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Psilulz
2010-08-26, 02:10 AM
It is the night before the graduation ceremony, and each of you are in your respective rooms (except for Kyrine, as she is a Low Apprentice. She stays in a common room, shared by others of her rank). It is a cold night, and normally you would be fast asleep, warm in bed, but tonight, something is different. You've heard whispers about Masters giving their favored students farewell gifts each year before they graduate and move on to better things. They usually bring their gift to the ceremony the next day, to show off to the other Masters (its a kind of friendly competition they have to see who gives the best gift every year essentially). You wait in eagerness, hoping for a knock on your door...

daelrog - Bastien Morn
Name: Bastien Morn
Appearance: Five-foot-eight, with a medium build. He has an unsavory look about him. One of his eyes is a normal, vibrant green, but the other is pale and dead from an unattracitve scar on his face. He was black, messy hair and leathery skin from most of his life in the sun.
Stats:
Strength: 2
Endurance: 3
Skill: 4, Guile: 2, Finesse 2

Power: 1
Spirit: 2
Essence: 2, Dark 2 (+1 from city bonus)

Background: Bastien was born in a small village on the shore, near Orwyn. His mother owned a barely successful fishing business, and his father was a drunk. When he was five years old, a stranger came to the village wrapped in darkness. Shouts rose up, and then screams. Bastien doesn't remember who the stranger was save that he destroyed the village iwth his dark magics, and that he had two yellow, baleful eyes.

Bastien survived afterwards alone as a street urchin in Orwyn. However, he had something that msot the other orphaned children did not, hope. He treid to stow away on caravans that left the city. After a year of fruitless efforts and beatings, he was successful. Travelling at first with a performing troupe, and then with a band of mercenaries, and finally with a group of nobles he was able to play his part as a servant/slave boy until he reached Valdale. It was amongst these streets that one of the more prominent school instructors found him and noticed the mark of darkness upon him. He was taken in and trained to harness the dark gift bestowed upon him. He was trained to be an assassin.

However, Bastien is not a particularly cruel soul. Like many with an affintiy to dakrness, he can be cruel to his enemies, but unlike others, his affinity was thrusted upon him. He can be charming and gentle, and is most of the time, though he is a lonely figure, his visage, origins, and trade keep him from having friends.

MrEdwardNigma - Jack "Just call me Spades" Spades
Name: Jack "Just call me Spades" Spades
Appearance: Jack's a scrawny guy, but he tries to hide some of his scrawniness by wearing ample robes. Besides, they're good for hiding stuff in. Both for smuggling stuff out and in of places. One advantage of being scrawny is that his robes don't even look like they're ample, except that they are for him. His face has a fairly distinctive angular bone structure, a fact he's found troubling over the years (ah, if only he could have been born with the most average face in the lands, then none of the guards would recognise him!). He usually tries to compensate for this by rotating various forms of facial hair. Currently he's trying out some sideburns.
Personality: Jack's got a quick mouth. Some people might call him charismatic or charming, but that's not it at all. He's just got a quick mouth. He manages to talk so fast and smoothly people forget to wonder if he's lying. A little hint: he usually is. Oh yes, Jack would do anything for a profit. Well, nothing particularly heinous, but forgery, theft, burglary, trespassing, sacrilege and certainly lying (under oath or otherwise) are not beyond his scope. He draws a clear line at murder though, and despises those that don't.
Stats:
ENDURANCE: 3
SKILL: 5 (Strike 1, Hit 1, Finesse 1, Guile 2)
ESSENCE: 2 (Air 2)
Background: One day in the town of Vertshore a baby was found on the steps of the orphanage. The boy was raised among the other orphans and named after the token his parents had left behind: the jack of spades. Once he was set loose though, the boy had to fend for himself and did so by quicktalking and lawbreaking.

He quickly established a network and got involved with the criminal underbelly of the town. Soon enough he ticked off some people he shouldn't have ticked off by saying some stuff he shouldn't have said to some people he shouldn't have spoken to and had to leave town. He roamed about for quite a while, always sticking around in places until he inevitably got kicked out by the guards. Eventually he ended up in Valdale. He figured it would be safe place to stay, since the threat of the nearby Gett kingdom might keep the Vertshore criminals at a distance.

This turned out to be idle hope, as he was faced by an assassin in a dark alley. This happened as Spades was mugging an old man. Spades and the assassin clinched and he only barely managed to survive. The assassin fled away, gravely wounded, but Spades himself turned out to be in even worse condition. He passed out and awoke in the Wren Royal Academy. The old man turned out to work there and had recognised some potential in the youngster. To repay the debt of his healing, Spades was forced to take a magic oath to complete training with the academy.


RJ45 - Kyrine Forir
Name: Kyrine Forir
Appearance: A younger, short girl with light blue eyes and short black hair. She usually wears black pants with a matching black shirt. She is obviously low in weight and is abnormally skinny. There is something very out of the ordinary about this girl - her arms bear several longer tattoos that affiliate her with some of the scariest pirating crews known to man, but her form and lack of muscle betrays those tattoos. There are several large scars on her arms - someone or something was strongly opposed to her affiliation. On her back she has two small wings that cannot be used for flight - they remain tucked behind her, completely unnoticable under her shirt.
Stats-
Strength-1
Endurance-2
Skill-2;Finesse 2
Power-1
Spirit-2
Essence-1;Light 1
Leftover Stats: 4
Backround: Kyrine was born and raised around Vertshore. Her father went by a lot of names - after all, he was the most barbaric, most feared, most terrible thing to come to Vertshore. A pirate unlike any other, bearing a crew just as seaworthy as himself. Her mother, a tavern wench, raised her until the age of 6 - when her father, Karx, stole her from the land. "Listen here, Kyrine. I'm gonna make you into the most fearsome thing this side of the world. The fish are gonna scurry away when you step on board your ship."

She was constantly sick. The few tasks that Karx made her do she did poorly, as a young girl was not meant for these tasks. The crew would sometimes hit her for not doing her job - Karx would punch them as hard as he could back. Perhaps he was silently angry that the girl wasn't living up to his expectations - after all, she was the only child he had. Years passed, and she became a very helpful, essential part of the crew. She would do everything to help everyone - preparation, healing, wound-dressing, loot-pulling, fixing the sails... the one thing she would not do, however, is kill a man. Karx desperately waited for the day that Kyrine would backstab him and take his ship and all of his gold - but that day never came. Kyrine, although being helpful to everyone, had very few friends besides her father. She could not agree with the beliefs of the crew. She was a gentle soul.

One day, Kyrine woke to find that he left without her. He left her with a simple message. "Gone on a raid. It's going to be a long one - and I don't think I'm coming back. It's not about gold this time. Don't forget, I love you." On a map, the Wren Royal Academy was circled. Kyrine, with nothing left but the will of her father, would embark on a journey that would transform her into something that her father could be proud of. She would struggle against the tests the academy would pose to her, but would do her best - which, on more than one occasion, was not enough.

Perenelle - Vivian Harcourt
Name: Vivian Harcourt
Appearance: Vivian is a shy girl in her late teens with fair, pale skin and long and straight black hair. She almost never ties her hair back and is very tall and thin. Vivian wears simple dark colored dresses and rarely wears short sleeves. She has bright green eyes with long eye lashes and a sharp nose and thin lips. Vivian normally avoids eye contact and has quick, darting movements.

Personality: Vivian often keeps to herself and can be somewhat uptight. She is normally kind and caring but others can wrongly assume that she is selfish because of her shyness and lack of eye contact. Despite her shyness, if something is bothering her she will speak up and strongly state her opinion. Vivian is very loyal and protective, and thinks all of her decisions through thoroughly.

Stats:
Strength: 1
Endurance: 2
Skill: 3
(Finesse, Speed, Guile)
Power: 3
Spirit: 3
Essence: 2, Water. (+1 from hometown)

Background:
Vivian’s “parents” found her as a baby at the foot of a fountain by their home in Clearport. She was wrapped in a white blanket and was grasping a silver chain necklace in her hand. They took her in and raised her as their daughter, as they were unable to have children of their own. Vivian grew and was a very bright and happy child. She rarely wore shoes and much preferred to run barefoot in the city. Vivian would climb onto the ledge of the Clearport fountains and put her feet in the water. She wore the sliver chain necklace everyday but sadly remembered nothing of her biological parents.

At the age of 16, her mother became ill. Vivian would spend days by her mother’s bedside caring for her mother while her father worked as a watchmaker. Six months later, her mother passed away from the illness. Vivian’s father was devastated, and went into a spiraling depression. He stopped working and money was scarce. Vivian, saddened by her mother’s death, tried to help her father as much as she could. But it was useless. A year later, when Vivian was 17, her father committed suicide by drowning himself in the fountain Vivian was found by. In front of the fountain he wrapped a note in Vivian’s white blanket telling her to go to Wren Royal Academy. She was confused by this, as she had heard nothing of it before. Vivian was left parentless yet again and had no choice but to go to the Academy. She took her white blanket, silver necklace, and the note from her father and left Clearport.

RJ45
2010-08-26, 02:48 AM
Kyrine was awake. She had trouble sleeping, as usual. Pulling the blankets free from herself, she sat at the edge of her bed and thought things through. Sleeping in a room with the others scared her. Maybe it was merely her being accustomed to life aboard the pirating ships, although it didnt change things - how afraid she was that they would do something terrible to her. She remembered a night weeks ago that someone had thrown a dart at her in her sleep. She wasn't gifted. She wasn't as talented, and plenty of her 'fellow apprentices' reminded her of that every day. She happened to know about the gifts being given tonight, but that didn't involve her. If anything, she thought her master held a dislike for her. There are things she couldn't do - she would try, but she would fail, as always. What she did succeed at was usually the result of clever exploits, often enough in a way that could barely be called cheating. Gray zones.

The gift-giving didn't matter. She wouldn't graduate. Kyrine could suggest a certain date by which she would graduate, but it would be a lie. She knew she would fail. It hurt. It hurt unlike any other pain she had felt. Tomorrow would be a happy day for others, but would pass her by just as any other. There was nothing she could do. Discontent, she fell back into her bed and nuzzled into the blankets. It didn't matter if she slept or not, the results would be the same. She closed her eyes and, like every other night, contemplated quitting and sailing after her father.

He was out there somewhere. "Why didn't he take me?" she thought to herself.

daelrog
2010-08-26, 12:16 PM
It wasn't like Bastin to stay awake. Even when he had his first kissed, he had fallen asleep. Even when he stopped to think back about his destroyed villag,e he still slept. However, with graduation within his grasp, with the potential of receiving one of those gifts the other students were in an uproar for, even he could not sleep.

Bastien did not have many friends, and even those he got along with were not close. Between his ill look and his affinity with the darkness, msot saw him the villain. Perhaps they were right.

Bastien sighed and rolled out of bed. No use pretending that he was asleep, or that he would fall asleep any time within the hour.

Perenelle
2010-08-26, 09:25 PM
Vivian sat on the foot of her bed. It was a bit chilly in her room, but she was used to it. She put one of the silky blankets over her head and fiddled with the silver chain around her neck. Vivian had been at the Academy for what felt like eternity, and she had always looked forward to graduating. But now that the day was about to arrive, she didn't feel so sure anymore. What will she be doing after this?

She got out from underneath the blanket and stared off into the corner of her room in thought. Vivian wasn't too concerned about the gift giving. It'd be nice if she was selected after all her hard work, but the attention she'd get from it was a little unsettling. She was still shy, but at least now she was no where near as bad as she used to be. She was getting better at maintaining eye contact with others and talking to people here and there wasn't so bad. Vivian smiled.

There was no point in trying to sleep, she had too much on her mind. Resting her head in her hand, she closed her eyes and imagined running through Clearport like she used to, the occasional smell of salt water drifting through the air..

Psilulz
2010-08-27, 02:27 AM
Kyrine:
It certainly is difficult to sleep tonight. Many of the other apprentices are also still awake, as sounds of loud cheers of celebration are coming from the halls above. Many have given up trying to sleep, and have instead resorted to chatting with friends, making it even more difficult for the others to even try to get any rest. Distractions aside, tomorrow will be a big day for everyone. Most of the academy will be attending the ceremony.

Bastien
Some time passes by. You hear loud cheers of celebration from down the halls. Eventually, however, someone speaks. "The things we teach here in the academy are tools for each of our students. Inherently, they are neither good nor evil, but rather, what each individual chooses to do with said learning is." You turn around only to see your instructor Dal, his pale skin faded blue eyes, and jet black hair make him easy to recognize, even in the dark. He had made no sound entering your room. "It is possible to use the darkest of arts to remove the taint of this world, and it is just as possible for the healing arts to be used to aid such taint." He tosses you a pair of gloves. "Please, use these for the right reasons." At that, he leaves, using the door.

Vivian
Time passes by, and you can hear the sounds of cheering throughout the hall. Sleep does not reach you for a while, especially when the room next door gets its door slammed open, probably by one of the less... stable teachers, trying to surprise their favored student. You dream, however, that you are back in Clearport. The scent of salt water is strong in the air, and you can even taste it slighty when you open your mouth. You stand outside your old home, but something feels... different.

Jack
Sleeping is difficult tonight. If not the excitement for the next day, then the students running around cheering in the hallway is probably what's keeping you awake. The sound dies down eventually, and the excitement is drowned out by exhaustion. You fall asleep after a while. Tonight you are blessed with a dream. The air is foul, and the lights dim. It is obviously some sort of gambling den. There are others sitting at the table around you, all with five cards in their hands. They take turns presenting each of their hands. It comes around to your turn. One of the other gamblers has a particularly high hand. Your five cards are blank when you look at look at them. What do you do?

RJ45
2010-08-27, 02:51 AM
Kyrine couldn't keep her eyes shut. Chattering. Movement. Nobody would get sleep tonight, that much was certain. For the girl that always struggled with sleep, she would find it an impossibility. With that, she peeled the blanket from her body and began away from the room. She would wander. It was better than sitting around and hearing about a ceremony she didn't particularly care about. Her opinion of the ceremony was wrong, and she was not allowed to share it - or, rather, she was too scared to share it. Even so, who would she share it with?

Wandering. That is what she would do, so she could share her opinion with herself. She entertained the idea of a mug of ale. That would help her sleep. That would make things easier. It wasn't as if she had never had ale before. Still, tonight of all nights, it wouldn't be surprising to find all of the liquor already served or distributed.

daelrog
2010-08-27, 10:53 AM
Bastien shakes his head, holding the chuckle at the bottom of his throat. Even if he ever surpassed his instructor, he still doubted he would ever be any closer to understanding him. Then again, part of the unspoken training had always been never to reveal too much. Nothing was more dangerous than an opponent who knew more about you than you did. He wondered is Dal knew him.

Bastien slipped the gloves on,testing their fits, their maneuverability. Stories of the sowrds which held glistening gems in the hilt the size of eggs, or of shimmering cloaks which danced in the light, and even exotic war pets from around the world had fillled his mind with wild dreams of having such things for his own. However, that was merely a boy's dreams of grandeur. Such things paled in comparison to the igft he had received, one of practicality, as well as recognition from Dal, something even his peers rarely received.

Still though, he had an ill reputation in Valdale. Even here where they claimed to put martial prowess above all else, there were still forms of combat that were still preferred. Leave it alone the times when a single assassin could do more good, and kill less enemies than some white knight on a steed, at heart his style of combat was simply one that revolved around a different set of values. Apparently such thoughts were correct, or at least sufficient enough for Dal. By morning, when news reached the other students of Dal's gift, whatever chances he had of wooing any noble's daughters were shot, not that he had nay standing or charm for such a thing to begin with.

Bastien slipped the gloves back off, and rolled into bed, still clutching his gift. He fell almost instantly into a light sleep.

Perenelle
2010-08-27, 11:47 PM
Vivian stood in front of her old house. Her long hair blew freely in the ocean breeze. She was barefoot again, and wasn't wearing her usual dark, long sleeve dress. Instead she wore a short and thin white dress. Vivian felt oddly exposed and started to pull at the dress to try and cover her pale legs. But she realized that there wasn't anyone around to see her. It was completely silent, not a person in sight.

She turned around and started walking towards the solid wooden door to her house. It felt as if she were walking on clouds, as she barely felt the ground beneath her feet. Vivian stopped a couple feet away from the door and looked at the rusted metal doorknob. Something felt strange. Out of the silence, she heard a high pitched laugh from somewhere behind her and wheeled around to see herself as a little girl running across the grass. Suddenly, the door to the house opened and a man and a woman in what looked like their early 30's walked out. Vivian was originally in front of the door, but now it was as if she was viewing the scene through someone else's eyes. The woman looked just Vivian, she had long black hair and fair skin. The man was tall with dark brown hair and a sharp nose. The couple were smiling ear to ear and talking about something, but Vivian couldn't hear what exactly they were saying. She looked over at the child version of herself. She was headed straight for the edge of the nearby cliff. Vivian ran towards the image and tried to call out to her, but no sound came out. The couple didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong. Vivian was about an arms length from the image and she dived at it, flying through the air and landing hard on the ground. Just as Vivian looked up, the child jumped off the cliff into the water below and vanished..

It was then that all the sound seemed to come back, as if someone or something had turned the volume up on a stereo. Birds chirped and Vivian could hear voices behind her. Vivian pulled herself up from the ground and looked over at the man and the woman. They were staring at her and smiling. Vivian noticed a silver chain around the woman's neck-- one that looked just like her's. She started to speak, to ask about where the woman found that necklace, but the image of the pair faded into nothing. The scene went black.

Vivian awoke from her dream. Somehow she ended up on the hardwood floor. Her head hurt, she must have hit it on something when she fell off her bed. Vivian lifted herself off the floor and sat in her desk chair. She heard a egroup of people clapping and cheering in the hallway. I must not have been chosen for the gift giving.. Vivian thought to herself. She wasn't concerned about that now though. She didn't understand the dream, but the man and the woman looked remarkably familiar...

Psilulz
2010-08-28, 12:52 AM
Kyrine:
Most places around the school serving any sort of alcohol are either closed for the night, or out of anything that doesn't taste oddly of urine. Of course it really isn't difficult at all to find half drinken bottles littered around some rooms of students well-known for their partying. In one of the rooms, door left creaked open, one student is passed out on the floor, hunched against a wall, bottle in hand. Looking at the label, you recognize it as a particularly strong brand, and fortunately the young man had hardly consumed any of its contents, and hadn't spilled much. Everyone else at the party is either occupied with other things, or fast asleep. You realize that parying is not allowed at the academy, save a few special days, this being one of them. This was probably the young man's first drink.

Bastien:
You have a dream. It is oddly disconnected. Mostly, its just a replay of scenes throughout your life. Eventually you notice something odd. Random people in these memories have something that does not belong with any of them, and it is the same item, over and over. The very same pair of gloves that Dal had given you earlier in the night. The memories are exactly the same, except for their presence, almost as if they were intruding. The scenes play more rapidly, each touching a progressively darker moment in your life. The gloves seem to begin growing a dark aura around them, and the darker the dream, the darker the aura gets. It appears to almost be an inky blackness that floats around them, absorbing any light that touches it. You finally recall the moment your town was destroyed. The man with the yellow eyes. He too is wearing the gloves, although in this particular scene, it does not feel as if the gloves are intruding, as if they belonged in that memory. The man looks at you, as if he could see you spying upon him through a telescope. He grabs your throat, keeping his eyes locked with yours the entire time. Blackness envelops your vision and the world fades to blackness. You wake up, and it is the morning of the graduation ceremony. ((Would like to stop here shortly until everyone else gets catched up. Trying to get everyone to next morning. You are free to do anything you want within your room still, such as preparing for the big day ahead.))

Vivian:
You get back into bed and fall asleep. Your head still hurts, but the pain fades away as you drift into the unconscious. No dreaming this time. Instead, you wake up what seems a moment later. It is morning, and you are graduating today. ((Pausing here shortly until i can get the others caught up. Feel free to do anything you want, as long as you stay within your room.

RJ45
2010-08-28, 05:49 AM
Unable to find anything legitimate left, Kyrine began back towards the main room. Of course alcohol was typically forbidden - otherwise quite a few people would show up to training still sick from last night. Disappointed at her inability to find something to drink, she continued to wander... until she happened by an open door. Her footsteps stopped, as she was captivated by the sight. He couldn't possibly be out of it from something so soft, could he? Kyrine began to think about it - how would she feel about stealing this from him?

It was the wrong thing to do, but if she didn't, he would spill it on the ground and it would be wasted either way. She justified the theft in this manner. She wouldn't even bother with stealth - if he, or someone else, happened to see her, it would be less suspicious. She would try and pull it from him, hopefully keeping him unconscious the entire time. If she stole it, she would shut the door behind her and head somewhere a little more private, so she could get a little tipsy before heading off to bed.

She contemplated drinking the whole bottle. It's not as if she had to do anything but take formation with the others of her group and wait for those that had graduated to leave. She pictured it as uneventful as ever. After the ceremony, she would be attending training and everything would continue as normal.

MrEdwardNigma
2010-08-28, 09:33 AM
Jack Spades
Spades grinned. It was one of those dreams where you're half aware you're dreaming, but confused enough to play along with the illusion. He was in some sort of a gambling den. Most of it was obscured by smoke though, and he had trouble focusing on any details. It looked generic enough to be any one of the dens Spades frequented late at night, or even an amalgam of all of them.

It was definitely not Hagar's though, because there was no singing in the background. Hagar's always had some pretty girl or the other do some singing for entertainment. The singing tended to be extremely poor, but Hagar picked girls on their looks. It's not like the crowd he catered would appreciate proper singing anyways, he could put a mute on that stage as long as she looked good. Anyways, this joint didn't have any singing. He thought. It was hard to be sure in a dream.

One of the dream spectres at the table asked Spades to show his cards, and he absentmindedly obliged.
"Read 'em and weep, boys, five of a kind"
He raked in the money sprawled across the table and heaped it in his pockets, quickly exiting the building while the spectres stared in confusion at his blank cards. He tossed a tip at whatever bartender this dreamworld had provided. It didn't hurt to have some friends in a bar you might visit every night. Outside in the alley, also a common enough element in Spades' life to be featured in this dreamuniverse, he laughed. His laughter echoed off the empty dream, and the universe ripped.

Spades woke up. He was an extremely light sleeper and something had stirred in the hallway, probably more partying students. He uncorked the flask of scotch in his nightstand and celebrated all by himself with some liquid breakfast.

Psilulz
2010-08-28, 07:46 PM
Kyrine:
The young man reamins fast asleep, and you snatch the bottle from his hand with no problem. No one seems to notice, and if they do they do not care. Fairly easy to find a spot for yourself. Most of the student population has centered at parties, or have chosen to try and get some rest. You take a small swig from the bottle. It seems to be very strong, and burns as it goes down. You can still feel it in your stomach, and the after taste it leaves in your mouth is not very pleasant. It probably wouldn't be a very good idea to drink much more of this. After drinking you manage to find your way back to your bed and fall fast asleep. What feels like a moment later, you wake up, and it is morning. Many other students are bustling about, trying to get ready for the day.

Jack:
As you consume your liquid breakfast you hear a small jingle. Looking down at the source of the noise, you see a small coin on the ground. It must have fallen from your pocket. Picking it up reveals that there is no detail on either side of the coin. It is perfectly round and polished. It does, however, seem oddly familiar... In any case, it is morning, and it would probably be best to get ready soon for the big day ahead, after breakfast, of course.

RJ45
2010-08-28, 08:35 PM
Kyrine drank quite a bit of it - she knew it was good stuff because it burned. Unpleasantly so. Still, it was a lot better than nothing. Sitting there alone with a bottle of hard liquor brought back memories. Bad memories. It wasn't as if a mostly-empty bottle would be out of place around here, would it? She sat the bottle upright, awaiting its next drinker, and stumbled off to her bed.

When she hit the bed, it was as if she fell into the next day. It definitely helped her get sleep. The fact that liquor was an acquired taste didn't seem to discriminate against the shorter, lower weight girl - she felt sick. Hangover, probably. She put one hand on her stomach and remained in bed, still conscious. Kyrine figured she would show up in what she was wearing last night. She lacked the will to change her clothes, to face the day ahead of her, or even get out of bed. A painful sigh and she would be eventually forced to get up, if anything because she was afraid of having someone hurt her until she raised herself out of bed.

Perenelle
2010-08-28, 10:49 PM
((I havent been given a present as far as I know, so I cant really mess around with it >.> ))

Vivian awoke to the sounds of students running through the hallways. She remembered that it was graduation day. Finally.
She got up off the bed and went over to her mirror. She looked at the reflection of herself and lifted her hair away from her face. She already had a small bruise forming on her forehead. Vivian sighed and returned to the bed and sat back down. She didn't have anything to do and didn't want to leave her room yet. This would probably be the last time she'd be here. She had spent so much time in that room throughout the years, and as simple and dull the room was, she would miss it. Vivian spent a good hour sitting on the bed, engraving every crack in the floor and cobweb in the corner of her room into her memory.

daelrog
2010-08-29, 12:03 PM
Bastien's eyes shot open. He let out a silent sigh. It was only the laughter of some of the other students down the hall. He looked down at his hands, still clutching the gloves. He rolled out of bed onto his feet. His body felt stiff and sore yet he still walked around his room as if he had just finished with his stretches.

The body is a puppet. Master its strings.

Still, he was unsure about the glovs. For all hek new, they only held sentimental value. Even that was still an honor, but that is not what bothered him. What if they were magical in nature? What if this was Dal once again testing him, seeing if he could figure it out.

With still some time to spare, Bastien began to investigate his gift. Turning them inside out, testing their sturdiness, and once again putting his hands inside them.

MrEdwardNigma
2010-08-29, 12:46 PM
Jack Spades
Spades picked up the coin, carefully inspecting it. It wasn't one of his. He kept his coinage carefully secured, knowing how easy it was to lose some while walking the streets of Valdale, or any big town for that matter. Of course, since he possessed such skill himself and could recognise someone trying to pick his pockets easily, the trouble he had gone through securing his purse was largely paranoia.

A wise man had once told Spades that a man will expect other man to act like himself. That is, a studied person expects other people to be studied, a murderer expects others to be murderers and a thief, well, expects people to try to nick his stuff. Spades had subsequently stolen that man's purse, wondering if the wise man still wouldn't worry about thieves because he was no thief himself.

The coin seemed worthless at first, but a bite confirmed that it was actual coinage, just without a print. Spades decided he'd see a smith about printing it, only heads on both sides of the coin, so he could use it for bets. Of course, a trick like that worked better if you had one coin for heads and one for tails, but he'd just have to talk his victims into taking heads. He was confident that wouldn't be a problem.

Psilulz
2010-08-30, 12:37 AM
Kyrine:
You eventually struggle out of bed. Your head is pounding, and it doesn't feel like you've rested at all. Overall, you simply feel drained. That alcohol must have been stronger than first anticipated. You follow the rest of the students, all being hurded into the school's large auditorium. Well almost everyone. The students that are graduating today are taking a different route. It takes nearly an hour to get everyone into the room and seated. Most of the school is here, and it is fairly packed. By this time, you are probably rather irritable, considering the severity of your hangover. You wait for the ceremony to start.

Jack:
About half an hour after waking up, you hear a knock at your door. "Here to escort you and some other students to the ceremony, sir. Please join me out in the hall when your ready." His voice doesn't sound very eager. The lower ranked student was probably assigned this position.

Bastien:
Turning the gloves inside out proves to be fruitless. Examining the sturdiness of them reveals that they are fairly difficult to damage. It proves to be an effortful task to cut through them with a knife. Of course the damage is not but a small tear, which seemed to vanish as soon as it appeared. Putting the gloves on, however, is an entirely new experience all together. A few moments after placing them on, they seemed to get tighter, but not so much that you could not take them off. The gloves seemed to be adjusting themselves to your hands. Afterwards, you feel... different. You feel, hatred, malice, cruelty all sort of mashed together in one nice little package. It isn't directed towards you, but rather everything else. Its as if the gloves are telling you that they despise even the existence of everything, especially the light. When you hold them up to the morning light, they seem to emit pain, and while you cannot hear it, you feel as if they are screaming at you. Going into shadows, however, changes this. They instead emit a kind of gleeful, murderous laughter. None of this is audible, purely empathic.

Suddenly you hear a knock on the door. "Sir, I'm here to escort you to the ceremony. If you could hurry up, that'd be nice... Don't wunna be late for your big day, eh?" The voice is young, and probably another student, most likely a few years under you.

Vivian:
((Sorry, my bad. It was late, and I was confused as to who got gifts X_X When I get tired... I get like delerious sometimes O_o))

A little over an hour after you wake up, you get a knock at the door. "Ma'am, I'm here to bring you to the ceremony. Please meet us out in the hall when you're ready, but please, hurry. Don't want to be late." He sounds somewhat eager, most likely happy that his duties for the ceremony are almost over. Others are waiting outside, and it would probably be best to join them soon, unless you wish to skip the ceremony.

MrEdwardNigma
2010-08-30, 04:59 AM
Jack Spades
Spades looked at the door. He'd been busy packing the items provided in his room by the academy. He himself owned little to no items, simply the things he carried on him from day to day, so when he left this place he felt that they at least owed him that silver candlestick, the little ornament on the wall, and come to think of it, that brass doorknob as well.

"I'll be right there!" Spades yelled out as he started unscrewing the doorknob with one of the many daggers secured upon his person and tossed it into the bag of sheets he'd improvised. Something jingled out in the hallway, probably the knob on the other side falling onto the floor.

Spades opened the door, smiling apologetically at the young student. He picked up the doorknob and took it into his room, all the while blathering away at the kid.
"Hah, this place is really falling apart, eh? I'd better put that aside, I'll get someone to look at it later today, as a sort of a last service to the Academy"
He exited the door, wisely leaving the bag in his room for now, though he certainly planned on scouring the hallways with it later.
"Not that I owe the Academy anything, of course. I'm not really here out of my own volition"
He showed the student the glowing purple mark on the back of his hand.
"Magical oath, see? Now, usually when you take an oath you're supposed to volunteer, and if you don't at least I personally feel that gives you the right to be a bit disgenuine about the truth, but this thing, nooooo, this is different! They forced this upon me, after I couldn't afford some magical healing. As if I'd asked for their healing, right? I might have been better off bleeding to death in some alley"
He bumped the student in the shoulder amiably.
"Though not really, of course, this place has it's boons, but they really shouldn't have forced it upon me. Today, when graduation's over, I lose this stupid magic mark, and I'm once again free! Watch out, world! That reminds me, do you play poker?"

RJ45
2010-08-30, 07:06 AM
Kyrine followed. She was thrown into a mass of students, seated among many but seated alone at the same time. The hangover wasn't getting any better, and she most certainly wasn't feeling rested. In the one hour she was seated there, she payed no attention to the things around her - instead, she found herself a seat against a wall and drifted off to sleep again. With any luck, she would be able to sleep through the entire ceremony. There was a day ahead for her - more training, more wounds, more clever exploits she would use during her everyday life at the academy. For the moment, she allowed herself to pass out.

daelrog
2010-08-30, 11:19 AM
Either Bastien had lsot his mind, or else his gift had a double edge. For the moment, there was not enough to make an informed decision on what to about about it.

He heard the student's vocie.

"Yeah... of course." His voice trailed off as he considered whether he should continue to wear the gloves. On one hand, tradition demanded that he show them off for the pride of both the instructor and himself. Then again, Dal was an odd one, and disliked many of the more ostentatious traditions of the school. In the end, Bastien tried to find a happy median. He kept his gloves on, but decdied not to flaunt them in any way, and to do his best to keep them out of the light.

He opened the door, and joined the student setn to accompany him.

Perenelle
2010-08-30, 06:09 PM
Vivian opened the door and looked down at the boy who had knocked on her door. He was young with sandy brown hair. The boy looked as if he took pride in his little job, as well as probably eager to finish so he could go play with his friends. Vivian smiled at him and ruffled his hair. "i'll be right there, give me a minute." Vivian said softly.


She turned away from the boy and kept the door open as she looked around her room, making sure she hadn't left anything laying out. "Are you excited to graduate?" the boy asked happily. "I can't wait 'till I graduate, I'm gonna be like my Dad and fight in big wars like he did!" He said eagerly. Vivian turned around and looked at the boy, who had stepped inside her room. He looked no more than thirteen, and had freckles dusted around his face. Definitely not someone who Vivian expected to be excited about killing.
She noticed how his face lit up when he talked about his dad. The poor thing probably hadn't seen his father in years, being at the Academy. And yet he still was eager and ready to make his father proud. She knew how he felt.

Yes, very much so. I cannot wait to see what lies ahead. " She responded. Vivian smiled weakly, and hoped that he couldn't sense her nervous. The boy grinned.

The hallway was beginning to get crowded and was buzzing with excited voices. After Vivian got one last look at her room and made sure her notebook was tucked into her dress pocket, she followed the boy out of the room and shut the solid wooden door behind her.

Psilulz
2010-09-02, 02:28 AM
Vivian:
You meet up with the group of other graduates meeting up in the hall. After a few minutes, an instructor shows up and leads the group towards the ceremony hall. You can hear the chatting of the multitude of students waiting for the event to start. The graduates are wearing a wide variety of clothing, but none of it looking sloppy, or just bad in general. Some have simply chosen to go formal, while others wearing outfits similar to whatever profession they wish to take up. Various instructors sift through the small crowd and pull out their favored students, who proceed to join them further back stage. It is likely that they will be presented after the rest of the students.

Bastien:
You meet up with the group of other graduates meeting up in the hall. After a few minutes, an instructor shows up and leads the group towards the ceremony hall. You can hear the chatting of the multitude of students waiting for the event to start. The graduates are wearing a wide variety of clothing, but none of it looking sloppy, or just bad in general. Some have simply chosen to go formal, while others wearing outfits similar to whatever profession they wish to take up. Various instructors sift through the small crowd. You are eventually discovered by Dal, and he takes you back to where the other favored students and instructors are. Dal looks at your hands, and then away from you entirely. Staring at the wall, he asks, "How did you sleep?"

Kyrine:
Even being as tired as you are, sleeping in this mass of students still doesn't come to you easily. You kind of tune out the noise, occasionaly hearing instructors insisting that the ceremony would start soon, in hopes that the crowd would quiet down. It seemed to work, but only for a few minutes before the students begin to riot again.

Jack:
The youngling seems to be taken aback by everything you've spurted at him, still trying to process what you've just told him. The poor thing doesn't look but fourteen. "No sir, I don't play poker. Chance isn't really my thing." He doesn't seem to mind that the knob has fallen off, and has taken your word that it will be fixed. After the short exchange, you meet up with the group of other graduates meeting up in the hall. After a few minutes, an instructor shows up and leads the group towards the ceremony hall. You can hear the chatting of the multitude of students waiting for the event to start. The graduates are wearing a wide variety of clothing, but none of it looking sloppy, or just bad in general. Some have simply chosen to go formal, while others wearing outfits similar to whatever profession they wish to take up. Various instructors sift through the small crowd and pull out their favored students, who proceed to join them further back stage. It is likely that they will be presented after the rest of the students.

MrEdwardNigma
2010-09-02, 07:16 AM
Jack Spades
Spades hadn't bothered dressing up for the occassion. He only possessed a few changes of clothes, and all were the same, dark and with loads of pockets and wiggleroom. He did use to own some sort of multicoloured monkeysuit he used whenever he needed to infiltrate among some party of nobles to snatch away the silverwear, but he felt the puffy pants and sleeves and the plentitude of feathers made him look so ridiculous it wasn't worth it, so he'd ritually burnt it at some point.

Secretly, Spades was somewhat dissapointed as the favoured students were being led to the back. The old man, Tyndalus, hadn't shown up to take Spades with him. He realised he'd given the fighting instructor a pretty hard time over the years for forcing that magic oath upon him, but apparently some part of him had still hoped for some sort of special treatment.

He tried to distract himself from the ceremonies going on by blabbering away at the student further.
"Poker? A game of chance? Ha! I like you, kid, I like you a lot, you're a real hoot. Seriously though, I'll show you how to play the game sometime. A little hint, it's not about chance, it's skill. It's all in the fingers, lad, all in the fingers. Come by Hagar's sometimes, or The Wench, if you know where that is. Or The Broken Drum, perhaps. Heck, check out any alehole in this town and you might run into me!"
Spades considered his own words. He wasn't used to sticking around one place for a long time, or at least he hadn't been until he was welded to this bloody academy.
"If I'm still around I guess. I might head out of town soon. Onwards and upwards, right? But there's always going to be fellows like me in the gambling dens of any town, anywhere in the multiverse you'll be able to find some Spades copy - did I mention my name is Spades? Call me Spades- showing youngsters the way of life and generally livening up the joint. Of course, they're all just pale reflections of the real me. You're lucky to run into me this very last day of my stay here. Swing by Hagar's later today and I'll teach you some poker. I might even show you the right way to tip the singer, if you know what I mean"
His eyebrows wiggled and he gave the kid another bump in the arm.
"What, how old are you? Must be at least thirteen, right? That's more than old enough to learn the way of the world. Heck, when I was your age I'd bedded twenty women and drunk more ale than it takes to floor a giant!"

daelrog
2010-09-02, 09:13 AM
"Well enough. The excitement of last night gave me strange dreams, but nothing as bad as I used to have." Bastien gave a quick hand sign, one that Dal had teached him that was used in the backalleys and borthels that made up the undercity. Its meaning was that everything was fine, nothing to report.

RJ45
2010-09-02, 10:30 AM
Stuck between a daze of consciousness and unconsciousness, it would have been a better idea to simply remain awake. Being so tired, she continued to drift in an out of sleep since she was incapable of falling entirely asleep. "Should have saved the rest of the bottle for now" she thought. Why were they always so loud? Why were they always such a great inconvenience to her every moment of every day? She sighed and continued to hide herself in the corner, hoping that this would end quickly enough.

Psilulz
2010-09-03, 01:39 AM
Jack:
The youngling seems to take interest in something you say. "Wait. You're Spades? The Spades? Why aren't you with Tyndalus? Your his favored student, he's supposed to be here. Ugghhh... where is that old man?" The boy has a list in his hand, and checks under Tyndalus. Near his name, yours is marked as being his favored student. Looking around, he is nowhere to be seen. You do recall that earlier in the week, he had reported feeling strange, perhaps some sort of magical disturbance. Maybe he left to investigate? No one, not even the other instructors, know where he is.

Bastien:
Dal nods as you let him know of your dream. "It was not the excitement of the evening that caused that dream..." He looks at your gloves, "They simply needed to attune themselves to you. For a while, all you will sense are various urges from them. Eventually, they can speak directly to your mind. I've heard of techniques to develop them further, though I would advise against such dark rituals." He has a fairly serious look upon his face, although it seems more serious than his regular serious face. You notice that Dal is wearing a similar set of gloves.

MrEdwardNigma
2010-09-03, 07:55 AM
Jack Spades
This kid was getting more clever every minute. He was taking a shine to the youngster.
"Yeah, I'm the Spades. What, did you hear that story about how I smuggled that cow into Tyndalus' office on the seventh floor? You know what the funny thing about cows is? They can't go down stairs! It's a fact"

This is when Spades spotted something on the list and snatched it out of the youngster's hands.
"Oh, that old loon did mark me as his favourite, eh?"
He was flattered, and sort of relieved. He would never admit it, but Tyndalus was probably the closest thing he'd ever had for a father, except for maybe Hagar.
"Well, it figures, none of the other buffoons here could hold up to my level of skill. You should see my dagger throwing, it's plain spectacular! I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee, you know? Ha!"
He bumped the kid again. Presumably the fourteenyear old was beginning to develop a bit of a bruise there, but it was all in good humour.
"So where is that fossil? I recall him saying something about some sort of disturbance, but I just assumed he'd been secretly drinking again. Crazy old bastard. Don't ever let him get to ya, you hear? Aw, heck, you're probably too young for his classes anyways. Advanced fighting styles, oh, you should listen to him go on and on about it! Like it's so hard to stab a guy! He can't even fight himself, too old and brittle, he is! More into magic and all that hocus pocus! Ha!"

Spades had gotten derailed there for a minute, but soon remembered what he was thinking.
"Look, kid, you have fun down here, but I'm gonna go check the old man didn't drown in the toilet or something, okay?"
He gave the kid a shoulderpad and returned to his room, where he slung his looting bag across his shoulder. He then made his way through the nearly abandoned corridors of the academy, snatching up everything of value along the way. He was heading to Tyndalus' chambers.

daelrog
2010-09-03, 10:20 AM
"Instructor, I've spent a lot of time in the libraries around the city looking into things that most people would rather soon forget, msot of the time on your instruction, but I've never come across anything describing your gift. Are they possessed?"

Perenelle
2010-09-03, 06:05 PM
Vivian stood in the middle of the group and saw that many were laughing and talking happily. She didn't know anyone standing around her, so she just stood and closed her eyes. Vivian took a deep breath, cleared her mind, and blocked out the sound as she waited for the ceremony to start..

daelrog
2010-09-06, 10:39 PM
This game still alive?

Psilulz
2010-09-07, 02:18 AM
All:
SOOOOO SORRY!! I've been busy all weekend with a local convention morning til night. Not dead. Will let you know when I'm busy again. Sorry for not letting you guys know.

Bastien:
"Possessed? Hmmm, not quite. They feed off of you. More specifically, your darkness. Any time you lie, cheat, hate, or do anything else associated with the dark, their bond with you will grow stronger." In the distance, you hear someone crying out that the ceremony is about to begin.

Vivian:
After waiting for a few minutes, you hear someone yell out that the ceremony is about to begin. You are also informed that they will be calling you by name onto stage, so you are to wait for your name to be called.

Jack:
As you leave, you hear someone cry out that the ceremony is beginning soon. You'll have to make this fast if you want to get back in time. Fortunately, the hallways are completely empty, most of the school being at the ceremony. In the ways of valuables, you don't find much, although there are plenty or door knobs that no one is watching over... You make it to Tyndalus's room with much ease, due to a lack of traffic, and your ability to navigate around the school. No one is inside, however. After a quick search, you do find a note.

To whomever finds this,
For about roughly a week, many of instructors, and a few of the more powerful apprentices, have felt magical disturbances. Almost no one seems to want to talk about it, but we all know that something is out there. One of our patrols that was scheduled to go through the nearby forest has gone missing. Coincidentally, that seems to be where this recent distrurbance is coming from. I have decided to investigate. I will give my gift to Jack tonight on my way out, and I should be back in time for the ceremony. It is not my intention to frighten the entire school, so this trip of mine is done in secret, but if you are reading this, then I have probably been killed or captured by whatever it is that is creating this unusual emination
Tyndalus

MrEdwardNigma
2010-09-07, 04:57 AM
Jack Spades
The old bastard seemed to think he was some kinda hero. He had trouble standing without a crutch, but he was going to single handedly take down some magical abomination! Dammit, stupid old man, so- stupid...

Spades stuffed the note, as well as most of the other portable belongings of his master, in his makeshift bag. If the old man was dead he would probably have preferred for Jack to loot the place instead of some of those other vultures. Anyways, in case he wasn't dead the theft could always be justified with the note and they would just have a jolly old row about it. Oh god, Spades hoped Tyndalus wasn't dead and would be at the ceremony.

He'd have to go looking for the loon now, and would probably be seven kinds of postmortem before the end of the night. Typically Tyndalus, never considering how his actions affected other people. So goddamned self centered!

Somewhat crabby at the old man for being quite possible dead, Spades returned to the ceremony, rereading and rereading the letter on the way down. At some point he stop focusing on his mentor's death and finally noticed the gift giving part.
What, tonight? He didn't come by at all! Or... did he?
Spades surfaced the strange coin from his pockets and flicked it up in the air. This could very well be one of those lessons Tyndalus was trying to teach him. It would be typical of him to give such a seemingly useless item and have Spades figure it out for himself. "But what fun is it if I just tell you?" the old man would say. Tyndalus had spent his first two weeks with Jack teaching him in a room with only one chair, which was obviously reserved for the old man. Four straight hours of learning while standing, every time, until Spades figured it out and siply took a chair with him to the room. Damn old man. He sure could use some magical help now, to save him...

daelrog
2010-09-07, 11:35 AM
Cool, just checking. Long as I know when to expect a pause, all is fine.

In time Bastien would probably like the gift he received, for now though, he was slightly baffled, and very much cautious about what he was wearing on his hands. True Dal's words were that even the darkness could be used for good, the darkness was still the darkness, and basiten pondered to himself whether or not he was already completely engulfed by shadow. Then again, as beautiful as the light was, in that world where anyone normal lived, Bastien had never been comfortable. Was it his true desire to be like most of the students here, or was it just the pressures of society telling everyone to be a good citizen, to not question the law, that made him feel guilt over what he was becoming?

Without another word, he took his seat.

Psilulz
2010-09-08, 01:11 AM
Jack:
(Need to know what you will do with this new info. Are you telling anyone? Returning to the ceremony? Looting precious doorknobs? By this time the ceremony is nearly started, and the only way you'll make it back for the start is by running. Of course your appearance is set near the end, however.)

MrEdwardNigma
2010-09-08, 09:11 AM
To answer your question:


Jack Spades
*snip* Spades returned to the ceremony, rereading and rereading the letter on the way down *snip*

Psilulz
2010-09-09, 02:58 AM
All:
Some players behind the curtained stage sound their horns, and waking up any students in the crowd who have fallen asleep. Thus begins the ceremony. The Master of the Academy, Varen Tarrenius, makes a lengthy speech about present, past, and future, and how the graduating students will impact the future of the nation. After finishing, he begins calling out names and one by one, each of the called students walks out and recieves their fancy certificates, many with big grins on their faces.

Jack:
It seems you made it back just a little bit after the event has begun. Names are continually being called out, and students approach the stage as theirs are shouted. After about two more students, you begin to feel something... wrong. It is obviously of magical origin. You can sense that numerous others around you, especially instructors, can feel it too. You hear the Tarrenius call out to the instructors to come out on stage. This does not appear to be part of the ceremony.

Kyrine:
You notice that the Academy Master has stopped calling names for some reason and is now shouting at the back. Instructors come out, followed by a mass of to-be graduates. The students mostly look confused, while the instructors all look concerned.

Bastien:
You can feel something... awry in the air. Something is wrong, and something is about to happen. After a few more students, you hear Tarrenius call out in the back for the instructors to come out, although it is obviously not part of today's schedule. Dal gives you a look, and jerks his head towards the stage, beckoning you to follow. Unfortunately many other students decided to crowd onto stage as well. There is now a large mass of students stuck on stage. This cannot be good.

Vivian:
Something feels odd, but you cannot place your finger on it... The call from Tarrenius to the back of the stage only affirms your suspicion. The other students decide to swarm onto stage with the instructors, and you are kind of carried by the crowd.

All:
You see something comet through the large ceiling on the window. It is not very large, but lands harshly with a loud splat on the stone floor. It appears to be an old man. Easily recognizable as one of the instructors.

Jack:
Yes, it is Tyndalus

All:
A split second later, after numerous cries of shock, something else crashes through the same window, also bringing down chunks of ceiling, seemingly in pursuit of the person that just crashed through. This new thing, however, is no human. It is MUCH large. By itself it covers roughly one-third of the room. It is currently on all fours, has a massive scaly body, and huge bat-like wings. You've probably only read about one of these. A dragon. Although the pictures in the books never really captured the majesty, power, or terror of seeing one in person. Something else is off as well. The dragon seems to be pulsing with energy, obviously fire, due to the fact that the temperature went sky rocketing as soon as the thing burst into the room. People begin to panic. It is obvious that even the instructors are a bit out of their league on this one, although they keep their cool much better than anyone else in the room. The beast lets out a terrifying roar, followed by a huge trail of flame, which it directs towards much of the fleeing crowd, instantly incinerating a large chunk of apprentices. The instructors rush in to attempt to fight the thing. As a few of them rush in, their clothing seems to burst into flame, and then their hair as they get closer. This is obviously no ordinary dragon. A few of them manage to get a few slices on the beast, which cause it to cry with fury, and smashing the ground in its mighty rage. A loud bang is heard throughout the room, and a huge crack in the floor is easily visible. The beast begins to flail.

RJ45
2010-09-09, 11:13 AM
Rubbing her eyes, it seemed like she wouldn't be able to get anymore sleep. The ceremony was beginning. As Varen began his speech about time, she would listen. Unfortunately, she couldn't find any of it to be relevant to her situation. It was, more or less, a series of happy words that would make the people feel more important. As the speech went on, she became sidetracked thinking about it. Who was she to say what the meaning of the speech was? Deciding that she was fully awake and wouldn't be slipping back off to sleep, she assumed a better sitting posture.

Things, however, began to change. Quickly. Because he stopped reading names so suddenly, she came to the conclusion that something was wrong. Still, it could have been a farewell present planned by some of those about to depart - what she would see defied all logic. A winged, scaled beast broke through the window in chase of one of the instructors. A giant beyond comparison to anything else she had seen in her life. Dazed by the assault that happened so quickly, she saw those she would call 'classmates' incinerated instantly as she was still seated, watching. As she went to stand, an earth-cracking stomp of the dragon's foot made her trip and get knocked over onto the other seats.

She watched on. They were trying to fight it directly. This was not something that could be fought directly - anyone who came close to the gigantic beast was burned. This thing had to be brought down before it did more damage. Pulling herself back onto her two feet, she tried to find a way to scamper across the room. She needed to get to the stage. Fear made her question her every movement, being ready to duck behind anything she could find. This was not the first battle she had been in, but definitely the first battle involving such a large beast.

In many trials she was forced to take, she failed because there were set objectives. Here, there was only one - that beast needed to be stopped. She had to get to that stage as fast as she could, for there were things there that could help those that would continue to fight. It couldn't be fought directly, especially by someone like her - so she would fight indirectly. Such a large beast would be hard to miss. Kyrine had to find a way to collapse the heavier parts of the stage upon the beast.

MrEdwardNigma
2010-09-10, 07:33 AM
So did Tyndalus die from falling? Is he still alive? Was he already dead when he was chucked in? I'm not really sure what's going on here.

Psilulz
2010-09-11, 01:00 AM
MrEdwardNigma:
You really can't tell if he's dead or alive. He isn't concious if he still is alive. At the speed he fell through, the average person would die on impact.