Aramir, Lyris and Mar~I~Rtron, Pyromania99 and Fallenreaper

Mar’s eyes shifted to note another, a winged Alanian, seem to be staring at her. Her eyebrow raised in question when she gave the Snow Elf back her hunting bow and heard her question about her race. The Naga didn’t let her surprise or awe reach her face during the performance as she addressed the inquiry with her answer. “Yes and you’re an Alanian.” 

Aramir continued to stare at her bow for a few moments before standing, to busy trying not to fall to her knees in relief again to make a coherent response. She took the bow back, looking over it carefully to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, even aestheticly speaking. She put a lot of time, effort, and care into this bow and she would be damned if it was going to be broken or damaged while she still watched over it. Once her selfish desire to make sure her bow was in it's original condition was satisfied, she bleatedly remembered her manners. "Thank you for catching my bow. It's very important...to..." Aramir lost her train of thought as she watched fire bird sweeping through the hall, eyes wide with awe. 

Guiltily, she jerked herself back to the Naga. "To me." She smiled up at the Naga, trying to ignore Mar's lack of clothing, though the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks proved she was failing. "My name's Aramir. Pleased to meet you."

With her mind trying to focus on a couple of things at once like the interaction between the naga and the elf and when the Aeromancy teacher would show up on stage, Lyris was taken by surprise when a giant bird of fire flew through the sky. Looking back to the two in the apparent bow exchange, Aramir had just introduced herself to the naga. Lyris wondered if she should too, but decided to just hang back, even though the naga had acknowledged her existence. "I'll just observe dialogue exchange a bit." She whispered to herself.

"Odd, most bipeds I've met tend to make a speculate of themselves." Mar stated simply as she recalled Coco, a rather chatty Foreas. One she had to send away to tend to herself, the plant like creature seemed close to withering and rather sluggish. She then turned down to the Snow Elf that had introduced herself:Aramir. "Mar and it's interesting to meet you." 

Mar wasn't sure if that was the correct greeting but the need to add something on at the end was something she felt was best. Even when speaking bluntly for was interesting to meet a Snow Elf because she had never met one before and Aramira was officially the first Snow Elf she had contact with. The onl reason she knew what Aramir was had been because she heard of such creatures though the few humans she encountered. 

Aramir, still resolutely trying to not let Mar's state of clothing affect her, and failing, kep her smile on her face. Interesting was certainly the word for a desert dweller who towered over her to be meeting her. Regardless, she pressed on, putting the bow safely on her back(and hoping that no one else would decide to do a metal attraction trick). "So, what mageblood brings you to the College?" Who knows? Maybe they would have the same blood. Which would be interesting, seeing as she only knew one other student, and that was the female Forest Elf who had done the demonstration. 

The Snow Elf noticed how Lyris put herself in the background of the conversation, whispering to herself. Even the low mumble of the crowd was quiet compared to the howling winds of the Plains, and she picked up Lyris's words easily, shaking her head slightly at them.

"From what Tyrael says, I have Vitamancy. It seems to have something to do with bones or body as I have been told. It seems it can crush in an attacking Male Naga''s skull easily though it left me exhausted afterwards and..." Mar trailed off yet she finished the sentence in her head. It left her temporarily banished. It would likely not be best to tell any farther details, one that would likely end up with her unable to make friends as Tyrael suggested. At least there might be one she could interact with easily and judging from her earlier look over the hunting bow, the Snow Elf kept it in good condition. 

Aramir blinked once, her embarasment forgotten for the moment. Mar crushed another Naga's skull? With Vitamancy. Which, if her scant knowledge wasn't lying to her, was the class that went with her own skill, Pyromancy. Rather than prying further into why Mar crushed another Naga's skull, she commented herself. "My own is Pyromancy. I managed to set several tents and clothing on fire during...during..during a conflict in my tribe. I soon left after that, heading for the College." She didn't mention that there wasn't anything to return to. Just corpses beneath the snow...

"Anyways! Sorry for running into you when you caught my bow. I was just worried about it. My only hunting bow, after all. Though, where I'll be hunting in the College, is a question I need answered." She did mean to find that answer. Even after she left the Frozen Plains she had kept hunting. Old habits die hard and she wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. It wa simply a matter of where. 

"There are other places to hunt if one is willing to look around. You merely have to know where and how to hunt it. Usually I've hunted in the Ravine but that is miles away now, something I rather miss." Mar noted the wishing in the small biped's voice and added, struggling a bit. "...You could hunt with me. There's no Nagas like me around and it's not traditional to hunt alone..." 

She then started to include more. "Your Pyromancy could end up coming in handy if we run into trouble." 

Aramir visibly brightened at the offer. "I would be honored to. Hunting alone isn't done where I come from either." Not to mention, it usualy ended up in horrible death. But, that was something that didn't need to be mentioned. At the mention of her Pyromancy, she gave a kind of sheepish shrug. "The most I can do right now is a fairly useless small ball of flames. So if we ever get into real trouble, I don't think we'll be able to rely on my magic." The Ravine...she had hunted there, a few times. Entrances were few in the Frozen Plains, but they were always a good source of assured, if dangerous, hunting. 

"We'll have to practice together though. I don't want to accidentally shoot you with my bow."

"It would at least provide a distraction at best then should we chew off more then we can hunt. Unlikely but possible. A few practice runs wouldn't hurt as I'm not in tune with your body movement and certian it differs from Naga." Mar said and her eyes shifted to note the Pyromancy display ended, flowing off into a new one: Vitamancy. Needless to say her excitment was quickly dulled when she noted the choice was shape shifting. It was something she didn't feel served her much purpose as a Naga, mainly because it was deceitful and unnatural for one to change a natural shape. 

"I prefer to hunt for my own dinner but I understand not all bipeds enjoy that." 

It took Aramir a moment to respond, as she was to busy staring at the Vitamancy display. Magic was powerful, certainly. Ripping her eyes from the display of a woman turning herself into a dragon, Aramir responded. "Let's avoid that situation then, hmm? I would rather not rely on a magic I have little control over to keep me from be coming the killed rather than the killer." At the Naga's final statement, she shrugged. "I've had to hunt to ensure that the tribe eats, as well as myself. Admittedly, I find it rather nice to not to have to hunt to eat," She gestured towards the food all around them. "But I'm no stranger to the notion." 

"So, how do you hunt?"

Mar's eyes watched a moment longer for the Vitamancer teacher to withdraw, allowing another, smaller biped that was the same race as her current focus to take the stage. Her ears, no longer interested in the demos now that her own was over, narrowed upon Aramir's voice. "Biped's are unusual to me, something I'm finding out more and more. As for how I hunt, it depends on the prey-

The Naga's conversation was cut short when the temperature dropped rapidly. Her breath already misted and her body tinted a little blue, unable to shiver to produce heat, as her arms curled up to rub what she lost back in. Her hand leaned into the wall just to steady her balance, her body usually underground during cold nights in Yarsomere. However she normally had a type of warning which allowed her to prepare but for a strange reason, the temperature in the room was rapidly decline at an unexplained rate and one she didn't like. 

Aramir listened long enough to confirm that the Snow Elf speaking was the Cyromancy teacher, and then turned her attention back to Mar. Much to her alarm, the Naga suddenly cut herself off when her breath began to mist and she turned slightly blue. Aramir herself didn’t notice the rapid drop in temperature all that much, as it wasn’t approaching the levels of cold she had grown up with. Glancing around she looked for something that would warm the Naga quickly. Obviously, she couldn’t just share her body heat, being as small as she was. Before she could do much more than look around, however, three human sized beings that appeared to be made of pure fire gathered around Mar, beating back the cold remarkably fast. So much so that Aramir had to take a step back, the heat growing too much for her, being used to the colder temperatures, to bear. Glancing around, she saw more of the same Golems around other cold blooded students who were adversely affected.

When the temperature finally rose to normal levels, the golems retreated back from wherever they came and Aramir approached Mar once more. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned. It was a good thing that someone, Uicle she assumed, was prepared for Mar’s and other’s reactions. Otherwise things might have gotten…interesting. One thing was certain. Cyromancy was something that she would have to be wary of. A small smirk crossed her face. All magic was something she should be wary of.

Mar’s form had struggled not to fall down but it was hard, her body seemed to stiffen against her will and every part wanted to constrict into a ball. Her instinct was screaming for her to head deep into the ground while she knew it was pointless. Mainly cause the floor was mostly stone and impossible to dug through, unlike the softer and grainer sand in Yarsomere. Orange figure started to edge out of the kitchens where they gathered around the creatures less tolerant to the cold weather. Their flesh sizzled and crackled, alight with flames that seemed to waft off heat for her body to gorge on. Soon enough her body started to heat up. The color return and her arms stopped moving, feeling some signs of life return when the room was warm again causing the Fire Golems to retreat back into the kitchen. Her eyes flickered towards Aramir’s question. 

“Yes…” Mar started, her voice unchanged by the event though her skin still felt icy. “I’m usually underground when the night temperatures hit and wasn’t ready for that.”

Aramir sighed in relief. At least the Naga was okay, given the fact that she had been turning blue before the Snow Elf’s eyes. “I can imagine not being prepared for it. Cold doesn’t come that fast this far to the south, does it?” The rest of the demonstrations passed in silence as the Naga continued to recover from the sudden flash freeze that had struck her. Aramir herself stared in unabashed awe as teacher after teacher displayed a new talent, a new level of magic she hadn’t thought possible. Well. Many things were being proven possible tonight, weren’t they? She was impressed and amazed by the magical displays until Tyrael stepped up, that is. Aramir had noticed staff members leaving to clean up some of the mess that teachers had created. They appeared to be regular staff members of the school but something was…off about them. She couldn’t place her finger on it, but something seemed wrong. 

Before she could stare attempt to puzzle out what was wrong any longer, the room around them began to change. It turned more hellish, more unnatural. Aramir bit her bottom lip to prevent a cry of alarm and horror escaping her as demons suddenly rose and appeared, attacking the staff members who had already began to die as soon as the room changed. Aramir’s first reaction was pure instinct, quickly stringing the bow, drawing and firing an arrow. Of course, her bow was meant to be hunting the thick skinned animals of the Frozen Plains, not the armored demon she shot it at. It pierced the armor, but wasn’t strong enough to do anything more than irritate the creature much like a fly would annoy her. Oddly enough, it didn’t attack her though it clearly wanted to.

Rather than waste more arrows, as the one she had fired was already burning in the Inferno, Aramir unstrung her bow with shaking hands and could do nothing more than watch as the demons killed the staff members. And only the staff members in the Dining Hall. No students, no kitchen staff, no one else was slain but those subtly wrong staff members in the hall. Still, it wasn’t pleasant to watch demons kill people. “Gaurot watch over their souls.” She whispered, ignoring the teacher that was at the table, who had summoned them. And then, it was suddenly over. The room returned to normal, but the demons continued to rampage amongst the staff and anything else they could touch. That is, until roots and trees began to sprout and kill them, one by one. 

Aramir glanced sharply over to see the Herbamancy teacher giving her display. Not the one she planned, I’m willing to bet.. Still, the demons were killed and the damage was repaired. Aramir smiled in relief. At least that nastiness was over, and she was certainly glad that she didn’t have Tyrael as a teacher. He seemed…uniquely unpleasant. Before she could do much more than that, however, the Psychomancy teacher stepped up. Aramir didn’t have a toast to make, her cup having floated to the roof a while ago, she still smiled as the toast was given. 

And then she felt blackness surrounding her.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in an icy tomb surrounded by corpses. Much to her horror, she recognized these corpses. They were the gaunt, skeletal corpse of her tribe members who had starved to death. Sobbing, Aramir tried to climb out of the pile of corpses. She didn’t know how she got her, but she had to leave. She couldn’t take their blank, accusing gazes, the ribs she could clearly count on all of them. She didn’t make it very far before a hook descended from the sky and drew her out, only to be immediately thrust into the battle that had torn her tribe apart. Once more she was forced to fight for her life against those she had loved and trusted. The only thing different this time was that she killed indiscriminately, picking up a dagger to better gut those who she should have been protecting or saving. 

When the dagger was ripped out of her grasp, stuck in the chest of another girl she had grown up with, she picked up a club. Sobbing and screaming at herself to stop all the while, she wielded it with surprising efficiency, despite all the wounds she received while doing so. An arrow pierced through the back of her thigh. A sword cut across her chest. A club cracked against her knee. Hot blood poured from the multitude of wounds, blinding her and filling her existence with pain. Death would have been a blessing at this point. Still she fought on, heading towards the fires in the distance. The blood in her eyes didn’t stop her from seeing her club crash against a fleeing child’s skull, the cry of pain and the sound of the skull cracking lost in the rapidly gather flames. She sobbed harder, tears mingling with blood and making a pink stream down her face. 

She stepped into the flames, and knew only numbness. 

Aramir awoke curled in a ball on the ground, and immediately threw up whatever pitiful contents her stomach had been carrying. The Snow Elf managed to bring herself to her knees, away from the scorch mark she had made on the ground and the puddle of vomit she had spewed. She felt sick, tired, and horrified. She began sobbing again, even as Satori wished them well.

Mar watched the many displays of magic play out with mild interest as she was given allowed time for her body to recover finally when Tyrael’s came around and her head snapped up at his loud voice. Naturally it was hellish scene that greeted her eyes. The room twisted and warped into something dark, her eyes watched the heat rise as it continued to play out. She watched staff members torn to pieces and spared a glance towards the Fallen Orc. Something didn’t seem right about it all. At least from what she knew of him, her body still until Aramir let off an arrow notched in her bow and right into the nearest demon. She didn’t like the idea of provoking trouble because she had nothing to defend herself with. Other than her coils and that needed them to be much close, not wanting to believe the Fallen Orc would allow harm to happen in his presence. 

Soon enough it ended much to her relief. The fight quickly quelled by the Herbamancy teacher, her magic edged into the wooden tables and utensils which quickly sprang into root and plants. When the last of the demons ended the damage was repaired. It was impressive display, Mar thought and her eyes still fixed upon Tyrael as if she sought a wordless explanation. 

The psychomancy teacher raised her glass and made a toast, something simple and odd compared to the other teachers. Then something seemed to have happened. Most the students stopped in middle of their toast and their eyes seemed glazed over in a dreamlike state. Something deep inside Mar felt like hissing a warning, her eyes flickered to the other huntress within the room.

First thing she noticed was Aramir didn’t act right. The Snow Elf’s eyes closed and shifting uncomfortably, her lips moved in what seemed to be a nightmarish fit. Soft, barely audible panic whispered to the air causing the Naga’s neck hairs to tingle in fear. Mar’s head panned the scene to take in similar displays or far worse ones. A few students seemed to share her confusion, their own eyes seemed to also see the cause until some rested upon the teacher. At the head table, the Eysire, Khan, at first appeared uncomfortable and quickly enough grew into concern. Aramir’s mumbles got worse until they turned into heavy sobbing, accompanied by others, before her body gave out from under her. Instantly Mar’s hand shot out and kept the small Elf from hitting the floor too hard, the small biped’s body curled into an infant ball towards the end. 

Angry was thick in the air even though the event had only happen with a moment, her mind distracted when Althalus and other shoved right by her. She let out a warning hiss but he seemed not to care. Inside, Mar was torn between retrieving and discovering what had occurred and the current Elven ball at her tail. The latter happened to win as Althalus would seek her out soon enough. 

“Aramir…Aramir, what happened?” Mar started to ask.