Gentlemanvaultboy

The Schools of Magic (Needs more Players to Stay Alive!!!)

Bobby, by dint of having nothing better to do this morning than set out, was among the first to approach the large orange building. He was possibly also the only one that didn't stop, or hesitate just a bit, when the door began to open. After all, automatic doors were just convenient. They had those at the supermarket, why wouldn't they be at a fancy place like this? For whatever reason, the boy who was usually last to arrive at anything was the one leading the pack.

His immediate concern once he entered was weather or not there was assigned seating. He looked around the room to see whether there were little cards with names on the desks like they'd done in elementary school. Seeing none, and thus having no direction whatsoever, he went to find a desk on the right side because that was closest.

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There was a lot of people moving around. A lot of people moving around with purpose? He wondered why they'd decided to come here. Follow the direction in their heads to come to this place. There were more than a few that looked super foreign, who must have had come an awfully long way. It seemed strange, to him, for any ordinary person to travel so far for a feeling in your head.

He'd done it too of course, but he'd follow the directions of any random sign, pointed arrow, or interesting rock formation. They didn't have an excuse.

It was while thinking on this that he stumbled upon where he needed to be.

The Village of Secrets

I'm personally found of ancient monasteries.

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The first a foremost thing on Bobby's mind as he wandered out of the dorm area was breakfast, and whether or not he would be able to find it. Or pay for it. On the first day it had been complimentary but maybe that was just a first day deal. He had a couple hundred dollar of spending money in his wallet, an allowance in case of emergencies, but magic food would be more expensive wouldn't it? Or would it be less? They'd taken the pen back, so maybe this place was run by cheapskates.

As he took a step out of the dorm complex his attention was torn away from his hunger situation to a cloak hanging in midair, a light breeze rustling the fabric. That reminded him: he didn't have any other clothes. Everything was still packed in his suitcase back at the hotel. He stopped to think about this as the garment floated there. Maybe he could have mom and dad send it over? He could call on his cell, but he didn't want to waste the minutes or power on something that wasn't urgent. He looked back at the cloak. "Do you know where I could find a phone?"

Suddenly information flooded into his mind, pushing past the conscious and into the subconscious. He knew now, on some deep instinctual level, where he was expected to be right now and most expedient way to get there. It felt weird, like when he's been drawn here in the first. He shook his head to get the weirdness off. "Professor Smith. Thanks."

With a wave to the cloak he set off to meet his teacher and, mayhap, find a land line.

The Village of Secrets

Name: Emil Mohsteady

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: A large bodied, muscular, rugged sort of man with short brown hair and brown eyes. His clothing is simple, sturdy, modest, and patched many times over. A working mans clothes.

Occupation: A woodcutter. More specifically, he travels deep into the wilderness around the town to find the best quality lighter wood for starting fires. He also hunts but that's mostly for sustenance and pleasure, not profit.

Skills: A good tracker and crack shit with a bow, he knows the forest around the town perhaps better than any man. Despite his size he can move very quietly. He can mend his own clothes, cook his own food, skin and clean his own game, and is a proficient whittler.

Powers: None

Inventory: His fathers axe, a old single headed war axe that he's very fond of.

History: Emil was carried into the village when he was just a babe on his fathers back. His father, Gwyn, was rumored to be a fighting man from up north and a deserter. He built a house on the edge of the village where Emil still lives to eek out a good living for his son. One day not long after the boy turned eighteen Gwyn set out into the woods to fetch dinner and never returned.

Point of Interest: The Sweet Scar, a mile long area deep in the middle of the forest where every single ancient tree has been knocked over as though a giant ran through and pushed them all down. Evey single one of them have fallen in the same direction, and their sap has flowed out and hardened them to the ground. The entire area still smells sickly sweet despite this having been here for ages.

The Village of Secrets

Name: Emil Mohsteady

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: A large bodied, muscular, rugged sort of man with short brown hair and brown eyes. His clothing is simple, sturdy, modest, and patched many times over. A working mans clothes.

Occupation: A woodcutter. More specifically, he travels deep into the wilderness around the town to find the best quality lighter wood for starting fires. He also hunts but that's mostly for sustenance and pleasure, not profit.

Skills: A good tracker and crack shit with a bow, he knows the forest around the town perhaps better than any man. Despite his size he can move very quietly. He can mend his own clothes, cook his own food, skin and clean his own game, and is a proficient whittler.

Powers: None

Inventory: His fathers axe, a old single headed war axe that he's very fond of.

History: Emil was carried into the village when he was just a babe on his fathers back. His father, Gwyn, was rumored to be a fighting man from up north and a deserter. He built a house on the edge of the village where Emil still lives to eek out a good living for his son. One day not long after the boy turned eighteen Gwyn set out into the woods to fetch dinner and never returned.

Point of Interest: The Sweet Scar, a mile long area deep in the middle of the forest where every single ancient tree has been knocked over as though a giant ran through and pushed them all down. Evey single one of them have fallen in the same direction, and their sap has flowed out and hardened them to the ground. The entire area still smells sickly sweet despite this having been here for ages.

The Village of Secrets

What if some other part of the character sheet is related to your secret? For instance, what do you put if your secret involves being much older or younger than you appear? Do you lie in the character sheet and send the real age in the PM?

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Bobby slowly opened his eyes as his body went through its morning boot-up process. For a moment he didn't know where he was, but that was all right. He never really did. He sat up in his small bed and looked around the room, the memory of yesterday seeping into his mind.

Magic School, it reminded him. He reached over onto the little side table and picked up the key he'd gotten after the initial tour and looking at it. That thing had done exactly what the professor something-or-other had said it would do. It brought him here. To this room. He'd really tested it last night, going on a long walk about while waiting for that one guy to quit yelling. A real wander like when he was a little kid. This key though? It brought him right back to this room. If he had this he would never be lost. If everyone had this no one would ever be lost.

Magic had lead him back here.

Magic had lead him to a good school like his parent dreamed for him.

Magic. Convenient.

He got up and tucked the key into his pocket before the new thing in the room caught his attention. He looked down the list of options on the table, one in particular catching his eye. Myth. Power of imagination and all that. Power of the mind. A class about remembering things? How much better would it be, he thought, if he could better remember things. If this class going to force that he may as well take it.

School was about getting better at things, wasn't it?

He checked the box and suddenly, where there had been a desk and everything, there wasn't anymore. He looked down at his hand as the tumbled in the doors lock, disappointed. "I don't get to keep the pen?" he asked aloud. Then he shrugged and stepped outside.

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"Magic." Bobby says as the shadow guy shut the door. "Convenient, huh? He didn't even have to reach down to get that. Welp, better tell them that this," he waves his hand at the door, "You know, this nonsense won't be stopping anytime soon. See ya' round maybe."

With that he gave Ruby a wave and ambled back the way he came, leaving her alone in the hall.

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"Sorry?" He says as shadows swirl round the big guys hand then dissipate. "I'm from down the hall here and we were worrying about this whole..." he looks back at the screaming door. "This situation. I was going walking anyway, nothing in my room, boring, got told to check. Is he dying? Or, like, one of them drug fiends?"