### Korgal and Khan

Korgal studied the man-beast that stood in front of him, tall with wings and the appearance of the dragons that the young orc had only heard about in stories, upon this thought flickering through the orcs mind his eyes lit up and he stood to his full height and offered his hand so the man-beast could shake it *”This is what humans do right?”* He thought, perhaps he was wrong so he went for the universal symbol of hello and hugged him perhaps a bit too hard forgetting the fact that he was an orc, when the young orc released the man-beast, he spoke his voice firm “I am Korgal Vorinclex of Tribe Frostfall, i have come to join here and learn about my-” The orc stood there and pondered for a bit looking for the right word, and it came to him only seconds later. “Abilities…” 

When the conversation between Khan and Uicle ended, the Eysire felt a weight released off his heart. In more ways than one, he realised he was slightly relieved, a bit, when he and Uicle parted ways. Strictly the reason being that he no longer had to deal with the odd man digging for more details then the Headmaster could managed to keep hidden. In the back of his mind he was certain the teacher’s desire to further uncover his experience with Kudd wouldn’t stop there. Khan sighed when he realized, slightly miffed at his situation, that his budding headache was just beginning. His muzzle let out a heavy, suppressed sigh when he thought about it. In the background, he let his cane’s familiar taps follow in rhythm with his limp and each time, it had ease more weight off his stiff leg during his way to the empty office. Over time, the pain in it seemed to have dulled ever so bit. 

After rounding a second corner and keeping a brisk pace, his mind had started to wonder to what motives the Orc had to come to the College. He doubted it was to become a student truthfully. Mainly because he knew the Orc race held the smallest blood percent, unlike his own whom almost every single member could be a mage, among the many races of Tiien. This individual would’ve been a rare happening in any of the diverse tribes. Khan inwardly finched when his thoughts crossed over the little facts about his race. The fleeting moment had scrapped on to the subject of his brother Riddic, more accurately the fact his twin’s magic faded thanks to a disease,  and immediately regretted it. Even if Riddice couldn’t be helped in the end, his mind thought ill of his carelessness then.  

Ignoring the painful memories, Khan’s odd colored eyes looked up to see he had arrived far sooner than he had expected. Now, instead of empty hallways and idling student, the office door stood before him. His shoulders slacked in admitting that he couldn’t keep the new arrival waiting for much longer. That in mind, he pushed the door open.

He found the Orc sitting on the chair provided. The sounds of him entering caused the younger orc’s eyes to raise and seem to brighten on sight. Slowly the ‘would-be-student’ stood upright and began to cut the distance between them, his hand held out in greeting. Before Khan could reach for it, the Orc’s massive arms opened wide. Unable to discourage or escape, he felt his body suddenly wrapped in the Orc’s strong arms. He felt fear when the constriction begin, his body softly crackled at the pressure applied. Khan’s cane dropped from his grasp while his wings felt the squeeze pushing his thin bones harder against his back. Jawline tightened and air forced from his lungs, the headmaster could only let out a soft, “Oomph..” during the introduction. 

It was clear the Orc had been somewhat excited due to the strength within his unusual greeting. When Khan felt himself released, his legs wobbled and off balance without his cane, his lungs filled with new air again. His original fear was replaced by surprise and confusion when the Orc gave him enough personal space to speak. It wasn’t hard to note the hesitation while the newcomer sought for the appropriate word, seeming to have the same education as a few of the other students, before he came up with the correct phrase that Khan agreed on, the Eysire nodding. He, in the small corner of his head, now believed Uicle had gotten the easier ordeal perhaps. 

Straining downward to return his cane to his hand, Khan found his voice finally. Ignoring the nagging familiarity at the Orc’s name he turned back to address Korgal in his calmest and steadiest tone. “Welcome to Twilight College. I’m currently the Headmaster, Khan Jervarath. There are at least six main blood schools, each with two classes, and making a total of twelve bloods which each have their own unique qualities that we teach here. However there is a class called ancients which include weaving, chantment, and runes. Before we begin, however, I must ask one important question: Do you have an idea of what your abilities are?  Can you manipulate an element, like fire or another like it, or maybe brought an object to life? It would help greatly in determining who shall be your teacher at least before we register you.”

Khan figured he might as well try to ease Lucilia’s burden a bit and discover the Orc’s mageblood. At least if he had one. Even he had to admit it was rather difficult to believe an Orc had mage blood due to the rarity, thinking maybe the younger  creature might’ve been mistaken in his own mind. A trick played by others of his own kin or worse, yet he didn’t say it outloud out of respect.  

Korgal let Khan go the man-beast was frail but something about him seemed to exude danger that this man-beast wasn’t as frail as he seemed that he could very easily kill Korgal with a wave of his hand. As he explained the six different kinds of blood and the classes Korgal briefly looked confused, as Khan asked about his abilities Korgal explained. “I can freeze things.” He said but he continued to explain. “When angered it’s more noticeable I think i could show you.” He focused hard on making something happen something big like he’s done before but instead he managed to only cover the palm of his hand in a small coat of frost, looking frowning at his hand Korgal spoke. “Generally it isn’t like that, but i guess it proves my point.” Korgal said grabbing a small satchel and throwing it over his shoulder.   


“Indeed, you’re a cyromancer.” Khan said gently as he watched the orc’s palm ice over. He had had his doubts but not they were gone, forgotten and pushed aside when the orc proved his story true. From Krogal’s frown it seemed the orc had been expecting more only to be disappointed to see much less, his disappointment casted away when he snatched up his meager belongings and tossed it over his shoulder. Khan stood there watching him for a moment then turned on his heel, his cane came out to maintain his balance, and open the door leading the new student out. 

He knew where he had to head. His cracking pace echoed through the hallway as he lead the orc to Lucilia’s office, his pace steady until he stopped short. His hand came and ratted on the wooden door that separated the hallway and her work space, politely standing outside until he was bid in. He secretly hoping Lucilia hadn’t been entertaining Uicle before his drop by or else this encounter would get rather unpleasant rather quickly. Gingerly he began to enter then peered around, nervously, and finally walked fully inside with the student in toll.