[u]Uicle[/u]

He was just about to leave the room, when the quill started moving. The Necromancy teacher got a bad feeling about it the minute it started writing, and it was only confirmed a few seconds later. Uicle's reaction upon seeing the written message was simple and direct. [color=598527]"I'm going to kill him. That bastard was supposed to sit still and not use any magic." [/color]As he continued to read the message, he groaned in despair. [color=598527]"I'm going to kill Khan to. [i]That[/i] bastard was supposed to take his medicine. Really! For someone who's been alive for over a century he can act like a giant overgrown lizard child." [/color]The Necromancy teacher looked up at Ssarak. 

[color=598527]"Congratulations, you've just been conscripted to help me nag at Khan for not taking his medicine. You're going to leave here, find Khan, and go nag at him for slacking on that and tell him I'm going to talk to him about certain things later on. When you see Mei again, please tell her that you, her, and Aramir are now all in charge of nursemaiding the Headmaster because he can't act like a responsible adult. Feel free to nag and yell at him all you want. He likes it. Really. I'm going to go scold our all powerful Archmage for acting like he can stand when he can barely sit."[/color]

With that, Uicle started to head out the door.

[b]Aramir[/b]

The Snow Elf's eyes widened in surprise as Annabeth suddenly hugged her, her arms pinned to her sides. She began to relax into the hug almost immediately, feeling the simple affection stabilize her terror and mess of emotions. However, when Annabeth spoke, she tensed slightly. It wasn't hard to guess what she was talking about, though the Snow Elf was left wondering how exactly the human girl knew what she had been thinking. [i]Psychomancy? Maybe. Can she hear me now? Possibly. Oh Gods. How far did you read my mind?[/i] There were several things Aramir would have preferred Annabeth [b]not[/b] see, most of them related to Auriel and the rest to her clan. Of course, they immediately sprung to the forefront of her mind. Aramir alternatively blushed in embarrassment at the images of her and Auriel and then shivered in minor horror at the images of her clan tearing itself apart. 

"You don't understand," She said quietly as Annabeth put her down. "The tribe is everything and I had to kill some of mine. I couldn't save them. But..." She trailed off, pausing. Why was she telling Annabeth this? What good would it do to dwell on the past any longer? What was her point in telling this? Pity? Clarity? A sudden thought hit Aramir. 

Was Annabeth influencing her mind to make her tell her past? Aramir looked up at the human, searching her face. Finding nothing to cause worry, or suspicion , and finding that the idea of getting drunk was more and more appealing, she tossed up her hands. "Screw it. We're going to go get drunk. Incredibly so. And then deal with the consequences later. Lets go find Auriel, get some wine or something, and then have fun. Uicle can yell at us later."

[i]Althalus[/i]

As Alaira first thumped him on the head, Althalus raised an eyebrow. As it happened again, he gave a sarcastic, [color=00aeef]"Really feeling the love here Alaira." [/color]before she stepped aggressively forward. Althalus was in front of her in a heartbeat, ready to grab the Halfelf (for all the good that would do) to prevent a nasty mess from happening. Fortunately, she managed to calm herself and give her own two cents on the matter. [color=00aeef][i]Oh good, I don't have to get between her and three master mages. That's nice.[/i][/color] Althalus' smirk turned into a frown at Alaira's last comment. The assassin reached up and flicked her squarely in the forehead. [color=00aeef]"We talked about that. You need to move on, and remember to do better next time. I know you can."[/color]

Lan shrugged helplessly at Alaira. "I never said it was the smartest choice for Tidehome. Or the easiest. But would you so willingly sell your home to one of two warring neighbors, determined to drag you into their fight, have your people spill their blood on some foreign field for a cause they never really believed in? I don't think so. It's not in my blood to do the 'sensible' or 'easy' thing when they don't collaborate with the right thing. Now I just need to convince my associates of how right I am." He moved over quickly towards the Orc and Dwarf as they opened their mouth, and soon fell into a quiet but intense argument with the two. 

Althalus looked up at Alaira. [color=00aeef]"If you're done, I need to go see Mar. I've been putting off a...talk, long enough. Might as well get it out of the way."[/color]

[i][u]Grey[/u][/i]

[i]Hah![/i] The axe laughed scornfully. [i]Nothing but a forge of the Gods themselves can melt me down. I will cut my way from Hiisi's ilk, and slaughter my way through a thousand Vrykolakas! Like it or not, boy, we are bound together. You would do well to not insult your only weapon, much less a divine one. If I had wanted to kill you, harm you, or cause any mischief I would have already done it, you fool.[/i]