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Yep Elaeria spoke in passing.
They're outside now. Come, I shall carry you.
Henry made his way to a nearby window and found Granthar waiting for him with his head bowed. After climbing onto his familiar's back they set off at a loping run, the very ground seeming to shake to Henry at the massive tiger's footsteps. It was bare minutes before they were at the scene and he could see Henrietta on the ground with Gwen checking on her. He allowed himself to relax for a moment but then he saw the kidnapper charging at Gwen.
Yelling a warning, Henry stood up and hurled the spear like a javelin so that it plunged into the ground between the two girls and their assailant. The man pulled to a stop, saw Granthar with Henry standing on the back glaring down and retreated a few steps slowly before vanishing back inside. Henry called after him and swung down off Granthar's back but then his injury flared up and he lost his balance, tumbling onto the grass with a surprised grunt.
Careful, little one. Our shared strength is running out.
Henry groaned as he pulled himself to his feet and staggered over to Gwen and Henrietta with one hand over his wound as the flow blood out of it increased. He felt faint and weak but he had to check on them before he passed out.
"Please tell me you're both okay?"
Elaeria climbed out of the bath, the temperature so high she could barely see anywhere in the room and her skin was a bright red; she needed the temperature so high or else she did not feel clean. After changing into clean, casual clothes of leggings, cloth shirt and a wool jacket she left her room to find what events going on could keep her occupied. Classes were over for the day and another banquet was being held that evening, something she was not keen on after the trying events of the last one. Still, this time period had been set aside for the students to try and get to know one another outside of their normal social circles so she headed off towards the communal lounge in the building.
She passed one of the girls she had seen battling it on the training field, her name eluded Elaeria but nevertheless she bobbed her head politely and patted the girl on the shoulder.
"Well fought. Don't let that girl get in the way of why we're all here though." She said in absent minded way, her thoughts elsewhere.
That boy better not have gotten himself killed. I don't want to be the one looking after the girl.
Henry made his way to a nearby window and found Granthar waiting for him with his head bowed. After climbing onto his familiar's back they set off at a loping run, the very ground seeming to shake to Henry at the massive tiger's footsteps. It was bare minutes before they were at the scene and he could see Henrietta on the ground with Gwen checking on her. He allowed himself to relax for a moment but then he saw the kidnapper charging at Gwen.
Yelling a warning, Henry stood up and hurled the spear like a javelin so that it plunged into the ground between the two girls and their assailant. The man pulled to a stop, saw Granthar with Henry standing on the back glaring down and retreated a few steps slowly before vanishing back inside. Henry called after him and swung down off Granthar's back but then his injury flared up and he lost his balance, tumbling onto the grass with a surprised grunt.
Careful, little one. Our shared strength is running out.
Henry groaned as he pulled himself to his feet and staggered over to Gwen and Henrietta with one hand over his wound as the flow blood out of it increased. He felt faint and weak but he had to check on them before he passed out.
"Please tell me you're both okay?"
Elaeria climbed out of the bath, the temperature so high she could barely see anywhere in the room and her skin was a bright red; she needed the temperature so high or else she did not feel clean. After changing into clean, casual clothes of leggings, cloth shirt and a wool jacket she left her room to find what events going on could keep her occupied. Classes were over for the day and another banquet was being held that evening, something she was not keen on after the trying events of the last one. Still, this time period had been set aside for the students to try and get to know one another outside of their normal social circles so she headed off towards the communal lounge in the building.
She passed one of the girls she had seen battling it on the training field, her name eluded Elaeria but nevertheless she bobbed her head politely and patted the girl on the shoulder.
"Well fought. Don't let that girl get in the way of why we're all here though." She said in absent minded way, her thoughts elsewhere.
That boy better not have gotten himself killed. I don't want to be the one looking after the girl.
As Dizzy said we've barely started on anything resembling plot so it'll be very easy to integrate everyone in (especially as this is just a trigger).
Edit: Also the switchblade bunny has returned!
Edit: Also the switchblade bunny has returned!
But of course - would you expect less of me?
For now it's kind of confined to Gwen and Henry right now since everyone else is so far away from the scene.
For now it's kind of confined to Gwen and Henry right now since everyone else is so far away from the scene.
Medical Ward
Henry moaned quietly as he regained consciousness, the deep throbbing in his head proof that he was still alive at least. He gently reached up and felt his hair. It was stick and red and when he drew his hand into his vision he could clearly see the familiar red liquid spread across his fingers. Thankfully he had fallen on his front so the wound in his abdomen had kept solid pressure on it even while he had been swimming in and out of consciousness.
Vague memories came back to him; being hit over the head and then deliberately in his wounded stomach causing the fresh wound to open again, Henrietta screaming before suddenly going silent, footsteps receding down the corridor outside and then Gwen's arrival.
She went after him, in case you were wondering.
Granthar's deep voice boomed in his head and he winced at the sudden contact. Slowly, ever so slowly, he crawled onto his knees using the bed as support with one hand pressed against his wounded stomach. One of those who had been tending to him was lying with their throat cut open a few feet away and he closed his eyes for a moment, offering a prayer for their soul.
You're going to let her go alone, are you? I may have misjudged you, Henry of House Charlton.
Henry shot Granthar a glare, aware of his massive familiar's presence outside the window.
"I'm hardly in any condition to fight, you know." He said through gritted teeth as he stood up and began to stagger towards the doorway; it bit at him that his familiar had even thought for a moment he was a coward. A rough chuckle sounded from the window.
There's the warrior I know. I will grant you some of my strength to see you through. After all, if you die I die with you.
Energy returned to his limbs and his wound began to ache less, the blood seeping out from him slowing considerably. Straightening Henry nodded to Granthar before quickening his pace. He was in no condition to run but he could at least stride quickly. Decorative crossed spears on the wall caught his attention and he reached for one, testing its edge. It wasn't sharp but was not so blunt to no longer be deadly. He yanked it free from the bracket holding it, the other spear clattering to the floor but he was already off, his mind on the task at hand.
"Just hold him up Gwen, I'm on my way." He scowled, furious at himself for failing in his duties to protect Henrietta, his grip tightening around the spear in his hand.
Elaeria sank two more arrows into the target, one in the head where an eye would be and the other in the centre of the painted target on its chest. Sighing she unstrung the bow and returned it to the weapons rack. She was tired from the exertions of session and she could see most students were sitting and talking now with a few still battling out, presumably still in need of a third win. If she had been a charitable person she might have lost to someone on purpose but that was not her style; the weak had to make their way in the world just as much as the strong.
She glanced towards the Academy's main buildings for a moment but turned back when she heard her familiar snorting in amusement with a slight blush across her face, quickly disguising it with a scowl.
It's none of my business!
I said nothing. Nothing at all... Princess.
Henry moaned quietly as he regained consciousness, the deep throbbing in his head proof that he was still alive at least. He gently reached up and felt his hair. It was stick and red and when he drew his hand into his vision he could clearly see the familiar red liquid spread across his fingers. Thankfully he had fallen on his front so the wound in his abdomen had kept solid pressure on it even while he had been swimming in and out of consciousness.
Vague memories came back to him; being hit over the head and then deliberately in his wounded stomach causing the fresh wound to open again, Henrietta screaming before suddenly going silent, footsteps receding down the corridor outside and then Gwen's arrival.
She went after him, in case you were wondering.
Granthar's deep voice boomed in his head and he winced at the sudden contact. Slowly, ever so slowly, he crawled onto his knees using the bed as support with one hand pressed against his wounded stomach. One of those who had been tending to him was lying with their throat cut open a few feet away and he closed his eyes for a moment, offering a prayer for their soul.
You're going to let her go alone, are you? I may have misjudged you, Henry of House Charlton.
Henry shot Granthar a glare, aware of his massive familiar's presence outside the window.
"I'm hardly in any condition to fight, you know." He said through gritted teeth as he stood up and began to stagger towards the doorway; it bit at him that his familiar had even thought for a moment he was a coward. A rough chuckle sounded from the window.
There's the warrior I know. I will grant you some of my strength to see you through. After all, if you die I die with you.
Energy returned to his limbs and his wound began to ache less, the blood seeping out from him slowing considerably. Straightening Henry nodded to Granthar before quickening his pace. He was in no condition to run but he could at least stride quickly. Decorative crossed spears on the wall caught his attention and he reached for one, testing its edge. It wasn't sharp but was not so blunt to no longer be deadly. He yanked it free from the bracket holding it, the other spear clattering to the floor but he was already off, his mind on the task at hand.
"Just hold him up Gwen, I'm on my way." He scowled, furious at himself for failing in his duties to protect Henrietta, his grip tightening around the spear in his hand.
Elaeria sank two more arrows into the target, one in the head where an eye would be and the other in the centre of the painted target on its chest. Sighing she unstrung the bow and returned it to the weapons rack. She was tired from the exertions of session and she could see most students were sitting and talking now with a few still battling out, presumably still in need of a third win. If she had been a charitable person she might have lost to someone on purpose but that was not her style; the weak had to make their way in the world just as much as the strong.
She glanced towards the Academy's main buildings for a moment but turned back when she heard her familiar snorting in amusement with a slight blush across her face, quickly disguising it with a scowl.
It's none of my business!
I said nothing. Nothing at all... Princess.
The second day, at the training field.
Elaeria sat down for a break, wiping sweat from her forehead and taking a drink of fresh water from the canteen she had taken from the supply wagon. All across the field in front of her students sparred, many still wielding wooden swords as proof the Arms Master had yet to deem them sufficiently skilled to wield the blunted steel weapons still in their racks. One of those weapons was on the grass next to her, symbolic of her skill. In actual fact she had not had to prove her skill; the Master had known her reputation and along with a select few others she had been granted use of a blunted blade immediately.
A small smile crept across her lips as she remembered the numerous young men challenging her to spar, thinking an 'upstart' woman to be an easy target. Many of them were now nursing broken hands by the medic's pavilion, a painful lesson not to underestimate their opponent. The Lord Arn from Arnst had provided a much better challenge but she had still prevailed multiple times, choosing to stick with the man as a sparring partner as he could keep up with her. Nevertheless, her thoughts drifted to the more sobering event; the duel in which Sir Henry had been wounded by foul play. Normally she would not care for a man of another nation but she found herself fond of the young man's idiotic chivalrous disguise; the duel had brought out a ruthlessness in him which she had been surprised to see. Nearby she could hear her familiar, the large black dragon the other noble students were afraid to go near, snorting in irritation.
You know there's real fighting to be had elsewhere. A short trip to the medical ward...
She gave the dragon a sharp look, cutting off the end of his sentence.
It is none of my business. I did not come here to get caught up in another country's affairs.
We shall see...
Standing up she flicked up the steel blade and strode through the rings marked in the mud, signalling the sparring rings the students were commanded to duel in. She eyed the blood splatter on the ground near one, one of the sharpened steel blades still stuck in the ground where Sir Henry had leaned on it earlier to prevent himself keeling over. Ignoring it she pressed on towards the archery range; she was in too foul a mood to be challenged to a duel by any more fools.
As she left the sparring area some tension was let out but was quickly regained with the Arms Master noticed the slacking off and roared at them to carry on.
"No one leaves until they've won at least three bouts!"
Elaeria sat down for a break, wiping sweat from her forehead and taking a drink of fresh water from the canteen she had taken from the supply wagon. All across the field in front of her students sparred, many still wielding wooden swords as proof the Arms Master had yet to deem them sufficiently skilled to wield the blunted steel weapons still in their racks. One of those weapons was on the grass next to her, symbolic of her skill. In actual fact she had not had to prove her skill; the Master had known her reputation and along with a select few others she had been granted use of a blunted blade immediately.
A small smile crept across her lips as she remembered the numerous young men challenging her to spar, thinking an 'upstart' woman to be an easy target. Many of them were now nursing broken hands by the medic's pavilion, a painful lesson not to underestimate their opponent. The Lord Arn from Arnst had provided a much better challenge but she had still prevailed multiple times, choosing to stick with the man as a sparring partner as he could keep up with her. Nevertheless, her thoughts drifted to the more sobering event; the duel in which Sir Henry had been wounded by foul play. Normally she would not care for a man of another nation but she found herself fond of the young man's idiotic chivalrous disguise; the duel had brought out a ruthlessness in him which she had been surprised to see. Nearby she could hear her familiar, the large black dragon the other noble students were afraid to go near, snorting in irritation.
You know there's real fighting to be had elsewhere. A short trip to the medical ward...
She gave the dragon a sharp look, cutting off the end of his sentence.
It is none of my business. I did not come here to get caught up in another country's affairs.
We shall see...
Standing up she flicked up the steel blade and strode through the rings marked in the mud, signalling the sparring rings the students were commanded to duel in. She eyed the blood splatter on the ground near one, one of the sharpened steel blades still stuck in the ground where Sir Henry had leaned on it earlier to prevent himself keeling over. Ignoring it she pressed on towards the archery range; she was in too foul a mood to be challenged to a duel by any more fools.
As she left the sparring area some tension was let out but was quickly regained with the Arms Master noticed the slacking off and roared at them to carry on.
"No one leaves until they've won at least three bouts!"
Given the still relatively low number of returnees I'm going to put this on hold for a wee bit while I deal with some things on my end in real life first. In the meantime we should try and get everyone back in if possible.
Here are my character sheets. I've also updated the OP with some details on the Academy.
Just insert your characters into the training field. FYI there was a duel (as opposed to a sparring match) earlier and both fighters have been removed from the field for injury treatment. Further details will be made clearer as we progress (so just pretend you saw it and not much else).
Just insert your characters into the training field. FYI there was a duel (as opposed to a sparring match) earlier and both fighters have been removed from the field for injury treatment. Further details will be made clearer as we progress (so just pretend you saw it and not much else).
Both CSes look great so they're accepted. I'll update the OP with accepted CSes for a point of reference later on today (hopefully). I'll also post my own CSes as well if all goes to plan and have more details on the actual Academy itself depending on the free time I get.
That's a good image to have, Wernher.
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