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

@Spirit

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Alexander had sunken deep into a pleasant dream. Though he still twisted and turned in his bed. Even this early in the morning. The reasons were obvious. Copious amounts of mead, ale, and wine. Another remnant of his earlier life. After every battle, soldiers would feast like there was no tomorrow. Because, for some, there hadn't been. When you faced death and survived, life gains a certain sweetness. Or so the soldiers said. How could Alexander know? He never really fought in a battle. But he and his brothers were drawn into it none the less.

So yesterday, with some of the older students who accepted him, Alexander laughed and drank and roared. He even wrestled, though he mostly lost. Still, everyone seemed to have had a jolly good time. Except that now, in the morning, Alexander wouldn't remember anything of it. Luckily his paper messenger was a bit more patient. It just kept pecking periodically. Even though there was no sign of him waking up, the bird patiently kept pecking. Until slowly he felt it and his eyes fluttered open. Immediately the headache took a hold. "Oh... hell." he muttered as he tried to sit upright. Though drunk Alexander seemed prepared. There was tankard filled with water next to the bed. With one eye half open and the other crusted shut, he looked at the bird. "Could you like... give me a second?" The bird seemed to grant his request and Alexander downed the tankard. It helped a little, but not enough. "Okay, what do you have for me?" The bird unfolded elegantly and Alexander picked up the paper.

His eyes scanned the paper and after passing the first teacher, his heart felt relieved for a second. A healing teacher would probably obligate him to learn to heal as well. It was an incredible tool to have in your army. But Alexanders handicap certainly made that impossible. Furthermore, a healing teacher would probably pick up on it rather quickly. And Alexander didn't want to get sent away for being an abomination. Of course, he didn't know if they actually did that. But it was better to be safe than sorry. His eyes went further. Then Master Taihlier came up. But no, he wasn't amongst going to study under the master of the destructive arts. At least not immediatly. But another name caught his attention. Kyvir. He would have to congratulate him. Further down was Grand Enchanter Rovi. Enchanter!? How did he miss it!? He would have to speak with Mr. Rovi as fast as he could. But his name wasn't there. So he would have to wait. So would he study under the last teacher?

Rune weaver? Mistress of the Moon? Professor of magical applications? Runes Master? Half the titles told him nothing. Yesterday he couldn't find anything about Rune Weaving. What did magical applications encompass? Mistress of the Moon, what did that even mean? Of course, Runes Master was obvious. Alas, his name was there. And then he read the final note. Suddenly realizing he had already been dozing for an hour, he quickly rolled out of his bed and got dressed. He nearly stormed out of his room but stood still in the doorway. His notes! Three minutes later he rushed out with his notebook under his arm. Within it, the early ideas he had and the desires.

In the hall of the teachers, he quickly found the right door and knocked on it three times. Then he took a small step back. Just to look polite. Which was the least he could do considering his messy hair and somewhat dirty robes.

Numenera: Stars of Glass (New Players Welcome)

This looks interesting. Will there be a story or is it open world?

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

Bone spider that just appeared? Oh boy, expect a certain necromancer-prince to have a LOT of interest when he sees that.

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

Still here, waiting for a timeskip or something tbh.

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

Yeah I'm sorry about all the political talking. I just want to make sure that everyone fully understands why Alexander is doing what he plans on doing. That being said, soon I'll try to shift my focus towards getting his spell focus. After which it's time for some combat magics. So no worries, Garuda will have an opponent with a completely different battle phylosophy soon enough.

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.