[color=goldenrod][h3][u]Khan[/u][/h3][/color]

Khan nodded his agreement, his eyes unable to rip away from the archmage. His worry filled his eyes through his face was isolated and gave no indications he was unsettled. At Grey’s question, his face turned. On the verge of speaking, he was about to answer when Lucilia cut him off to answer it and uttered alarm that abruptly ended her sentence. Instead of asking about the reason, Khan’s head jerked to Ovak’s direction. He partly expected the archmage to have collapsed but instead he merely watched Meirin approach the old man and begin to converse with him.    

[color=goldenrod] “Easy, Lucilia. It’s only Meirin, who I know well enough. ”[/color]  Khan stated calmly, knowing fully well the student could easily handle Ovak if he overexerted himself. Just like himself, Ovak’s weakness was also the students and if anyone could keep the old man strong would be one of them. 

However, his knuckles tensed about his cane and his body stiffened when he noticed old man had gained a mischievous smile. He knew that smile all too well and wished he didn’t, his leg burning the moment he went to move forward. It caused him to grunt quietly the moment he tried and grind to a halt. It was as if his leg resisted the temptation to intervene. There was a brief comment exchange between the two before Ovak offered his hand. Meirin aided him upright and soon, the two were shuffling off toward where Ovak had pointed. Naturally, Lucilia wasn’t the only one now not enjoying being in the dark about this currently situation. 

Wondering about Uicle, Khan’s eyes drifted to the location where the teacher should’ve been. He quickly discovered the walking soul filled armor had rattled off to some dark corner and left the archmage to his own devices, inwardly causing the headmaster to groan.  Seeing Lucilia and Grey dart off in an urgency strive, he knew it would be pointless to keep up with Lucilia’s furious pace. In defeat, Khan hobbled back to his assigned seating beside the archmage’s chair. Gritting in pain, he settled tenderly into his seat where he let out a rough huffle relief then pushed his cane to one side. His stomach hadn’t anything to eat. It growled in protest but he ignored it in favor of rest, his knee throbbing as he reached to rub some of the pain away.

[color=tan][h3][u]Ovak[/u][/h3][/color]

As Meirin led Ovak away, the elderly archmage’s eyes were greeted by several visions. Slowly, his wrinkled expression cracked into a smile. Several positive decisions were made and in the latest vision for the College’s future, things were looking much brighter. His eyes shifted to the students who had been in discussion with the diplomats as his free hand gave a little wave, gesturing his arcanite toward Alaira, Leith, Ssarak (the student absent but he could easily feel his presence in Uicle’s office) and Baulder. Immediately afterwards, his hand came up to give a subtle cough as he knew it wasn’t wise of him to use so much magic at once without easing into it. He was rather rusty after all.  

[color=yellow][h3][u]Alaira[/u][/h3][/color]

When Ovak sent his arcanite, he used hydromancy, vitamancy and aeromancy to whisper quietly into the Halfling’s ear. His voice gentle, and soothing through it likely startled her. It was a risk he was willing to take to praise her for keeping her temper, inwardly hoping she wouldn’t assume it was the diplomats trying to attack her or worse. If she did, he feared Lyn would either be without a father or worse, the child would be caught in the clash while jumping to the student’s defense. Through the Tidehome diplomats wouldn’t intentionally kill a child, accidents could happen and even he could be helpless to save her in this state. Still, the aging man had faith Alaira had a good instinct over individuals through he preferred to actually approach her himself and when the diplomats learned of his presence, any chance would be lost complete. This was the only time he would get and he took it. Reminded of Alaira’s strength, his eyes paused to spot Khan. Mentally he noted the headmaster’s weakness and sighed in helplessness. This was a journey they would all need to take on their own. If none of them learned to work together than Kudd would win, turning everything into ashes including all they loved. Kudd’s only goal was destroying the world after all and he would stop at nothing to accomplish it.  

When his magic reached Alaira, she would feel no pain for Ovak knew about her sensitive to pyschomancy. The aeromancy carried the vibrations through subtle sounds while the vitamancy and hydromancy vibrated the ear connected parts, preventing any others from hearing it. It sounded like someone, Ovak’s gentle voice, was whispering a single comment. [color=tan] “Well done, from the archmage Ovak Regar.”[/color]  

With that, the tingling sensation in Alaira’s ear abruptly vanished. Through she would easily get the sense of the archmage looking in her direction before he crept off with Meirin leading him toward the Djarkel Diplomats. Deep inside, he knew she wouldn’t think kindly of his association with someone she had prior grudge with but he had hope they could be settled in time. In one past vision, Ssarak, Meirin and Alaira became great friends, a difficult force to fight, when old differences were put aside. Even Kudd had difficulty in dealing with them, through it seemed not all his ‘sight’ was accurate until a choice was made.

[i] Yet, who could it wasn’t possible? Nothing was ever fully set into stone after all because fate was always a fickle one.[/i] Ovak thought quietly.  

[color=39b54a][h3][u]Baulder[/u][/h3][/color]

When Baulder tossed the bone, it ended up hitting the edge of the water barrel and through in reality it went in, the psychomancy took hold to deliver Ovak’s message. The Rheven-ari’s body was frozen, through he didn’t know it, as the illusion started. It was a much more mild one compared to Satori’s during the last opening but no less realistic in quality. The bone spinned around the ring several times getting the student’s attention before it spilled out over the floor. All around, individuals were stone still and obvious to the ongoings which were happening. The contents crawled out from tiny little bones to pieces of cast away paper or broken dishes, forming words that could easily be read out by the voice in Baulder’s head. Each letter formed then disappeared when it was finished being read, reforming another. It looked like an animated film where the trash moved on its own.  

[i][color=tan]Good job. However, you’ll have to refrain from eating anyone on campus. It’s a very widely accepted believe eating intelligent beings is wrong among the world and we much rather not have you get in trouble with the College, now would we? Through I apologize for I must make a request of you. Could you discover what is happening within the Orc lands then report to Uicle? Merely nod if you accept this task and if not, shake your head. 

If you choose to take it on, you have my thanks. Otherwise, I’m sorry for disrupting your evening. Either way, please mention nothing of what you’ve seen to anyone save Uicle. 

Sincerely, Ovak Regar, the archamage.[/color][/i]  

[color=f7941d][h3][u]Ssarak[/u][/h3][/color]

While Ssarak was concluding his business with Uicle and taking his leave, both individuals would’ve noted a small quill materialized from thin air. In reality it was using the air arcanite and altered into the small writing utensil as it tapped the ink well and started to write on thin paper. Its little tip danced across the surface elegantly until at last it spelled out a small, grateful message for Ssarak and one for Uicle. 

[i][color=tan]Well done, Ssarak Dyreackthanose. Apologies since I believe I’m currently occupying your current lady with the Djarkel Diplomats, however if you’ll be so kind to allow us to finish up then I’ll be sure to direct her to the gardens. I’ll sent a small psychomancy invitation to meet there when she’s ready. It will be abandoned, or should be, during the demonstrations and you can easily find one another. There’s also some wonderful Cupid Roses I believe you two will appreciate. 

And Uicle… Check on Khan for me. Something is very wrong, he’s sicker than he’s suppose to be. I fear we’ll need the students’ help to keep an eye on his health. Chose them wisely.

Sincerely, Ovak Regar the archmage.[/color][/i] 

Through it seemed like carelessness on Ovak’s part, he purposely wrote the piece out for Ssarak to see. He believed the Esyire, when encouraged, might end being able to reason with Khan and help stop the influences corrupting their Headmaster. Else they would lose a very powerful ally against Kudd.     

[color=#00FFFF][h3][u]Leith[/u][/h3][/color]

The moment Leith went seeking Uicle, a chalice of wine bubbled and abruptly splashed on the albino’s clothes. He was the only witness to the bizarre behavior as instead of staining or staying put, it slithered like a living thing. It glided up his shirt bottom to the sleeve, where it was easily visible by the young man. Quickly it wrote out a wet message in a very elegant way, clearly Ovak’s unique writing, to praise and inform the human. 

[color=tan][i]Very well done, Leith Calder. Uicle is in his office though he will be arriving soon back into the dining room, namely to check upon a stubborn Headmaster. You’ll notice Khan, the headmaster, is looking a little pale and for good reason. He’s not eaten anything so would you be so kind as to take a small plate up to the head table when you go, for Khan? Then you can inform Uicle of your findings and concerns if you have any. 

Sincerely, and with gratitude, Ovak Regar. The archmage.[/i][/color]

After Leith had read the message, it plopped back into the chalice without leaving a single drop within his clothes. As if it had never happened.       

[color=Crimson][h3][u]Lucilia[/u][/h3][/color]

Inside Lucilia’s head, Ovak’s voice came from the psychomancy linking their minds together. It did likely did little to stop the vampire’s pace or him from feeling her desperation to get to him, feeling a warmth in his heart at her concern. It was appreciated but unnecessary for some day he would indeed die. A welcomed and fearsome event he intended to greet standing on his feet. Casting the thought away, the man’s mental tone was fatherly chiding over her eavesdropping. [color=tan][i]’Lucilia… you know it’s impolite to eavesdrop on a private conversation. Where are your manners?”[/i][/color]

He calmly waited for her reply through his body showed no farther failing since his rapid display of multiple magics had ended.