[@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN] The man gave a hearty laugh before taking one of each of the breakfast items on the hot iron and put it between the two pieces of toast with a few slices of cheese he had hidden in a cooler spot under a table so it wouldn't melt. He took a large hammer after putting all the food into the toasted sandwich, stacked high and almost ready to fall over, then brought the hammer crashing down on top of the sandwich, smashing it into a easily held disk like mess. He offered the sandwich to his kin, and then began to speak. [color=ed1c24]"Hahaaa, I am not the master enchanter brother. I am Dovlin Ahbarer."[/color] This name was one of instant recognition in the realm of the dwarves. Dolvin Ahbarer was known far and wide in the dwarven lands as the finest smith in recent dwarven history, who disappeared about 15 years ago after taking a trip to a close by kingdom. [color=ed1c24]"The master you're reffering to, is master Tivi Rovi, a dear friend of mine. Those enchantments you saw on your way in were his doing. Though the metalwork is of my personal hand."[/color] He gave a hearty laugh that filled the room as he made yet another sandwich in the same fashion. [hr] [@Legion02] [color=6ecff6]"Oh... I see. Yes yes. Come in young one."[/color] Her voice was a bit sharp and deliberate from word to word, but her voice still felt somehow gentle. She moved away from the door and allowed the student to come in. Upon entering the room, the first thing someone would notice would be it was remarkably typical for a classroom. There were rows of tables lined up and facing a stage like area. There were several paper bulbs on one of the tables, made of parchment that was remarkably yellowed and stiff looking. Master Lunilla moved gracefully through the room, making her way deliberatly to a free table. Her outfit was a long pearly blue robe that hid any sign of her figure, and it was almost indistinguishable from her silver flowing hair. She sat at the table and motioned for her student to come sit with her. When he was at the table with her, she calmly took the book and placed it onto the table. [color=6ecff6]"First I should explain, my title of the rune weaver is one given to me for what many in this land would consider a rather... Unusual... Method of casting my spells..."[/color] Her hands began to glow at the tips of her fingers as she guided them through the air with the gentleness of a flowing stream. As she did, lines began to take shape where her fingers moved. It soon made a floating character unfamiliar to the student, or anyone in the school for that matter. The character glowed with a gentle blue pale glow, and somehow felt gentle. She let him observe for a moment, but then soon placed her hand behind the character with her palm facing outward and spoke very deliberately and very sharply. [color=6ecff6]"Wéifēng."[/color] A gentle breeze blew from out of the character and onto the boy's face that he could tell was not present in the room naturally. [color=6ecff6]"In [i]my[/i] land, this is how magic is normally cast. It was actually strange to me, that you all do not use magic this way." [/color]She straightened her pointer and middle fingers and quickly swiped through the character from the side and then down the middle, making it dissipate into thin air. [color=6ecff6]"However, because of this strange magic to you, I was dubbed a user of a similar concept called runes. But in my land, magic is part of everyday life. Because of this, my knowledge from my days in the monastery have made me in this land's eyes an expert in the usage of magic, and the application of it in practicality for use in every day life. This has also lead to me becoming a teacher in magical concepts. And so that brings us to your focus."[/color] She motioned to the book. [color=6ecff6]"A focus, in essence, is an extension of a mage's self. A personal tool that is bonded to them, and assists them only. To make one I cannot help you too much, as the process is incredibly intimate and personal between a mage and their focus. You must carry it at all times, and you must flow your magic into it regularly, constantly even. It is the same process as a fortune teller bonding with their cards to tell the future. You must likewise, bond to your focus."[/color] The master waved her hands in the air and made projections of her lecture as she spoke, giving a small visual aid as she spoke. [color=6ecff6]"There is something I [i]can[/i] do for you however. I can give you a way to bond with your focus more directly."[/color] [hr] [@Rune_Alchemist] Very abruptly the door swung open and Isil found herself swooped up into the arms of a large woman with a motherly deeper voice. [color=f49ac2]"Oh why HELLO my new student! HELLO, HELLO, HELLOOOOOOOOO!"[/color] The large woman squeezed the student affectionately and tightly before putting her back down onto the ground. The woman that had just suddenly man-handled the poor elf was a large, rather plump and homely woman and came off as intolerably overly friendly. [color=f49ac2]"I am master Liyva! The Restoration teacher! I am so happy to have you in my class young miss Isilfarrel!"[/color] [hr] [@MadManMoon] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171018/7d7fb27e119101672402f45de5482aa0.png[/img][/center] (Because that other name was awful and non-immersive lol) [hr] The Drow and the Dark Elves have often times in culture been called the same. This however, is simply not true. While it is true that the Drow are descended from the Dark Elves and share many similarities, they are intrinsically an entirely separate race. It is notable to state that the Dark Elves and Drow despise each other, this is due to years of political differences. While the Dark Elves are known to be cruel and inhumane in their practices, having built cities on slave labor and attempted to invade and conquer other nations regularly; the Drow are known to live in a more tribal life style in a secluded forest on the coast of the mainland. The Drow refuse to take slaves, and often avoid communing with the outside world. This is due to their falling out with the Dark Elf society many generations ago, and this is where the term "Drow" originated. The term was originally a slur used to denote "lesser" beings in the dark elf blood pool, that didn't have the traits that Dark Elves deemed to be the proof of superior genetics. Because of these lack of genetic traits, these "lesser" dark elves were enslaved by their own people, and often worked along side human prisoners and tiefling slave workers. But one day, a revolution occurred, and the small group of rebellious slaves that embraced their new name "Drow", gained their freedom. Once they escaped to the forest they now call their home, they spent generations there and soon they began to change. [hr]