[b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b]

[b]"Heave!"[/b] Tyrael commanded the men as they pulled the ropes of the college banners. It was all part of the presentation: As Khan would guide the students through the college, Tyrael was to raise banners, activate lights, and generally put on a show for the students. He also had his demons, the synthetic orchestra collectively called the Brahmastra, play music during the entire tour. They kept with a subdued [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCqrmqatK-4]BGM[/url] that echoed throughout the college, coming out of acoustic tunnels hidden behind the scenery. They always played loud enough to be heard, but not so loud that they would block out the voice of Khan.

Tyrael began to dole out orders to various men to keep watch and prepare to pull banners, activate lights, open entry ways, and generally make the school seem like it's acting on its own. They had to do this with stealth and precision: A good show meant that no one knew that they were there. A good show meant that no one would be there to complement their efforts, because they were supposed to make the school look like it acted on its own. It was a difficult job, but one that they all had accepted. Tyrael himself needed to prepare to make his own introduction, as much as he'd rather not. It wouldn't be a formal one as much as it was him simply being there. But he couldn't very well just be standing like a log doing nothing in particular. No, he needed to make a first impression. One that would spoke more about him than about his ability. Hesitant as he was, he'd need to do something that characterized him.

Initially he had planned to make a show of him commanding his demons to assist in the preparation of the opening ceremony. But than something came up. An ornery demon, unbound by any master, wanted to play a joke by pouring oil onto students. Tyrael caught wind of this scheme before it could have been hatched and quickly went to go confront the demon. The demon had already obtained a cauldron of oil, bubbling from the heat. The demon planned to pour hot oil onto an unfortunately student, and Tyrael was not about to let this idiotic prank go through. As the demon was about to tip the cauldron over, Tyrael grabbed the cauldron and the demon's head. He placed the cauldron on the ground carefully so that not even a drop spilled. The next thing he did was crush the demon's head in his hand, turning it into a fine dust. The demon's body slunk onto the ground as Tyrael opened a portal to throw the body into. He than ordered another demon to clean the mess as he went to dispose of the oil.

His woes did not come to an end just yet as a hunter came to him and reported and incident. Some of Tyrael's demons had been assigned to help the college obtain meat goods for the opening ceremony, namely by hunting various apex predators in the ravine that were safe for consumption. He wanted to do this as there was an influx of predatory monsters roaming the area, and sought to cull their numbers for the safety of the college. It probably shouldn’t have come to a surprise when his hunters found resistance in the monsters themselves, who were quickly on the counter attack. Tyrael immediately multiple portals in and out of the Inferno until he could see the location of where his hunters were. Determined to ensure that they all returned for the feast, Tyrael summoned one of his [url=http://i.imgur.com/GkhPj7u.jpg]Familiars[/url] to take command of the situations. The multi-armed demon was summoned at the location of the struggle, quickly turning the tide of battle. [b]”Send additional hunters to bring back the meats.”[/b]

Hoping that issue had been resolved, Tyrael than went to go to the armory. The armory itself was a fairly large building within the college were students may purchase equipment and materials they may need for their excursions, as well as where the guardsmen came for repairs. Tyrael took it upon himself to oversee the construction of thousands of [url=http://www.worldofgothic.de/screenshots/gothic4_artwork/g4_costumes_robes_neutral_mage_fix.jpg]vestments[/url] for the new students, as well as [url=http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130704140143/finalfantasy/images/b/ba/MageMasher-ffxii.png]ornamental steel daggers [/url] for general purpose needs. It wasn’t required for any of them to actually use either, simply a gift for them should they chose to use it. For the most part this operation had no issues aside from the concern of surplus robes and daggers. But if that was the case, he’d hand them off to Lucilia.

The last issue Tyrael had to concern himself was an old friend of his: The serpentine creature known as Mar. Under his recommendation and assistance he had helped her come to the college. For the most part she was able to take care of herself, as she picked up communication and social cues a bit faster than Tyrael had. But at the same time, she was still the same Mar that he’s known for the past few years. Always adaptable, an admirable trait of hers. He wondered where she had gone however, as he had asked her to be present at the opening ceremony since she would be formally incited as a student. Though if he had to guess, she was out hunting since the last time he saw her she was leaving the college with her scythe. Concerned with her situation Tyrael quietly left the college via rampart and sought her out.

It did not take long for Tyrael to find Mar with either a guest or a gift. What appeared to be a wood elf laid on the naga’s tail, presumably alive since it did not leave a heavy blood train behind Mar. Still, it was his concern with whom the Naga had just picked up. [b]”Guest or gift?”[/b] It was supposed to be a joke, but in the even that Mar did indeed bring back a dead or soon-to-be-dead body back for him, the offer still stood. He was more concerned about Mar’s wellbeing, but she should be able to tell simply by looking at Karnage. His arms were crossed to convey a sense of seriousness, but his body was relaxed to show that he was not angry or agitated.
[b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/center][/b]

Annabeth arrived at the gates of the College hours before they actually opened. But even though she arrived early in her mind, there were already others gathered there. Many people, from humans to orcs and things she’s never seen before, were standing and waiting outside the gate. Some spoke to each other, but otherwise it was eerily quiet. Annabeth wondered whom among the ones gathered here would become her friends, as surely she would be well acquainted with some of them if she was to live here. If, that is.

Annabeth took out a letter from her bag. It was carefully preserved but also smelled of carnations. The writer was a woman named Lucilia Riovas, who apparently was an acquaintance of Annabeth’s older brother, Rendar. She worried what had happened to him, as the letter was vague, only eluding to the fact that he was no longer at the college. And the way it referred to her as “The next of kin” was something that she only heard in the wills of the recently deceased. She was hoping for the best, but expected the worse.

Annabeth waited outside the gates for what felt like hours. Though the morning was frosty, the college had the kindness to set up strange stones that radiated heat for the students to gather around, aside from some who stood stoic in the cold or had their own source of warmth. Some names were passed and someone was telling a story, but for the most part Annabeth kept to herself. She simply waited and waited until she heard a bell rang, and the gate open. Everyone stood up at once, and like lambs that all filed into the gates and into the courtyard.

The college was amazing. The walls made it appeared as though it was some sort of fortress, but pass them the college was a sight to behold. Banners flew up into the skies as grand torches lit themselves aflame, illuminating the entire area with a mystical glow that differed from the sunlight that was already rising. Soon an Eysire named Khan Jevarath came out and introduced himself as the Archmage. Annabeth couldn’t believe it herself; she had always imagined the Archmage to be a wizen old human, rather than the draconian Eysire. But she didn’t comment on it, as surely if he was the Archmage, it would be because he earned the title with great magical fortitude.

Soon the Archmage finished his speech and asked for questions. Annabeth didn’t have any on the top of her head and stood silently. It seemed that someone was getting a bit antsy however, and the unfortunate elf ended up running right into the Eysire. Annabeth couldn’t help but smirk at the incident. The elf was turning crimson form the scene that Annabeth pitied her. But she didn’t exactly know how to help her aside from drawing attention to her, and she didn’t exactly like the idea of playing the fool. Still, perhaps she could at least draw some minds away from the unfortunate elf with an honest question. Stepping forward, Annabeth spoke loud and clearly. [b]”Yes, Archmage, where do we go to if we wish to speak to one of the teachers?”[/b] Annabeth wanted to find her brother, and failing that, Lucilia. The gargoyles might lead them around the college, but Annabeth was looking for someone.