[b][u]Lidda[/u][/b] So many things, good, bad and ugly pulsed through Lidda’s brain when her eyes tried to vainly see through the bandages. Not easy with all blood which seeped through the cloth, dying it red and sticking to the student’s chest. Lidda pulled her eyes away long enough to notice the other’s gathering presence. A small crowd, remains of both the students and teachers, had begun to cage around the trio to satisfy their curiosity. Likely each curious mind had begun to draw their own conclusions about what events transpired and probably not illumining the College in the best light since the demonstrations ended on such a sour note. Fears still rather high, their anxiety wouldn’t be easy to tone down, despite Uicle and Lucilia’s best efforts to ease them. Lidda snorted at the man’s hesitation at her suggestion to set the student down, her mind considered doing it herself until finally he picked up the girl and made his way to the table. Her next thoughts were get the students to back off, their presence not needed or helping. The teacher’s eyes instantly fell on the best person for the job: Val. The moment their eyes met, the smaller Dwarf knew what to do and went about it in her usual gusto. Her chest puffed while she held out her arms, ushering the others away, with her burly, baritone voice ringing out. “Alrite, git yer arses back! Make room, ye hear ‘n give ‘em some space already! Donna ye be standin’ around like a couple ‘o sack of hammers. Lidda’s got tis.” The Vitamancer teacher nodded gratitude to the Rune master, her eyes followed the man’s movement. He cleared the dishes off in one sweep, the dishes and cup sent to clatter upon the floor creating a larger mess. Lidda flinched, both at the mess and the loud sound, before her hooves clip clopped towards the table. The Rune master tried to keep everyone back with her gruff and commanding voice. Lidda listened to the student while she set about to examine the wound. Her hand moved to remove the bandages and see the effects of Deven’s first aid. They got lucky it seems as the closed off wound hadn’t sealed any vein shut and making the healing process that much harder. What many forgot was that Esyire anatomy was slightly different then human’s, mainly cause of the wings and tail. Most would’ve gave treatment that was made for humans and while it worked in general for most Humanoids, in an Esyire then it could possibly cut off any blood flow to the wings and crippled her for life. Currently Lidda was relieved. She started to consider the story told, namely the more she looked upon the wound. The teacher had seen many arrow wounds in her younger days and despite this one’s singed appearance, it fit the bill. Her eyebrow rose to show a subtle hint about her disbelief while she leaned in to check the pulse. Her voice was between her and the student, quietly in a hush tone. “I didn’t know rakes had triangular points…I’ve been in schooling by the Eania military since I was little girl, you see a lot of arrows from practicing cadets accidently stray and finding their way into the oddest places. Umm…might have to consider asking Samuel about borrowing his Truth Rune.” Not saying much more, Lidda’s eyes closed. Her hand stoppered the bleeding when she pressed her palm against it, the warm blood seeped and started to gush a bit. However Aruna would’ve felt a tingle from the finger that spread through her body. It started off weak then grew stronger. The sensation of tissue and muscle re knitted itself without so much as a sting, until finally it faded. She hadn’t healed it all or nor would risk with the slight sick feeling coming on. After shifting all day, her demonstration, and even class teaching had just started to take its toll. Khan’s voice rumbled from behind them all, his path finally made towards the gathered group. “I think it’s likely best we all went to bed. Val, would you help me escort both Aruna and Lidda- Lidda’s hand went up in protest, her other cradled her temple while she spoke. “I’m fine. Just need some r n’ r and we’ll be right as rain again. Nothing more Headmaster, worry more about the Student.” “I do, but you’re also my responsibility too. Val, please? Can you and Serge,” Khan motioned for the three teachers who stepped forward, “help me with getting Lidda and the student to the medical wing? The rest please escort the students to their dorms and aid in clearing way the Dining Hall mess.” While Serge and Val aided Khan in delivering Aruna to the medical wing, the other teachers started usher the students (Ponder forgotten due to his position in the Dining Hall’s farther corner and thanks to his Golem like appearance, his body unmoved until morning.) to their dorms where they were to settle for night. No excuses or delays would be allow, the teachers determined to follow their task to the tee. Aruna would find her wound cleaned, pasted with herbs, bandaged and finally settled within one of the very comfortable beds until the morning arrived. Though she would likely not be allowed any visitors until she requested it or Sam believed she was well enough. [b][center]-----Ivellios-----[/center][/b] Four Gods watched the Opening Feast and the start of the game they played. In silence their eyes absorbed the proceedings and fallout with a variety of reactions, each formed their own thoughts about the unwinding events which became chaotic rather quickly after the Demonomancer’s demonstration. Each God or Goddess had their focus upon a certain figurines, the pawns scattered throughout the Dining Hall, when the climax seemed to have arrived: The Psychomancy event. At the game board’s end stood Ren, his dark olive body braced against the edge and completely still. His sky blue eyes fixed on the small figurine of a red haired Wood Elf, his current chosen, as she slammed down her cup then stood upright. He could tell her intentions easily enough as she made her way towards the teacher table, her direction right for the College’s Psychomancy teacher. There was killing on the Elf’s mind and if she succeeded then Ren’s chance in the game ended, unable to play until at least a decade had passed. His knuckles whitened a bit in anxiety while he started think no one had noticed the ticking time bomb. Not that it was easy as she didn’t easily give herself away; her strides paced enough to eat up the distance but not to draw attention. Aarem started to chuckle, the sound causing the cooper color headed God attention to shift. His eyes firmly fixed in an indifferent stare upon his brother’s mocking comment. “Looks like your risk in choosing the Wood Elf was a mistake Older Brother. If none of your precious College stops her, she’ll end up killing the Psychomancer and end up banished from your little school. Ending your chance before it’s begun. That would be a pity, now wouldn’t it?” Ren merely gave Aarem a harder stare, his eyes seemed to bore a hole through the God of evil yet never spoke a word. Instead his jaw tightened and his attention returned to the board. He vainly tried to ignore Aarem’s snide remarks, his brother unable to know when to stop when he was ahead. “Maybe it’s punishment for keeping me from tormenting that little pest of mine. At least then I could’ve interrupted the proceedings to spare you such humiliation.” Silence only seemed to increase Aarem’s smugness until his eyes caught an unwelcoming sight, a demon from the headmaster sprang into action and instantly ceased the Wood Elf’s efforts. Ren’s body seemed to relax afterwards, no longer concern with his role ending then turned to his brother. His voice held a faint hint of mocking and triumph within it when he started to ask questions. “What were you saying my dear Brother? I believe it was something along the lines about my risk not paying off?” “Tch!” He spat. His body filled with fury and press tightly in a ridge stance, his steps moved away. In result he shoved pass Duuri, who had drawn closer in her need for a better view, now settled beside Ren. Out all the Gods, Duuri seemed the most excite when Satori had done her event. So much that she only flinched and ignored Aarem’s aggressive bump into her shoulder in favor of her currently bouncy mood. Her wild, red hair seemed to be tossed into a worse rat’s nest then before while she bounced up and down in place. Despite her extreme energy, her skin was pale and sickly as if an illness had settled within her giving her frame a lean and slightly bony look. Bright green eyes glinted with glee to see the result of Satori’s work as the staff scrambled to right the event once more, but the damage would’ve been done. “See! Did you See that, she gave them nightmares! Oh goody!” Her giddiness increased in her explanation and her hand whipped out to point at the teacher, showing the others who had been responsible though they already knew. In her shout’s wake, another voice mentally projected itself, more feral and dark, through the other Immortal’s heads. [i] ‘She should’ve done worse… I’m disappointed really.’[/i] Xiah, who flinched at hearing Duuri’s second voice (the Goddess’s domain of insanity well accounted for by it) rattle in her head, scowled at the over energetic Goddess. Her opal irises fixed with distaste at the unladylike display and she effort made to correct it. “Stop it, Duuri! Can’t you behave for one day? We know who it was so quit bouncing around. It’s bad enough you don’t anything with your hair, your complexion looks horrid, and you can’t even find a decent outfit but you have to interrupt our show? You’re just as annoying as your pawn is.” Duuri stopped for a moment and blinked. Her head looked up at Xiah’s harsh insult then drifted to her pawn, seemingly giving the words some actual thought while she examined her game piece. The pawn was a half wood elf and human, who was rather drunk now and made no effort to pay any mind to the other demonstrations. Over all, the pawn wasn’t exciting to Duuri right now. That fun seemed to have faded after the pawn had made Xiah’s Plant woman break down and even threaten to call over the Harmony, the Goddess found amusement at the thought. “See?” Xiah’s hips cocked, believed her point was made and farther degraded Duuri to elevate herself. “Rude, vulgar, and completely unladylike, she can’t even pay enough respect to care about the teacher’s events. How you ever came up with the idea to choose her, I will never understand. No positive quality’s to make her worthy of being a Goddess’s hero. Even dear Ren’s Wood Elf has her perks.” Duuri lifted her hair from her eyes, her face scrunched up in disgust. “You mean that thing with the Thief and the Rune being dropped down her shirt? Yuck. My pawn would be more fun if she had her armor on, I’d make sure of that!” ‘Have it shatter limb or turn it into slowsilver where she’s slowly poisoned during battle.’ Ren’s voice interrupted them as it sought to quiet the squabbling, namely before it gave him a headache. “Duuri, killing your pawn will end your role in the game. Xiah, not all pawns will meet your standards. If I remember right, Aarem’s pawn doesn’t meet your standards either. Now Silence the both of you while I’m watching the end part, I want to see how the Headmaster handles this.” “But Ren!” Both girls began only be cut short thanks to a pissed off look by the ruling God, their protest died immediately. [b][center]-----College passing into the Next Day------[/center][/b] As the evening feast drew to a close, the last of the remaining student body had either retired or left on the long journey home leaving the College to attend to their nightly duties. Staff made from a variety of races, scurried about to clear away the night’s earlier festivities as the chaos left behind. Tables were cleaned away, dishes both empty and full were sent back to the kitchen to be washed, and chairs broken were quickly replaced. Everything was returned to its original state when the students had first arrived. Any found items and trinkets left behind, likely by drunken students, had been delivered to Lucilia’s office shortly. Nary had any employee dared to ears dropped on the closed door conversation between the Headmaster himself and Satori, most hastened their steps past the sounds muffled by the room. In the hours towards midnight, most the activity had ceased within the College. Most the staff, students, and even teachers were finally settled down for the night. Likely asleep but one in particular had once again began to wander his usual path throughout the College hallways. Khan couldn’t easily sleep after the events of the feast seemed to have spiral out his claws and ended in several students deciding it was best to leave, his mind pondered over this year’s success being less than in past ones. He silently wandered the wounding hallways in his attempt to ease his frustrated mind and mill over his failure. The Esyire took pride in his duties and sought to complete them the best he could, his heart usually take the failure fully upon himself and no other. It was his greatest flaw after all. So many things he could’ve done different yet he didn’t, a mistake he would learn from. After several hours of pacing most the night, the Headmaster turned towards his and became the last creature to retire to sleep. At least he was out of those who needed it. The morning would’ve brought new problems alongside classes and other needs that had to be met, Khan facing them all when dusk turned to dawn. For now… he hoped a dreamless sleep would release him from those tasks.