[h3][color=662d91]Vale Azsier[/color][/h3]

 The night air was cold, the streets empty and quiet all except for a small cry or whimper from a nearby alley. Through the darkness of the small pathway tucked in between two stone buildings where three people. Two lumbering figures with brown rotting clothes and crocked broken smiles had cornered a smaller figure dressed in brighter better kept clothing and strawberry blonde hair in the corner of the alley. A small shimmer of a metal blade blinked in the moon light, while the one figure with the knife kept the small figure quite the other rummaged through a pack that clearly was not his. The smaller figure pushed the other off, the moon light revealing her elven face. But the moon light also revealed the faces of the two humans who were able to push the girl back in the corner.
 
  Yet they were interrupted the male rummaging through the girls things turned to see another figure behind them, effectively cutting off their escape. At first the two thought it was some passerby wanting to stop them, “[color=ed1c24]Oi, this business don’t concern the likes of you rat, be on yer way before we run ya through[/color]” the threat didn’t make this person move. Slowly the two stopped what they were doing and faced this new threat, the girl was quietly crying curled up on the ground behind them. It was only when it was too late did they notice the blade in the mysterious figures hand, it looked like a very well-made long sword with one key difference. This blade was green and in an instant the man was suddenly in front of them.

 The two were dispatched with one swing, the girl slowly stood still shaky and stepped up to embrace her savior, “[color=00aeef]thank you for saving me[/color]” was all she could think to say while starring up at the figure before her. [color=92278f]“Why are you thanking me?”[/color] the first and only words the girl would hear, the figure pulled back his hood and smiled at her. The elf knew, she could tell what this man was. Dark tattoos that crossed over him and sharp animal like fangs that glinted in the moon light. Dark Elf. She screamed but it was cut short.

  The man seemed relived and happy that he was able to satisfy his blood lust and acquire a few new bottles of blood before going to this wretched school. Yet he couldn’t help but notice when he looked around at his surroundings, the girl’s bag. Inside the leather pack were many books on potion making and enchanting as well as a few herbs he recognized where used for potion making, Along with other personal items was a list of items. Some he knew others he did not and at the bottom of the list was a small note, “[u]Sarah please retrieve these items for me[/u]” it was signed by someone but the name was smudged with blood, and he couldn’t make out the name, but he could clearly make out the last part, the persons title or job, “[u]The Grand Arcanium, Alchemy Master[/u].”

  Some would call it a set back where others would call it an opportunity. Checking once more to be sure he was leaving little to no trace of himself he left the alley yet, once again he found himself staring up at the tower that is his current objective. He glanced back down the alley only for a moment before moving on.

	The next day

  The entrance to this place was littered with people sleeping out front in what looked to him as a grand court yard. These things that were sleeping didn’t even have a fire watch, if he were in command of one of their strike groups he would be sure to execute them quickly and quietly then they would search the bodies for Intel or other unique items. But alas he was not commanding a strike group and would have to find a spot among the others to meditate. At least his ring was a good investment only needing to meditate for a few hours to be fully rested was very useful. So the Dark Elf found a spot he knew would be in the shade when the sun rose and was out of the way from being noticed by the others.

  His instincts proved correct as the sun rose, and he was safely in the shade, his cloak helping him keep the bright light from bothering him too much. Then came the thunder and wait to enter was over, still, he kept his distance from the others watching listening waiting for the rest of the group to enter before he followed. Still, he kept quiet as he followed keeping an eye on the chaotic way the building was set up, where others would see beautiful structures all he could see was a mess and a place that made no sense. The Dark Elf continued on the tour being sure to pick up on any tidbits of information the others shared amongst themselves. This cast of characters was certainly going to be fun to mess with, he could already hear some things about possible sensitive subjects.

  The cast of lesser here was quite diverse, aside from the usual amount of humans. He could hear a few people talk of royalty and something about taking back their thrones. Another was a high elf and a tiefling, disgusting creatures the both of them. They seemed to be friends or maybe she was his employer of some kind. There seemed to also be a gnome running about, such strange insects the lot of them. Then he spotted another larger and louder insect. The dwarf, such crude creatures. None of the other human children interested him and neither did the fight towards the end of the tour, what kind of fight or dual didn’t end in someone’s death. This place and its rules would take some time to adjust too.

  Slowly he disconnected himself from the others walking toward his new room. The hallway for said rooms was long yet simple. The doors were finely crafted and the names of the occupant glowed on the door. Eventually he found a door with his name on it, the door and frame were crafted from a Grey ash wood and the handle looked as if a black snake had wrapped itself around the handle. He opened the door to reveal a very simple room, small but the table chair and bed inside looked to be of fine quality.

  He was only really there to find his room and once he did he began to explore the grand library once more. This place seemed to employ otters of all creatures to aid in book keeping. Personally he preferred the spiders of the dark temple, their dangerous beauty reflected that of the Dark Elves allowed to be in the temple. That and they kept the unwanted bugs at bay while being able to capture unwanted persons with their webs. Still, the elf brushed past a few of the otters receiving angry squeaks as he cut them off or brushed past them. He didn’t care as far as he was concerned they were simply edible vermin.

  He had been exploring for some time when he noticed a small crow next to him, how odd that this place would employ so many creatures. It was all he was able to think to himself before it cawed rather loudly and repeated something about a feast before exploding. He rather enjoyed the last part of the message and decided that he could commit the rest of this building to memory at a later date. And so the Dark Elf walked back down the long winding halls and book shelves till he finally arrived back at the mess hall.

  Such a strange feeling, Never in his life had he been caught off guard like this, he was expecting some simple food especially for some of these lowly members who would barely deserve to eat at all. But this was something else, rich flavors and deep complex smells. All these new things seemed to force the elf to pull the hood of his cloak back revealing his face to the others. He was indeed beautiful for an elf, purple tattoos circled around his face and his piercing purple eyes darted around the cafeteria. He held himself with an air of superiority and purpose that far outweighed anything else. The elf also pulled his cloak back around him to both cover his bag but also expose the fine light leather armor he wore underneath.

  Resting his left hand on the pommel of his sword he moved forward, he didn’t acknowledge any of the others as he moved he simply grabbed a plate of medium rare steak and found a spot near a corner where he could keep his back against the wall. Still, he did not see other Dark elves yet as he ate the steak rather quickly. He would have savored the taste if not for his years of training that told him to eat fast while it was in front of him. After all, there was never a guarantee that he would be able to eat more food later on. Even if he was in his magical place he still kept his guard up continuously looking around at the others as he ate.