns are curled behind his head, his tail's scales gleaming brightly in the light is it sways back and forth. He is wearing his wrinkled dark brown pants, but he is not wearing his shirt, (he usually goes bare chest) you can see a faint scar going from his right shoulder all the down to his left hip. His bright green eyes flick back and forth as he stalks forward towards the door, opens it and heads out to see what's for breakfast.
(And just like normal college here I am 15 minutes late with Fantasy!Starbucks!)
Finally! It's been a much longer journey than she would have liked through the woods to this bastion of civilization out in the wilderness. And maybe she threw at least one more tantrum than she would ever admit, with only nature and the gods as her witness. But here she is at last just outside the High Arcana Academy. Hopefully the.... experienced and wise mages here would be able to teach her the control she feels she needs within herself.
Pushing a lock of her shoulder length fiery red hair (that only sometimes resembles actual flame, but it's not hot she promises) behind her ear, she eyes the gate and its grand design. Skin ashen grey, and eyes like ember burning with a fiery determination that she will actually own up to. Sometimes she likes all the fire-comparisons her heritage brings about, and other times its old and overdone.
"Well the place looks ritzy enough." She mumbles, half to herself, and half to.... well, the oft present at her side spirit is not currently present, so pretty much entirely to herself. Or maybe that gargoyle up there. She's often ends up talking to herself as she's gotten used to talking to her spirit friend (who she has tried not to name, as the elders have told her the spirits have their own names unknown to mortal beings and do not need people to treat them like pets, but she does often call the cat-like spirit Cinder in her head).
She takes a second glance at the gargoyle, blinking as she realizes it seems to be looking right at her. "Hello there! Might I gain passage to your.... prestigious," that's a good word right, "academy?"
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
The gargoyle opens its mouth and says in a deep, rough male voice"ee courtyard near the front gate. Oaken tables line the rim of the courtyard while several tables filled with food rest in the center. Those who don't have morning classes are here enjoying the abundance and variety of food all prepared the the cook, an old halfling women who barely reaches 3 feet tall who's name is Jayna. The tables with food on them have a metallic sphere floating above each of them that gives of heat to keep the food warm.
Val dashes out of his room, shoes slapping the floor as he faces to the elevator. After almost a minute or jogging through the empty, marble halls, you arrive at an alcove in the wall of the dormitory area. In the alcove, there are several buttons and levers that would confuse those who have never been here. You rush in and pull the lever that takes you to the Enchantment wing. After the button is pressed, a ring of runes on the floor light up and glow a faint purple. The elevator begins to slowly rise to the third floor. When it comes to a stop, you hurry to your classroom. The torches along the wall give off purple flame to notify people that this is the Enchantment wing. You push open the door and reveal a room similar to an amphitheater. Professor Tundra is in the middle of a lecture about high level enchantment when she notices your entrance. She is an elf wearing purple robes with blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun. She says in a mildly annoyed voice, "Detention, Val," before she continues on with her lecture.
Kell watches the morning rush of the school with a mild amusement. He gets some toast, and studies and timetable. He groans out load as he realized that his first class is PE. After eating, Kell makes his way to his first class.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Val sighed resignedly. Fair enough, he thought, despite Hesperus' clicking, but very quiet laugh. Hesperus knew better than to annoy Professor Tundra. More than once she had painfully banished him out of existence, knowing Val could always resummon him, but the memory of pain would remain.
Val actually enjoyed detention most of the time. The quiet was relaxing, and gave him an excuse to avoid carousing. He truly didn't particularly enjoy drinking and partying as much as he tended to party, but he had a reputation to maintain.
Coming back to the present, he pulled out his books, and did his best to pay attention to the class, knowing that no matter how much he tried, he would be too distracted by drawing arcane sigils and drawings in the margins of his books.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Kell makes his way into the Academy. Walking through the spacious entry hall, he takes a left and begins moving down a hallway. The entry hall entrance is a grand oaken double door with golden studs embedded into the wood that resembles a roaring dragon with its head raised. A huge staircase rises about 50 feet from the doors and splits off into two smaller, but still large staircases the meet the second floor. The polished floor reflects the light of a silver chandelier suspended above.
After a few minutes of walking through the ball and passing chambers, Kell makes it to the gym as exits the building. The "gym" is grassy field partially encircled by the marble wall before it meets the sheer mountain face. A small shack dominates the 100 by 120 field that contains all the gym equipment. As class hasn't started yet, there are only a few people here. There are range a from 12ish to nearly 30. Age doesn't seem to matter here.
In the field, Seraph waits for the students to show up. He sees Kell approaching and checks the time. Class hasn't started yet. The dragonborn continues to stand arms crossed waiting for the students to show up and begin class.
Kell walks over to a spot next to the wall, pulls out a book, and starts to read.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Time passes and once it's time for class to start, Seraph calls all the students to stand in formation in front of him. After doing a quick head count to see who is late, he orders clearly and loudly. "Alright, class is in session and we will start by warming up. Everyone do 10 jumping jacks, 10 arm and shoulder shrugs, 15 squats and then we will do a 2 kilometer jog. Get ready, BEGIN!"
Kell sighs and leaves his book on the ground. As he walks over he mumbles under his breath "I would like to see you write an essay on Turyn control and its effect on the mind, double spaced and in triplicate."
Despite his grumbling, he does participate in the exercises, Knowing that caring for your body has an enormous effect on the performance of the mind.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
((OOC: Did Seraph hear what Kell grumbled?))
((Looks like part of of the gargoyle's words were cut off?? Unless he just said "ee" which good on you Mr. Gargoyle! If not tho I can edit or change my response to be more fitting.))
With a nod of thanks Aurora makes her way through and up toward the courtyard, stomach growling at the sight of food. She'd had a light breakfast before setting out earlier, but it had just been travel rations and it had been a couple days since she's had a good cooked meal. The rumble in her stomach takes on a more intense approach with an added pang to it, urging her to take a sidequest for just a few moments and maybe grab some toast, or an apple, or even some juice.
She drifts slowly over to one of the tables following a delicious smell and finds a plate of bacon, another of sausage, a bowl of berries, and an assortment of other breakfast goods. The loud rumble tells her this is the right direction. "Oh Spirits, thank you for this delicious diversion." she mutters briefly, hands together as thanks. Elder Shenral would be appalled at the gall of it, but Elder Shenral isn't here, and Aurora has more important things to worry about. Like sustenance.
She plucks up a piece of bacon and crunches into it, glancing around the courtyard.
((Anyone at breakfast is free to approach her as she's just eating off the center tables with food, and not actually sitting down or anything))
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
(maybe?)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
((It would change how Seraph reacts... He has a 14 in passive Perception... do you think he would have heard it?))