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

  Vale had spent many hours past curfew scouring the library for books that might help him. He found several books that would aid him in his research on self-enchantment, water magic, and transportation magic’s. But alas even the proud Dark Elf began to feel fatigue and made his way back to his room making sure to place the books carefully with in the medium-sized bag of holding on his hip. A very helpful tool indeed having one not having to worry about packing around a large back pack and the added benefit of the curse that was put on it paralyze any who tried to open it without the right touch. He had nearly committed the first few floors to memory before wandering back, finding his room untouched from where he left it.

  The elf decided to meditate for the few hours he needed to in order to regain his focus. He glanced at the silver band around his right ring finger, with an old inscription of runes engraved in the polished surface. The ring was incredibly useful for him, turning what normally would take 4 hours of meditation to feel rested into 2 hours. Not only that, but he rarely found himself to be hungry.

  Slowly he took off the light armor he wore laying it carefully on the desk he was provided and continued to strip till he wore nothing but a dark silk cloth around his waist. He rested his sword carefully across the top of the small dresser as he did this, only to retrieve it once more as well as a small bottle of blood and a dark crimson colored towel from his bag. He spent more than a few minutes dabbing the towel in blood and polishing the masterwork vorpal blade that now rested across his legs.

  The sword was well-built by master smiths and enchanted by masters, imbued with dark magic and energy. The green glimmer to the blade shinned brightly as it was polished meticulously and slowly, the Dark Elf being careful of the bite of the edge. Always sharp and for him light and balanced the blade held a hunger for blood, Vale had noticed early on that the longer the sword went without a taste of blood he would in turn become more aggressive and impatient. It was always strange to him how this sword could quite possible have a mind of its own to influence his own emotions.

  Before too much longer he found himself holding the sword out in front of him and meditating. As his body and mind rested he continued to play over the mission he was given again and again in his mind and why he was here. The vision of the priestess standing over him as he bowed and stood, the priestess Metissia who had over seen the final phase of his training and who he was tasked too. He remembered what she had said as she walked around him, she liked to pace as she spoke.

  “[color=f6989d]Your orders are clear but you have some lenience with how you carry them out[/color]” she paused and looked at Vale who was standing straight and at attention like a good soldier. “[color=f6989d]Remember I need someone who can perform these things that I ask, continue this training at the tower and be careful. Failure is not acceptable.”[/color]

  Vale only responded with a nod and a simple phrase, “[color=92278f]Yes my lady[/color]” a simple informal acknowledgment.

  [color=f6989d]“Good you have your orders Vale, now go gather your things and get out of my sight.” [/color]A simple order that he followed but before he could get out of the dark room she spoke again, “[color=f6989d]And do be careful would you. I have invested far too much influence and time into you for you to get killed or kicked out of that tower[/color]” her voice was soft and quiet, she was not there to be heard she was there to be listened too.

                                              The Next Day

  He had spent a bit longer than he thought meditating and was in the middle of getting dressed when another Raven propped open his door and slowly skipped in. Vale, anticipating this one to also be loud and obnoxious readied a small shot of dark magic to extinguish the bird if it did so. Yet it did not, it cooed a few times before hopping up onto his desk and watched him for a little while. He ignored the bird for a little while getting dressed as the bird continued to watch.

  As he finished getting dressed the bird finally did something other than stare and coo. It unfolded into some kind of parchment that held his schedule? Or assignments? It seemed strange as he read through the list. He was pleased to learn that the high elf was not in his class and felt a bit off or really didn’t know how to feel about the Dark Elf Wizard who was teaching destructive arts. Vale doubted he was wanted or was a deserter, perhaps he was sent here to stay whatever the reason it was something he would have to look into later. For now, he was hungry and wanted something to eat as he headed towards the mess hall once more.