Legion02

The Magic Apprentice(s)

This looks fun.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

@Rune_Alchemist Collab, yes! Sorry for the late reply. Got sick yesterday and I got a bit distracted. Still, I'd be up!

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

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Interacting with: Isilfarrel_{@Rune_Alchemist}

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He couldn't find it. How could he not find that one room!? Was it hidden? Was there any!? With every read plaque, Alexander felt a little more defeated. Maybe the teacher was yet to arrive? But he couldn't wait. He needed his focus today! He would need it tomorrow in his first courses. How else was he going to excel over the others? They were all talented so he had to do something. But no, he could not find the enchantment master. Which meant that he either did it on his own, or waited. Rather defeated he sat down on the floor, against the wall, holding the wizard tools book before him. Well nothing could stop him from reading it. And really, what damage would it do? So he opened it and started reading. Right there and then. The reading went a little slower than usual. He had only learned it a few years back and the book was filled with rather complex words. Still, slowly but surely he started understanding certain things. Diligently he wrote down runes, glyphs and instructions on potential enchantments in his spellbook. After a while the notes were accompanied by crude drawings of initial ideas. What enchantments would he all need? And how would he fuel them. Runes looked like perfect active spell holders. Capable of being activated once magic was channeled through. While the elves figured out gems were rather useful to store a magic reserve. Thus letting passive spells be woven into something as simple as a book. Or that was the basic grasps Alexander got from the book.

Of course, then a strange little bird appeared out of no-where. So far Alexander had remained undisturbed. But the little thing was pecking for his attention. So when he looked up, the announcement echoed through the hall. Only one bird had to make its way into the hall here. After it did its job, the little thing exploded into fragments, scaring Alexander. Why would a creation, even such a simple construct, want to destroy itself!? Wasn't it a lot easier to just return to the sender to be re-used? Or couldn't these kind of constructs be re-used? Alexander decided not to pretend he knew, so he couldn't really judge. Either way, he couldn't leave the pieces of paper on the floor. It was a horrible mess! But the pieces were so thin and small. Gathering them by hand would takes ages! Approaching the group of paper pieces, he thought of something. "Dust to dust, I guess." he quietly told himself. Uttering a short, strange word he released the tiny heatwave. His intention was clear, turn the paper into small embers and then to ash. Wish could vanish easier into small corners. But there were no embers. There were flames. What was supposed to be small embers ignited into flames. Burning the paper in an instant. But in the process also burning Alexander. Who pulled back his hand just a second too late. The palm of his hand was singed. It wouldn't hurt too much and didn't really warrant any attention. But Alexander did let out a heavy sigh. It happened again.

Alas, he couldn't just sit around here. The young boy gathered his books and made way for the cafeteria. Upon entering, a myriad of smells hit Alexander. He was no stranger to good meals. After every battle, the cooks of the mercenary group of his father always prepared a feast for the officers. While the normal soldiers cooked their increased rations of meat. But those recipes were base. Delicious but basic and easy. The smells here and now were complex. Fresh bread, berry-sauce and honeyed steak were but a few examples of the delicious food ready for the students. The young prince was utterly enthralled by both the incredible smell and the unbelievable display. So enthralled, that he bumped into an elven girl. "Oh damn it again." he muttered to himself. Realizing that was the second time today. "I'm sorry." he said, only then realizing he had dropped his book, revealing the title. As well as his own spellbook, showing various gems the elven used to store their magic, with their certain properties he thought he had read in the first book.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

And one more post with Isil.

So! Anyone want to have dinner with the elf and possibly her slave 'bodyguard'?

@Rune_Alchemist

EDIT: So yeah, I'll be getting Alex to the cafeteria ASAP. She might want to meet her future ass-whooper >.>

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

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Interacting with: Shamir_{@Letter Bee}, some random otter_@Spirit

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Alexander had to chuckle as Shamir hoped he didn't bother the librarians. The young boy looked around quickly to see if any of the otters around them were bothered. None seemed to be squeaking in an overly angry manner yet. So he assumed that Shamir didn't disturb the precious library rest too much. Though as he learned earlier, it seemed to be best not to test the otter's patience. Unlike Shamir, Alexander did not take a seat. He felt that he didn't have the time for it. He made a promise to his father. Not only that, he needed something before tomorrow. Or at least, the process of making it should be started before tomorrow. Either way, there was little time to lose. But that was no reason to be rude.

"Healing and protection? Interesting schools." But in truth, Alexander found it a bit odd. They were certainly noble schools. But Shamir, as far as Alexander saw it, was not in the position to be noble. His birthright was usurped. No amount of healing will give it back. Alexander had known blood and battle for most of his life. Even when they were living in a castle, he could feel the tension. His father didn't keep much from them. The young boy knew that his kingdom would march to war. Probably with him at the front of it. "When I grew up, I didn't have access to a library. Not even to books." Alexander said, sharing a bit about himself. "Not that I had time for that. When you're not sure what you're going to eat that evening, reading sort of loses its importance." The talk took his mind back to his younger years. When his father was still a mercenary general. Back when he had to beg or steal a scrap of food to eat. Absent mindedly he brushed his fingers over the books. Letting the amazement sink in. "Even when my father rose up the throne, books were a secondary concern. At least, until I began playing with magic. Then reading became very important. But still, I've never seen this many books in my life. But I intend to read as many of them as possible."

"There's no problem in being a chatterbox. At least not towards me." Alexander told Shamir with a comforting smile. "Well... I might officially be a fellow royal but trust me. I didn't grow into the role yet." Alexander deflected a little. The title of prince felt foreign. Obviously, he was only bearing it for a few months now. But then his mind turned towards his promise and his mission again. "Listen, I'm afraid I'll have to catch you later. There are things I still have to take care off. I'll speak to you soon!" Alexander was already half-way towards the corner when he took his leave from Shamir.

As much as he wanted to talk with the foreign prince, there were things to do. First of all, he needed to be sure. He approached a random otter placing a few books into the shelves. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could help me out." The little creature stopped with what it was doing and looked up at Alexander with half-expecting eyes. Or Alexander thought he saw that in the eyes. "So, I want to make my own spell focus out of my spellbook." He let his hand rest on the blank book he was taking with him. "And I was wondering if you could help me find a few books about the subject." To Alexander's delight, the little creature squeaked and nodded its head before it shot off towards a certain shelf. With Alexander in tow. They went around a corner, then another corner. Then up two stairs and down one again. He passed a few objects that weren't shelves. He even thought he saw a large globe. But he had little time to observe as the otter didn't look like she would be waiting for Alexander. Though eventually they reached a rather unmarked case. The otter squeaked a bit and pointed at the book case a few times. Then went on her way back, passing through Alexander's feet as it moved.



For a moment he was confused. But then he began reading the book titles. Enchanting: From Dwarven Runes to Elven Gems, Gnome Glyphs for advanced Enchanters and Advanced Iconogram Engraving were but a few titles Alexander noticed. But soon he realized that he was staring at a bookcase filled with enchantment books. It took him some time, but he found a few books he thought could be valuable. But he would need some guidance, as he never enchanted in his life before. So armed with Court Wizard Eingar's Basic Runes, Rune Enchantments for Apprentices and Wizard Tools: Foci (a book he was particularly happy to find) he tried to make his way back to the familiar parts of the library.

It took him some time to find his way. Maybe a bit longer than he wanted to admit. But eventually he found his way back. With the three books under his arms he quickly marched towards the teachers' wing and began looking for a plaque saying 'Enchantment Teacher'. All the while he was wondering who he'd meet. A reclusive dwarf? Maybe an artificer gnome? Would it be another elf? Maybe a High Elf this time around? How would their class look? He guessed it would be filled with artificer equipment. Or did enchanters not make the equipment they would enchant. The thought hadn't crossed his mind yet.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

@Legion02

Do it more like a slow build gradually getting stronger as he makes it. But first, he would need to learn how to do that, naturally.

So I would say go to the enchanting teacher first.

@Spirit

Awesome! So who's the enchanting teacher...?

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Charles Aldaner

Charles Aldane

_{{ "Let them writhe in the mud. Let them think they matter." }}

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| {Full Name} |

Charles Alexander Aldane

| {Nickname} |

None, those who dare call him by any nickname are swiftly dealt with.

| {Date of Birth} |

Fifht of May

| {Age} |

For vampires, put their real age along with their apparent age. Anyone else, whatever age you choose is fine but nothing under 16.

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Hetero

| {Relationship Status} |

Single (widower, technically)

| {Role} |

Vampire Elder

| {Occupation} |

Aldane United Offices Head of Advisors

| {Face Claim} |

Bill Nighy

| {Dialogue Color} |

9e0b0f

| {Appearance} |

Even as a vampire, Charles looks ancient. With his receeding hairline and combed back, sandy blonde hair. The age is very appparent in his face as well, showing slight signs of rimples and other features of aging. Still, age has done little to make him less stern. A hard scowl comes very natural to him. His general height, 6'2" also makes him rather menacing. It is, however, his crippling cold voice that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind: Charles is an Elder and he demands respect. As an ancient Elder, Charles depends mostly on his supernatural abilities for physical confrontations. Meaning he choses not to look quite muscular. Just to lure the fools in so he can finish them in one, fell attack.

He dresses, what most would call, conservative. Though those with less respect inclined: old. Maybe even ancient. He's quite fond of the long mantles and doubles from the middle ages. In prive he'll wear them in the colors of the night. On street, however, he'll dress a little more timely. As in, he'll dress like he's in the 1900s. Still old and formal, but quite less prone to attracting unwanted attention.

Deep in the dungeons of his mansion there is a coffin in which he keeps his armor. This armor, forged many years ago, is still of good quality. Every year, at a random chosen night, he'll take it out for maintenance. He wears it when a war starts. In other words: if you see him in it and you're not a vampire, run like hell.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

For an immortal, Charles still cares quite a bit about his appearance. While the suits might be old-looking, they are well maintained. By himself. A habit spawned from ancient times, where people had to take care of their gear themselves.

Maybe not so much a quirk as an annoying happening: Charles might forget your name. Or he might flat out never have registered it. For vampires, this won't happen often over time. Powerful witches won't be called by a wrong name. But werewolves and normal humans he does not converse with on a daily basis, they will have to do something extraordinary to get their names engraved in Charles' mind. He doesn't do it to insult people (though he doesn't really care if he does), he just doesn't care enough most of the time.

As part of his nature, Charles with expose his fangs and licks them if he's hungry for blood. This never just happens as Charles is fairly adapt at containing his own urges. However, he oftentimes let it 'slip' when talking to a witch. Just to remind her that to him, she can be a very tasty snack.

| {Hobbies} |

Playing the piano and organ. Quite ironic, he finds. But Charles is very good with a piano. In fact, he has a vast collection of pianos stored away. While in the main hall he keeps a large church organ. One of his favorite past times is playing haunting tunes as it storms, timing the flashes and playing with the howling wind. In a fit of madness, he might even demand certain windows to be opened and closed.

Hunting. A harsh and cruel monument to certain events in the past, Charles can still be seen often on horse-back with a pack of hounds with a few fellow vampires. Ready to ride into the summer woods to hunt foxes and other small game. However, Charles does not back down from large game like deer or even a boar. Game that can fight are especially his favorite, as he fights them bare-handed. Stating animals always put up such a good fight compared to humans.

Gathering Vampiric history. Vampires are, by their very nature, ancient. This means that they've been around for quite some time. Charles is obsessed with the history of his own kin. Going from the Egyptian priests of death to the infamous (but largely made up story) of Dracula, Charles gathers icons and symbols of his kin and their interaction with werewolves, witches and humans. He showcases these in an occult-looking museum in his own mansion at Salem.

He will feed his blood slaves various meals and let them participate in various activities before he feeds upon them. He does this because, just like in a fine wine, the blood tastes different. In a way, Charles is trying to create a delicious taste of blood. Though this makes introducing his blood slaves rather inhumane. For example: he might refer to one of them as: 'the Southern Italian'. Refering to the kind of diet a blood slave is put on.

Gathering dues. Especially from witches, whose variety of abilities can serve as a great boon. In a way, Charles can be seen as the devil in disguise. He preys upon the lone and the exiled. He promises them what they want: wealthy, fame, love. But in return they must give him a vial of their blood. Which is more symbolic than anything else really. If Charles has a vial with your name on it, know that someday he will come knocking on your door. And when he does, you better open.

| {Likes} |

Freshly killed game
Warm summer nights
Terrible storms
Metal music
Classical music
A fine meal
Material wealth
Schemes

| {Dislikes} |

Garlic - It doesn't burn or repel him. He just finds it disgusting and can't stand the smell.
Autumn & Spring
Vermin
Demands
Short-sighted people
Holier-than-though people
To much attention

| {Fears} |

That his secret will be known to his enemies so they can abuse it.

Vampires (especially his vampiric line) being threatened and killed off.

The supernatural world being exposed towards the whole world.

| {Secrets} |

What secrets does Charles not have? The man lived for more than a millenia, so obviously he carries around his own bag of corpses. There are many things Charles swept under the rug. But there is one, one he will keep secret for everyone but his closest children. A secret that is so deeply rooted in him, that it can completely control him if handled right.

He had a half-sister. Long, long ago. As a human. A bastard daughter born from his father. Even though she was never legitimized, it was the only family member back then that cared an inkling about him (as he was the youngest child and she the daughter of a local maid). On his father's deathbed, the man confessed. Even before this confession did Charles love her very much. After that, he swore he'd do everything to protect her. His oldest brother refused to acknowledge her but still, she had it easier than other maids. However, Charles eventually was send out to a war. When he returned he found that his half-sister was murdered. Her daughter was gone too. After many years, Charles never found her again, but he did find her family.

Since then, Charles has kept that one certain family (the McKains) safe. Often from the shadows. Their house was never broken into and quite often a mysterious donation was made. Charles claims that the beauty of his sister flows through the female line. And when another child is born that looks just like her, he often gets in closer. Becoming an old friend to the family. Paying tuition and putting up good worse. Since 1700 Charles can sometimes be seen in the backgrounds of portraits and recently, in some very old pictures. Recently a female grew up by the name of Amelia and almost like a prophecy, she looks like his sister. Once more Charles is carefully approaching the family.

| {Abilities} |

As an elder, his abilities are quite a bit stronger than that of a newborn vampire. He moves a little faster and hits a little stronger. However, his true talent rests in him compelling others. After years of experimentation, practice and studying human psychology and physiology, Charles is the closest damn thing to a mind-bender. In days he can make people addicted to him and his bite or spill the truth. If you give him enough time to interrogate his subject, they will talk eventually.

| {Limitations} |

Charles lacks any hand-to-hand training. He has a history of fighting with a sword but once it comes to fighting a vampire or werewolf, he will need to depend entirely on his innate strenght. A weakness to be sure, as anyone who did martial arts can easily use his strength against him.

| {Personality} |

♦ Protective ♦ Tyranical ♦ Balanced ♦ Aloft ♦

Charles is a great many things. To common humans he often looks like the staple image of old money. Finely dressed, polite but with an aura of greatness about him. He even invokes a sense of noblesse oblige. As he often talks about donating to various charities and doesn’t shy away from throwing a fundraiser for the right causes. However, when it’s time to work he’s all business. He’d never yell at you, he doesn’t need to. If you do right you’ll be praised with soft words and a pad on the shoulder. Screw up and you will feel icy punishment. Those that let him down know that his soft voice can be worse than any yell.

In his supernatural life he is this and so much more. Pragmatic and protective of his coven, he will do everything to ensure their safety and the safety of vampirism in general. He employs a very Machiavellian mindset for this. As the end justify the means. Which often make him appear ruthless but very, very effective at what he does. However, as he pushes his kin further, he also demands absolute loyalty and blind obedience. A few vampires have risked questioning his decisions. To those, they swiftly saw their favor evaporate. Still, his decisions are generally for the greater good.

If not actively managing the coven, Charles can be a very open and inventive person. Always trying something new. Immortality had delivered him with boredom in the past. But he knew that if he let it rule him, he’d perish. Thus Charles has a great many ways to spent his time. Playing the piano, creating a nice blood-taste in one of his slaves or hunting on small game. He’s quite open during those activities and talks about his life. Or rather, the last 400 years of it.

His personality comes from his extreme old age. Charles has done it all. He has gone obsessed with power, running amok in the wilderness. He has partied like there was no tomorrow, getting drunk on blood and wine. He’s been with more women than most men can handle in a single life time. But he has also walked through the valley of darkness. For years he fought depression and suicide. When he thought there was nothing left to live for. Of course, suicide for a vampire is a bit trickier. Eventually he realized that whatever he thought that was beyond him was just in his head. Immortality erased all limits, in the long run. This realization re-ignited his heart. A few decades later and he was ruling a small country for a time. Of course, time made him flee the place. Immortality was also a bit of a curse. He had become sick of life and drunk on power. He was terrible and benevolent. Charles had been everything and more. Even almost mad. But now, after 2 millennia have passed, Charles’ personality eventually balanced out completely.

| {Place of Origin} |

On the island of Sicily in the Mediterranean, in the Empire of Rome

| {Background} |

Born in a Roman noble family, Charles (who then went by the name of Maximus) was given quite a few opportunities but also had quite some responsibilities. As the youngest son of the family, he was tasked with taking care of his elders. And while he received formal education in writing, history and philosophy, he would never inherit the villa or the family’s prestige. That was something reserved for his older brother: Brutus. When their father got incredibly ill, Brutus was groomed to take over the family as patriarch. While Charles had to take care of his dying father. He did so and was thus the only person to hear the final words of their father. He admitted that he had an affair with one of the maids. The daughter of said maid, a great friend of Charles, was actually his half-sister. This shifted Charles’ focus entirely. Not only was the daughter a great friend but now she was family. Family that apparently cared more about him than his real one. So vowed to protect her. Years went by and Charles grew older. His brother Brutus was making a jump towards Senator. To show the family’s dedication to the Republic, Charles was ordered to become officer in the army. He joined the campaign for Gaul and in doing so, brought glory to his family. But when he returned, he was shocked.

His half-sister was murdered. Her child given away for adoption. The night of his discovery, a figure appeared. Promising vengeance. Charles accepted the proposal and vanished that night. A decade later Senator Brutus was found slaughtered in his countryside villa, together with almost his entire family. But the offer did not come cheap. Charles, after extracting his vengeance, was sworn to his sire for 3 centuries. There were some darker demands in those centuries and Charles’ hands certaintly weren’t clean. When his paid his dues, he returned to Rome. By chance or fate he met a girl that was the spitting image of his half-sister. A bit of research led him to believe that the daughter’s line continued on. He swore he’d protect it and through the ages, that is exactly what he did.

Centuries past and Charles was responsible for a great many things. He had negotiated with hunters, destroyed hostile covens and even chased packs all around Europe. In the 1600s it was safe to say that Charles had built himself quite a network. But he failed his oath. He had protected the half-sister’s line through time. Every now and then he come a bit closer to the family. Sometimes he is even named in a diary. Eventually the family went to find a new life away from Europe and Charles followed. The family settled in Boston and Charles made Salem the home of his operations. Spreading vampirism through the new world. While he certainty wasn’t the only Elder to be in the Americas, it was clear that there were a lot more opportunities. In fact, after killing a few of the local Elders, Charles’ European brethren quickly came to evenly rule the US and Canada. The elders were slaughtered upon ‘invitation’ of the European hunters. Who received the tips and knowledge to slaughter them from Charles and several other Elders. However, the Hunters proved to be a dangerous weapon. A double edged sword. When the local, native American elders were dealt with, they turned against Charles’ brethren. Salem was not the start. But it was the peak and Charles lost nearly half his coven to the Trials. He fled for New York (which was, back then still New Amsterdam) and established a new base of operations. Realizing the hunters were far more competent and uncontrollable than he anticipated, he started what he will forever call: ‘pruning the hedge’. He knows that hunters are like sharks. If they smell blood, they go in for the kill. But with too many, they are piranhas. Without them the witches and packs would prosper though. Probably prosper a little bit too much. So Charles decided that a few hunters in the world wouldn’t hurt anyone. Too many would be dangerous.
After the witch trials, he began killing off a few hunter families. Slowly. Sometimes he didn’t even send his own vampires. Humans, opposed to other supernatural, were quite willing to do Charles’ bidding. As long as he offered enough money. So instead of using the hunters as his weapon, he began to establish himself amongst the humans. So they would become his blade. They were a lot more willing and never really cared why he wanted a place shot up. As long as he kept paying in gold. Charles established a nice front towards the human world in the form of ‘Aldane United Offices’. A fusion between banking, lobbying and legal. Aldana’s “immortal guidance since the 1800s” made sure they are a very established corporation these days. Charles remains on the background and spends quite a bit of time in Salem. Keeping a finger on all the pulses he can get.

| {Extra} |

Anything else we need to know about said character? Make sure you've read the rules, too.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

@Spirit So... I'm gonna be the ass that starts asking the questions.

Alexander's first goal is to make an Arcane Focus. I was thinking on letting him enchant and imbue his blank book and thus make sort of a Spellbook Focus. (which in the future would be enchanted more and decorated as well). Would this be allowed? If so, is there a place in the town where one could buy certain items (like maybe gems or something) to increase the enchanting and such?

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

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Interacting with: Shamir_{@Letter Bee}

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Alex jolted up from his slumber as the explosive noise shot through the courtyard. He was among the many slumbering from the long journey. Awake and well, he moved to hear what the lady had to say. Finally, the great gate opened and let him inside. He had tried yesterday but the tower was locked tight. As he walked into the tower, he was immediately overwhelmed with the cheer size of the halls inside. That sensation did not vanish when they entered the library. He instantly knew he'd spent hours if not days wrapped in those books. The smell of old paper lead his mind astray as he imagined what knowledge was buried here. He also wondered if there was less 'natural' knowledge to be find. Surely some wizard somewhere would have the same ideas as he had?

But then Lady Miatri said something that recaptured Alexander's attention. She mentioned Astioth. The Archmage of the Great Arcanium. The man Alexander had a thousand questions for. Sadly, he was not around. In fact, apparently he was far too busy. But what followed almost sounded like a challenge. Alexander figured he would be too inexperienced yet to meet the great Archmage. For now, books and teachers would feel his curiously appetite. But maybe in the future, maybe when he had learned enough he'd search out the Archmage.

As they marched back into the library, after a short visit to the wing holding the baths and cafeteria, Alexander's mind made him absorb all of his surroundings. With his head clearly in the clouds he kept looking left and right. Until, of course, he bumped into one of the little otters. "Oh I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. But the little creature would have nothing of it. It squeaked and waved its little fist at him. "Hey, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that. What now that isn't required. Hey... do you understand me? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

If the little creature understood him, then it was far too busy being angry to show him. Eventually he went some other way, squeaking all the way with frustration. As Alexander looked at him going. Feeling genuinely guilty that he bumped into the little creature. Maybe he'd find some kibble to give it to the otter. If they ate it. And if he could find said otter. But he was left with a question. Did they understand him? If so, could they help him find certain books about certain subjects? But Alexander wasn't given the time to ponder as the group of students was led on. Until they reached the teacher's wing.

Attending Destruction Magic teacher? Alexander immediately looked wide eyed at Master Taihlier. A dark elf no less! The young prince stored the Master's mental image. Alex immediately felt a feverish fire burning. Destruction Magic was one of the arts he came to study. His father wanted it, but his brother would need it. Tyrania was gearing up for conquest. Everyone knew it. The only thing holding them up was the promise of Alexander's ruinous power. He couldn't come back as a petty fire mage or something. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to overpower and dominate. In the depth of his heart, he already wished someone great like Master Taihlier or Lady Miatri to be his assigned master.

A mage duel? Well, it served as a good presentation of everyone's powers. For a moment, even Alexander could feel the tension. But then the battle began. And he called it a battle, which he disliked. Neither forces felt like they were dominating the field. Certainty Lady Miatri was in control, but Alexander couldn't shake the feeling that she was somewhat holding back. She countered gracefully, but there was no utter domination of the fight. Maybe she wanted to make clear what the rules were without making the fight too serious. But Alexander knew that his style of fighting wouldn't be like that of the brothers. He didn't plan on jumping and moving around. No, he'd anchor himself to the ground. Protect himself with wards of dark magic as he released the strongest spells he knew.

As a young guy, how could Alexander not grin as the Head-Mistress told them to stay in their rooms after curfew. They were young, so he'd imagine that rule to be broken on occasion. Though it wouldn't be him who did it thought. He couldn't imperil his future. When the Head-Mistress released them and left them to their own devices, Alexander sprinted towards his assigned chamber. He noticed the finely wrought crow's head door knob and took a moment to marvel at the fine craftsmanship. Back in Tyrinia, such finely crafted object would be worth quite a bit of gold. Yet here it seemed to be standard issue.

Unlike most others, Alexander did not come with a collection of books. Sure, he had some knowledge but most of it was informal and he remembered that. He didn't take any books with him because he didn't think he'd need them. And he felt like he was right. There were clearly plenty of books to be read in the library. What he did have was a few empty books, some quills and ink. Alexander was prepared to copy quite some knowledge into those blank books. Further he had his clothes. Not too many but enough to at least be presentable. But that was it. Alexander figured that if he required things, resources or anything else, he could just go out into the town and buy them.

After quickly observing his room, he took a blank book, quill, ink and quickly made his way back towards the library. Obviously there was no time to waste. But before he could get back to the books, he was stopped by Shamir's introduction. Alexander raised an eyebrow when the strange person before him introduced himself as a usurped prince. Wasn't that a rather dangerous thing to do? Maybe Shamir felt that he could trust a fellow royal.

"Thanks you that you would... trust me with this. And for willing to swallow your own personal qualms. I'm sorry that you see my country and my father as infamous." he was sincere when he apologized. He didn't like Tyrania to be infamous. He wanted it to be the heart of progressiveness. A place for a better life for everyone. Of course, some rumors had escaped that a certain quantity of undead had seen walking around. Luckily his father was capable to disassociate Alexander from the events. Mostly. Maybe some teachers here would know but the vast population just kept feeding the rumor mill and play the guessing game.

"I can't talk for my father but I know he is a very busy man. In a few years, that won't change." Alexander said, referring to the obvious threat of invasion. Everyone knew that Tyrania was a heavily militarized kingdom these days. "And I'm afraid his influence will have little effect so far." Alexander followed up, feeling rather guilty. Here stood a person who was willing to swallow his pride and qualms to seek out aid. But Alexander knew he couldn't give it. "So how about we just start out as friends?" he followed up, smiling and extending his hand for Shamir to shake.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

@Letter Bee@Legion02
Boy, Shamir doesn't waste any time does he?

Can't blame him. Soon as Isilfarrel finds out who Alex is, she's gonna be very interested in meeting Alex's father.

hostile takeover/coup of the Elvish lands with her as the leader? Yes please.

@Rune_Alchemist

Man, bring it! WIZARD WAAAARRRRSSSSSS

@Letter Bee No problems and such. However, I gotta go back to work now so post will be for a few hours from now. Which will also serve as introduction post for Alex so it will be quite length. Which means it's gonna take a bit...