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Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

Rodrick

Rodrick found his way to his room without much effort. A magical map that led you right to were you needed to be was quite amazing at making life easy. The dorms were large and all located on the outskirts of the campus. As Rodrick passed by building he couldn't help but wonder at the grandeur of it all. Everything looked so clean, almost impossibly so. No only was it clean it felt...alive. Like the entire campus was humming with something that Rodrick couldn't quite put his finger on.

The young tiefling found what he assumed to be his dorm building. Out in the hall was an interesting collection of characters, all heading towards their respective rooms. He quickly, and somewhat nervously, noticed that there was a large mix of both male students. Were the dorm's co-ed?

Choosing not to think about that right now Rodrick quickly started counting down the door numbers. "634.......634......6...30...4 Here." He whispered to himself. As he reached out and touched the door nob he felt something click. Had the door just unlocked itself? How odd. He pushed the door open and looked at his new room. The room wasn't overly large but it was certainly spacious. He noticed a comfy looking bed, a desk, and large wardrobe. Books, papers, quills and ink were all stacked on top of the desk. In the other corner was a simple looking door, but when Rodrick opened it he let out a small gasp. A bath...THERE WAS A BATH. How long hat it been since Rodrick had gotten to take a REAL bath. He quickly put down his lute and rushed over to the large tub. He ran his hand around the edges of the tub. For a moment he wondered how he was supposed to get the hot water when he spotted the knob on the end of the tub. Slowly, as if scared it might explode, he turned the knob, and watched in wonder as steaming hot water poured out.

Barely able to control his excitement, Rodrick tore off his tattered and filthy clothes and hopped into the tub. It was like years of hardship were being peeled off of his body. This wasn't simple hot water. Pain he had forgotten he was feeling melted away. As he scrubbed himself he noticed that the dirt and grime came off far easier then he had expected. Was even the water in this place magic?

After a while Rodrick finally peeled himself out of the bath. He found a fantastically fluffy and soft and fluffy towel sitting nearby and wrapped it around himself. He looked down at the ragged, decrepit clothes he had been wearing. If he was being honest with himself they probably needed to be burned. He wandered over to the wardrobe. Hadn't the giant talking crystal told him a uniform would be waiting for him. He opened the wardrobe to find a stunning uniform staring back at him. It was sleek and black. A long sleeved black shirt with the Hoseforn emblem embroidered in gold sat next to a black coat with golden pads on the shoulders. Some cream colored pants and a new pair of black boots finished off the outfit and a small red cape finished off the outfit.

He hesitated only a moment before putting the uniform on. It fit perfectly! That wasn't an exaggeration either, it actually fit perfectly. It fit snuggly against his skin without restricting any movement. It was soft and comfortable, but felt thick and sturdy. Were these made magically too? They almost had to be.

Rodrick sat on his bed with a sigh. He felt overwhelmed. This whole thing felt like a dream, one he prayed he wasn't going to wake up from. He never would have imagined anything like this was possible. He wondered who his secret benefactor had been. Why would anyone have wasted their time with him? Was it something his mother had done before she passed? She never would have had enough money to pay for a place like this.

A solemn sadness started to creep over him. He had never been able to stop missing her. He wished for the thousandth time that he could talk to her just one more time. He wished he could hear her voice, or feel her hugging him, just one more time.

Without really realizing what he was doing, Rodrick picked up his lute and began to play. The music came naturally to him at this point in life. He didn't think about what he was doing, he just poured his emotions into his lute. This was always his coping mechanism. Music stopped him from falling further into the sadness that he had feared would swallow him whole one day and allowed him to express himself in way words had never been able to.

Rodrick didn't play for long. Some part of him knew that he needed to get down to the main hall again. He certainly didn't want to risk being late. Carefully, Rodrick placed his lute on his bed and grabbed his map, and stepped out of his dorm into the hall, hoping that he was ready for what came next.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

@Omni5876 It looks good. He will learn spells at the school so you can leave it blank for now. Go ahead and post him in the CS tab

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

@Omni5876 We are indeed. Feel free to throw together a cs

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

First post is up. A couple of important points.

1. Everyone must speak to the giant crystal in the main hall first. Its name is Athena and smaller forms of it can be found in every dorm and all across the campus.

2. You guys are welcome to dorm together or by yourselves. 2 people per dorm.

HAVE FUN

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Asmodius Hoseforn sat crossed legged on the floor of his balcony that overlooked Hoseforn's Academy for Gifted Adventurers. His eyes were closed and odd pipe with a blue and green crystal in its bowl sat in his mouth. He mumbled something to himself for a while, though the words were incoherent to anyone who was listening. The warm sun and slight breeze made the day almost picaresque. Who could have asked for a better start to the new semester. Hoseforn stopped mumbling and removed the pipe from his mouth, letting out a stream of rainbow colored smoke. "How goes the ceremony preparations Mari." He called without turning his head to look behind him. His voice was ragged, but came out strong and far clearer then someone would expect from someone so ancient.

A stunning woman moved next to him, her long green and black swayed lightly in the wind. She wore silky white blouse that stopped midway down her stomach. Her long green and black body moved almost silently behind her. "Everything is ready. But you knew that." She said, her voice silky and pleasant. Mari peered over the balcony, watching as a flood of students poured into the Main Hall. It was easy to tell the new students from the old, as returning students already had their uniforms on. Form's of all shapes and sizes and colors poured into the school. This was, perhaps, one of the few places in all of Ealinata that everyone was welcome. "Of course I knew that, but it's polite to ask." Hoseforn said, opening one eye slightly before taking another puff from his pipe.

"Right. How kind of you. I'm sure you also know you shouldn't be smoking. It'll shorten your life." Mari said smirking lightly as Hoseforn coughed out a laugh as if she had made some great joke though no one else would understand. "If smoking was going to kill me Id've been dead centuries ago. Ahh Dex, you're back. How did it go?"

Mari managed to hold back her surprise as she noticed Dex standing behind Hoseforn. That man was unnaturally quiet. Maya's senses were excellent, and wards she had in place around her should have made it impossible for anyone to sneak up on her. Yet somehow Dex always managed to appear without her noticing. It was, frankly, creepy as hell.

"They were dead by the time I arrived." Dex's voice came out in a flat and muffled tone. The mask that hid his face also made his voice echo lightly, although he wasn't hard to understand. "I only found one thing of interest." Dex said as he pulled out a blackened scroll with a thick dob of black wax sealing it and offered it to Hoseforn. Mari involuntarily recoiled away from the scroll. "That thing is...Wrong" She hissed, her voice losing all the pleasantness it had held before. The blackened scroll gave off a grotesque and unnatural feeling, as if touching it would cause you to rot from the inside out. Maya had seen cursed and evil objects before. But had none had felt like that.

Hoseforn's stared at the scroll for a moment, his face becoming serious as he plucked the scroll from Dex's hands. He studied it for only a moment, his brow furrowed, before pressing the scroll against his left hand. A small hole appeared in Hoseforn's palm and he pushed the scroll into it, the hole disappearing once the scroll was fully inside. "Well done as always Dex. Maurine, please gather the rest of the staff. The welcoming feast will be beginning soon." Mari nodded her head slowly, trying to erase the horrible feeling that the scroll had left in her stomach. She knew that Hoseforn was only trying to distract her from the scroll, but it was a distraction she was more then happy to indulge in.

As she turned to leave she spotted a thin, red skinned young man with large goat like horns protruding from his head. His clothes looked filthy and ragged and a lute was strapped securely to his back. He looked more like he belonged in a alleyway somewhere then at an elite school for adventurers. "What is it?" Asked Dex as he stepped over to the edge of the balcony. "I believe I just spotted Maya's little project." Maurine said before slithering off to gather the rest of the staff.

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Rodrick walked tentatively down the path towards, what he hoped, was Hoseforn's main hall. One hand held that strange scroll he had found some weeks ago, and the other held onto the strap of his lute, as if he would need it to ward off an incoming attack. There was a part of him that felt like this had to be some cruel joke. He had never applied to Hoseforn's. He had never even dreamed to apply to Hoseforn's to be honest. He lacked the money, skill, or influence required to enter, so why would they have reached out to him? It had to be either a prank or a mistake.

"I came all this way, might as well see for myself." He mumbled to himself.

Rodrick moved apprehensively into the Main Hall, and was met with the strangest sight he had ever seen. In the center of the room was an enormous crystal. The crystal was roughly two stories tall with a giant beam of light flowing into the bottom of it. The crystal was surrounded on all sides by separated booths and students were standing in them, seemingly speaking to the crystal. Hesitantly, Rodrick moved towards the crystal and stepped into an empty booth. A shimmering rainbow of color appeared before. It looked almost like a cloud, and it glowed with each word it spoke. "Greeting's new student. I am Athena. Welcome to Hoseforn's Academy for Gifted Adventurers. Please present your acceptance scroll now."

"Uhhh.o..kay." Rodrick said, slightly blindsided by the enormous talking crystal. He held up the scroll, feeling as if this is were any hope he had of a new life would come crashing down on him. A small beam of light flashed over the scroll, and strange glyphs that had not been visible before glowed brightly. "Letter accepted. Welcome Rodrick Malentine." The acceptance letter changed suddenly into a, what Rodrick could only assume, was a map of the school. A multi colored line was drawn from the main building to one of the buildings on the outskirts of the school. "This is a map of the school grounds, your dorm number is 634. A fresh uniform and any supplies you require will be waiting for you. Please change...bathe... and return to the Main Hall within an hour and a half for the welcoming feast. Attendance is mandatory."

Rodrick had lots of questions. Was this a dream? Where had the scroll come from? Why did this crystal have a name and why was it speaking to him? But there was one question had bothered him for weeks, but he had been to afraid to ask. "How am I supposed to pay for all of this? I don't have any money." The crystal halted for a moment, before flashing again. "Your time at Hoseforn's has been covered by an anonymous donor. We require no money from you for the foreseeable future." This only raised more questions in Rodrick's mind, but it would have to wait. With the map held in his hand, he made his way towards his new dorm. The tiniest spark of hope forming in his heart.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

The Staff

Asmodius Hoseforn

Name: Asmodius Hoseforn

Race: Human

Age: Really...really...really old

Gender: Male

Appearance: Asmodius Hoseforn, often referred to as Hoseforn, is an exceptionally old man. His skin is wrinkled and spotted but remains taught against what was once a muscular build. His hair and beard have turned entirely gray, however, he seems to few signs of balding. He once stood a bit over 6’2” but old age has caused him to slouch and he stands closer to 5’10”. The color’s of his robes have been known to change color sporadically, though they often remain brown. He can always be found wearing a large pointed hat that generally droops to the side and many speculate is as hold as Hoseforn himself.

Class: Wizard probably

Personality: Hoseforn is a difficult man to predict. He is often care free and cheerful but there is a certain madness to his gaze that has a tendency to unsettle those around him. He rarely speaks a cruel word, but when angered he has been known insult grown men to tears. Undeniably intelligent, many also consider him absolutely crazy, though none have ever been able to prove it. He somehow manages to be kind heart-ed and greedy at the same time.

Biography: The history of Hoseforn is long and complicated, Most of the information about him comes in the form of fables or superstitions, however, some concrete information can be found if one looks hard enough. Hoseforn is believed to be at least 250 years old, though his true age is likely much older. He joined the Magus' Librarium as an already old man with an astounding understanding of magical theory and abilities that far out shined most of the other Magus. Despite his power and knowledge, his strangeness caused many to stay far... far away from him. Records state that he spent nearly 30 years in the Magus Librarium’s many libraries, only leaving to sleep, eat, or bathe. He then disappeared for 5 years without a trace, it s a complete mystery what he did in those years.

The next time Hoseforn was officially spotted was upon the sudden appearance of Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers. It is said that school simply materialized in a matter of moments, but this is just a myth,. The truth is that it took 3 days for the school to finish construction. How he managed to build the school so quickly is still a hotly debated topic among scholars.

Hoseforn’s opened about a month after its construction has existed for over 150 years. Hoseforn has always acted as its caretaker and dean, even occasionally teaching a class. How he has managed to stay alive for so long is another mystery that baffles scholars, as living past 100 is extremely rare for humans, even human mages. Even stranger is the fact that in the 150 years since Hoseforn’s Academy opened, Hoseforn’s appearance has not changed in the least.

Maya Jhalavar

Name: Maya Jhalavar

Race: Drow (A race of dark skinned elves who often live in far away from the rest of society.

Age: 326

Gender: Female

Appearance: Maya is tall and slender, standing at about 6’0” even. Her skin is grayish-purple in color and long silvery white hair reaches well past her waist. Her eyes are generally light blue in color but have been known to glow bright enough to be seen in the dark. Her face is kind and attractive and she can almost always be found with a smile on her face. She usually wears a long black dress with slits in the side to allow ease of movement. She carries a twin pair of khopesh, long swords with a crescent curve towards the end of them. Her swords are a gleaming silver color with a strange blue that follows the edge of the blade.
Class: Sword Dancer (An exceptional sword wielder his movements are often compared to dancing. The unique style is hard to predict and incredibly fast though it lacks the brute strength of other styles.)

Personality: Maya is an incredibly kind and loving soul. She’s rather playful and will dance or sing any chance she is given. Her carefree and kind attitude is often mistaken for childish or immature, but any stupid enough to try and trick Maya are shown the dark, brutal side of Maya that so many Drow are famous for.

Classes Taught: Swordsmanship, General Combat, and any classes to do with dancing or music.

Biography: Maya grew up with where most drow do, beneath the Dead Island in a place most call the Beneath. Drow are known as cruel and viscous people, they value power and worship Grimma above all other gods. Maya, was different.

From a very young age Maya wanted nothing more then to dance and sing. She almost couldn’t help but smile, much to the distress of her parents and those around her. She was an outcast among her people, a stain unworthy of their time or attention, but this never seemed to bother her. What did bother her, was the almost uniform cruelty of her people. How could an entire species be so full of hate and malice. As she reached the age of what most races refer to as “pre-teen” it became clear that she needed to leave the drow and find her own way. Her peoples patience with her had become non-existent, and she knew that she would not be allowed to live if she stayed. She waited until the early hours of the morning, snuck out of The Beneath, and stowed away on a slave vessel headed for the mainland.

She does not speak much of her early years on Ealinata. She stayed in Windlton for a time, but the town showed to many characteristics that reminded her of her home, so she left to travel the world. She attempted to visit the Grand Tree, but the elves there were suspicious and uninviting towards her. She attempted to make her way too Balmoria, and wound up in the desert, where she nearly died. It was here that she met an already ancient wizard who gave her food, water, and shelter.

The old wizard was somewhat mad, but he had a true kindness too him that Maya had not often experienced. He took her the rest of the way to Balmoria and paid for her to train with a local sword maiden, an elf woman named Lizayla. For nearly 100 years Maya honed her craft, her swordcraft becoming legendary. She moved like a dancer, swift, beautiful, and extremely deadly.

Maya adventured for a time, but when Hoseforn appeared, she had assumed the man had been long dead, and offered her a job teaching at his new academy, she couldn’t help but accept. She has taught at Hoseforn ever since.

Sir Vermont Baleth

Name: Sir Vermont Baleth

Race: Human

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: Sir Vermont is an middle aged, rugged man. He’s tall at 6’4” with a powerful muscles that have not lost their tone. His hair is a mixture of gray and black, though it leans more towards gray in recent years. His body holds many scars from past battles, and an eye-patch covers his right eye. When not adventuring he wears a perfectly pressed black tunic with gold embroidering along the edges. The tunic holds two patches, one for Hoseforn’s, and the other the symbol of Storalla, the god of life. When adventuring or if he believes he is about to be in combat Vermont wears a set of heavy silver plate mail. The armor looks simple enough and has the symbol of Storalla etched into the pauldrons. The inside of the armor has runes etched into it, giving him boosts in strength and endurance and making the armor almost unbreakable.
Class: High Paladin of Storalla

Personality: Sir Vermont is about as gruff and stern as they come. He rarely smiles and has little time for foolish games. While he is generally even tempered, he does not tolerate cruelty or prejudice in his presence, and has been known to use force when he feels it necessary. He rarely yells, but has look that is entirely capable of sending shivers down a grown mans spine. He does have a caring and softer side and believes all living things are a gift from Storalla, though you wouldn’t guess so from being around him.
Classes Taught: General Combat and Healing. His is also in charge of any church matters on the campus

Biography: Vermont was left at a church of Storalla as an infant, his mother to young to take care of him. Even as a child he was always more serious than most, never playing with the other children and spending most of his time studying scriptures. His strong sense of justice became evident at an early age as he began to get into fights with anyone who attempted to be cruel towards his fellow orphans. He always accepted his punishments for fighting, but would never apologize, saying that it was his duty to help those who couldn't help themselves.

It quickly became clear that he was a natural fighter, and so he was sent to train as a paladin. He rose quickly through the ranks, out classing many who were much older than him. Once he officially obtained the rank of Paladin he went off on his own to search out any “evil” he could find. In his early 30’s he was promoted to a High Paladin, a title that bestowed him a great deal of authority within the church and led to him being known as Sir Vermont.

It’s not widely known why or how he began teaching at Hoseforn’s. He had never been the nurturing type, but he took the job with what appeared to be little consideration. He has been teaching at Hoseforn’s for a little over 5 years now.

Dex

Name: Dex

Race: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male (Probably)

Appearance: Dex stands at about 6’0” even. His features are impossible to make out due to the leather armor that covers his entire body. The most striking thing about his appearance is the beaked mask that he has covering his face, whether he wears the mask for comfort or for some other reason is unknown. He carries with him a plethora of weapons. Two blackened shorts swords sit on his waist. Throwing knives adorn his body as well as numerous small pouches with different potions and powders. The most striking weapon is his long, recurve bow. The bow seems to be carved out of some type of bone and is littered with runes. His leather armor is heavily runed with anti-magic scripts, causing most spell to evaporate as they come in contact with him.

Class: Rogue

Personality: Dex is quiet and immensely secretive. He rarely speaks except when teaching or when asked a direct question. It is the general consensus that it feels….uncomfortable to be around him. Many believe him to be a trained killer. He has rarely been seen disciplining a student, but this is most likely because few are dumb enough to act out in front of him. He has a frighteningly intelligent and tactical mind.

Classes Taught: Stealth, Archery, Potions and Elixirs, Hand-to-Hand Combat

Biography: To say that Dex’s history is unknown would be an understatement. No one has been able to dig up any information on him, and even his fellow teachers don’t know him well. There are rumors of him being an assassin, but no one has proof. The only information that others have been able to dig up on him is that he’s worked at Hoseforn’s for the past 10 years. He has been known to disappear for weeks at a time, though no one knows where he goes. He is also terrifyingly efficient in a fight and very knowledgeable about the subject’s he teaches.

Maurine Rickter

Name: Maurine Rickter (Not her real name but the one she took as a teacher)

Race: Naga (Naga are a sort of snake/human hybrid. They are often able to take on the form a a large serpant, a normal human, or a mix of the two.)

Age: 250

Gender: Female

Appearance: Has three forms she is capable of taking. In her serpent form she is 16’ long with green and black scales and a white underbelly. Her head is cobra like with with long pointed fangs capable of dispensing venom. Her eyes are yellow with black slits for pupils.

In her human form she stands at 5’6” with a thin and toned body. She has no scales to speak of, though her eyes do retain the yellow color and slits for pupils. Her hair is is a greenish black in color and her ears have a slight point to them.

Most often though she appears as a mixture of the two forms. She has the long snake like body where her legs would be but retains a human torso. Black and green scales cover her forearms and her fingers have sharp dagger like nails. Her teeth are generally sharper then a humans in this form. Her hair is long and the same blackish green color as her human form, but her ears become even more pointed.

Class: Sorceress

Personality: Maurine, known as Mari by most of the staff, is a hard individual to read. She often comes off as cold and calculating. She has little time for foolish games and will not hesitate to discipline those she feels are making foolish decisions. However, there is a great deal of kindness in her. She seems to love teaching and watching her students grow. She is ferociously loyal to Hoseforn, and insulting the old wizard in front of her is a good way to get hurt. She is highly intelligent, and her grasp on all things magic is impressive.

Classes Taught: Rudimentary, Intermediate, Advanced, and Expert level magic classes.

Biography: The life of a Naga is never an easy one. There appearance is often terrifying to those who don't know anything about them, and so most other races fear and persecute them. Mari was no different. Iin her younger years she was part of a small clan of Naga that roamed the deserts, trading with travelers and harming no one. Her people loved music and basking in the warm sun, and were experts at finding fresh water in an otherwise inhospitable environment.

Sadly, at a young age her clan was found and murdered by a group of “hunters” who were after the unique snake skin that her kind possessed. Her father managed to pick her up and carry her off, hiding her in a nearby cave, but he went back to help the others and never returned. Mari searched for any survivors of her clan for a time, but was never able to find them. For years after the attack she was forced to remain in her human form out of fear of being discovered by those who hunted her kind. She moved from city to city, never staying anywhere for long and never getting close with anyone. She survived, but she never trusted anyone.

Eventually she was found by a small group of hunters, who knew what she was because of her strange yellow eyes. She would have surely died that day, had it not been for an incredibly old, possibly insane, wizard who happened by. The man, who Mari later came to know as Hoseforn, turned the hunters into large newts, who then promptly exploded.

Hoseforn became fascinated by Mari, not because of what she was, but because she had “incredible magical potential.” Though weary of him at first, Mari agreed to travel with the old wizard, and has stayed by his side for the past 160 years. Hoseforn taught Mari everything she knows about magic, which is a great deal to say the least. In return she protects Hoseforn with her life, runs the day to day operations of the Academy and teaches many of the students how to harness their magical potential.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

Hey look there's a Discord

Important Updates:

1.The Rp is currently full as I have as many players as I can manage right now. If we open back up I'll update this post accordingly.

2. The Magus Librarium has been added to places of interest.

3. Glior Frenglbottom has been added to the staff list.

4. Inarikami, Whitelot and The Magus Librarium added to the map.

/ / H A L C Y O N / / A Mythology RP

Looks fun. I'm interested.

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@Duoya@Ryik@mantou

All three look good. Go ahead and post them in the CS tab.

Would a Kenku who was raised by geese be welcome?

@WolfredWolf

Hmmmm..... Why don't you make CS and we'll find out. It's certainly an interesting idea so if you can make it work have at it.

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Sorry ive beem quiet for the last week. Life things. Ill read over all the Cs I havent approved yet tonight amd get back to everyone.