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There was once a time when Kim would at least attempt to slog through his morning classes before ditching school to hang out around the Winter’s Blade guild hall. For the last few months the young boy had been a regular visitor - practically an unofficial member. These days he’d been making a bee-line straight for the Guild the second he left home. He was still dressed in his uniform; grey trousers, white button up shirt with a navy blue sweater. A grey blazer embroidered with the school crest sat in a messy heap on the bench next to him. Seated close to the fireplace, Kim had his books sprawled out in front of him in a vain attempt to get some actual schoolwork done. A hard task to accomplish when one stops attending their classes. He worried his sloppiness would draw the attention of the ever present Serena - who he had assured several times that he was most definitely allowed to be gallivanting around with a bunch of wizards. He wasn’t sure if she actually believed him or was simply far too busy to worry about some random kid.

The ruckass caused by his guildmates in the bitter cold of a White Harbour morning confirmed it was the latter.

In the short time Kim had been present there had already been several drunken brawls, Bjorn received a well deserved armbar for some inappropriate misconduct and Arc delivered some loud announcement about a missing kid. Whitecliffe. The name was familiar. Kim wondered if he knew someone at school with that name. It was highly likely - White Harbour didn’t have a large selection of schools. Either way, he hoped the kid was found soon. Wait, why was Arc posing? He spied the Sorcerer’s Weekly reporter talking with Nia, catching the tail end of Serena’s lecture about all the good a bit of media exposure would do for the Guild.

You sure she doesn’t secretly work for the asylum? She could be looking to commit a few of you.” He shot a cheeky grin towards Arc. It quickly turned to a look of complete and utter dread when the doors to the guild opened once more and a sickeningly cheerful, and all too familiar, voice chirped at Serena.

A fine mornin’ to you Winter’s Blade!” Mrs Bloomenburg was the wife of a local fisherman. Short and stout, with her mess of wiry, greying hair tied back into a tight bun and secured with a hairnet. Her face was plump and ever a bright shade of pink. She wore a stained smock over a worn out blouse and ankle length skirt that would please the most devout of nuns with its modesty. In her arm was a wicker basket filled with several jars containing what appeared to be fish heads. Yuck.

Mrs Bloomenburg also happened to be one of Kim’s father’s clients at the law firm, and a renowned gossip among the townsfolk. Nothing ever happened in White Harbour without passing through her ears.

Serena, love!” Kim nearly smacked his chin into the table with the speed he ducked down, quickly lifting one of his open textbooks to cover his face. Mrs Bloomenburg hustled her way through the guild hall towards Serena, getting uncomfortably close to Kim’s position.
I brought over a few pints of my famous pickled herring. A little thanks to you and yours for your help with my hubby’s catch last mon-” Her praise was cut short when she noticed a familiar mop of bright pink hair jutting out from behind an upside down trigonometry book. There were only two people in White Harbour that boasted such a hair colour. Mrs Bloomenburg couldn’t help but deduce that if Nia Clavis was standing nearby talking to some lady she didn’t recognise, then this other head of pink hair must belong to -

Kim Lien! Is that you dear boy?” Kim sighed deeply, slowly lowering the book before shooting the hag his politest smile.
W-what brings you here Mrs Bloomenburg?
Why, I could ask you the same thing.” The fisherman’s wife's forced smile pierced the very depths of Kim’s soul, sending an eerie shiver up his spine. This did not bode well. She eyed the boy up and down before her attention shifted to the grey blazer bundled up beside him.
Oh, I didn’t realise you attended Whitehill Academy.” A blatant lie. There was only one school in White Harbour. Where else would he attend? “Well, you couldn’t possibly have finished your classes this early now, could you?

Kim was practically squirming under her knowing gaze. Somehow, amidst the freezing climate of White Harbour, a bead of sweat ran down his temple.
I uh, well, there were um.” He coughed into his fist. “Parent interviews!” His declaration practically echoed through the hall.
Parent interviews?” Mrs Bloomenburg repeated coyly.
Yeah, well, teachers gotta discuss shi- I mean stuff with the parents. School was cancelled today. I’m such a dolt I didn’t remember so I uh, got dressed and headed there only to be turned away.” Kim clicked his tongue and shook his head in feigned disappointment of a missed day of quality learning. Mrs Bloomenburg’s eerie smile persisted.

Well now that’s strange. I have a son around your age who attends Whitehill Academy and I never received notice of any parent interviews.
Shit.” Kim cursed under his breath.
Come again?” Mrs Bloomenburg grew more smug with each passing second.
I… uh. Shit.” He was much clearer this time. Mrs Bloomenburg’s carefully crafted visage fell for a moment, allowing a brief scowl to show for only a moment before she regained her composure.
Well,” She forced another smile, patting off her apron before turning back to Serena. “Well, well, well.

Mrs Bloomenburg walked up to the bar before gently laying the wicker basket of the putrid pickled herring in front of Serena.
Lovely to see you as always, dear.” She didn’t afford her even a moment to return the courtesy - for she was now making her exit from the guild hall at a brisk pace that was nothing if not determined. Kim couldn’t stand to watch her eagerly prance away with the forbidden fruit of White Harbour gossip for the day. Instead, he opted to drearily slide his face into the palm of his hands, lowering his head back down to the table with a defeated groan.
I am so screwed."
I was having too much trouble working Mai's backstory into the rp so I decided to try a fresh approach.

Meep
May give White Harbor some slight Cthulu themes


The only thing alarming about this sentence is how much more excited it makes me to participate.
I'd be happy to join if you'll have me, mate.



Plutus took one look at Cody’s extended hand, his eyes widening at the sight of a Guild Mark. Ignoring the handshake, Plutus latched onto Cody’s wrist and began frantically waving the poor man’s arm around; all the while shouting at his companion.
He’s got a mark! Which Guild is this from Bayard! Tell me! Quick!” Plutus’ grip was surprisingly firm for such a young lad, keeping himself stuck to Cody until Bayard walked over and took a look.

Phoenix Wing. I’d recognise that mark anywhere.” Bayard looked up at the boy who had introduce himself as Cody, and then the other unnamed mage and his golden armour. If they were Phoenix Wing mages, then they must be the real deal. That Guild had a reputation of producing powerful mages. Bayard clasped his hand with Cody’s, giving it a firm shake.

Bayard.” He refrained from mentioning his last name. The Lux family was renowned across the country, and he didn’t want the affiliation. Meanwhile, Plutus offered his own handshake to the golden hero.
Plutus Ishtar! I’ve come all the way from Isvan to explore this beautiful country of heroes and magic!And to find Fay, he wanted to say – but perhaps that could wait until the Dark Mages were dealt with.

Once the other man introduced himself, the group stood amidst the trees with naught but the sounds of the blue jay’s song to fill the void. Awaiting instruction, Bayard spoke up.
So, since we’ve kind of crashed your little party here – just tell the kid and I what needs to be done and we’ll make it happen.” Bayard grinned, a hint of confidence in his voice. Plutus shared in his partners pride. The pair of them had been quite successful so far in their heroic ventures – even if Bayard tried to pretend the lifestyle didn’t suit him. Plutus eagerly pounded his fists together.
"You won't be disappointed, friends!" Bayard rolled his eyes at the kids callous use of such a term. Friends. They barely knew each other. The older mage even threatened them if they turned out to be anything less than what they said they were. A fair call, but it still pissed Bayard off. He didn't take kindly to threats. Now wasn't the time to go making waves though. So he sat quietly, awaiting their next move to be decided.




Plutus had often been told, on numerous occasions, by his older companion that he was an awful judge of character. Naïve and reckless, Bayard had called him. Despite the sting of those words, deep down the boy knew there was some truth to them. Despite that, the young lad instinctually relaxed his stance once the pair of strangers made their intentions clear and offered to help them on their way. He knew in his gut they were telling the truth.

Bayard was not as easily convinced. He wasted no time in retrieving his weapon, keeping one hand on the hilt while he eyed off the armour-clad mage and his younger friend with suspicion. Plutus thought perhaps it best to err on the side of caution with his friend, maintaining a relaxed stance but keeping his distance from the pair.

Guild business, you say?” Bayard repeated after the older mage with a scrutinizing raised brow. “Which guild would that be?

I’ve never seen a Guild before.” Plutus remarked quietly, his eyes widened in awe as he tried to scan the pair for a recognisable mark. The thought was quite romantic. Brave heroes banded together under a single flag, rescuing damsels in distress and slaying mighty beasts. These two were after a group of Dark Wizards. The young lad could barely contain his excitement, disregarding everything Bayard had tried to teach him about treading lightly. Bounding up to the two wizards, he clasped his hands together and stared up at the golden hero.

We can help! Bayard here is a wizard, and so am I! I’m still training but I won’t get in the way! I’ve always dreamed of being a real hero like you Guild wizards. Oh, please let us come along with you I promise you won’t regret it!” The words gushed from his mouth in an excited stream, only just barely comprehendible.

Bayard was stunned, his forehead planted firmly in his palm while a low groan escaped his lips.

Ignore him. Just show us the way forward and we’ll leave you be.” Bayard shot his companion an annoyed scowl, which Plutus returned whilst crossing his arms over his chest as a spoilt child would.

I want to help them, Bayard!” He spun around, ignoring Bayard and resuming his overzealous bombardment.

Stepping forward, Bayard grasped the back of Plutus’ scale mail and practically peeled him off the wizards.

We are not going with them.” Plutus winced at the finality of his tone. Bayard was a stubborn grouch, but the way he spoke in that moment was so commanding and, dare he say it, protective? . At first it unnerved him, but that fear quickly boiled over into anger.

Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do! They’re going after people who might know where Fay is! You promised to help me find her!” Plutus stuck his finger into Bayard’s chest with an accusative gaze. The older mage sighed, defeated by the reminder of that damned promise. Every bone in his body was telling him they should just move on and let these wizards do their job. Yet it was the rowdy punk’s eerily contagious sense of duty that, once again, lead Bayard diving head first into unnecessary risks.

Staring up at the two wizards, Bayard nudged Plutus forward before addressing them.
The kid wants to help. He’s looking for someone. If it ain’t too much trouble, why not let us tag along for a bit?” Bayard wasn’t certain they would accept the offer; but he was damned sure Plutus wouldn’t take no for an answer.





Minfilia sat alone in the cafeteria, occupying a table of six all on her own with her back to the others. Of course, fellow students had tried to approach her. Typically, young men. Their advances were met with a polite, yet firm rejection.
I wish to eat alone.” It was the truth, yet Minfilia had other motives. Her chair was positioned in such a way that she had her back to her peers, but was able to view them just enough out of the corner of her eyes. Occasionally she would pretend to readjust her hair, turning her head just enough to spy a proper glance. In front of her, a notebook lay open with a list of names. Ones she had heard earlier this evening in the courtyard while mages were introducing themselves to each other.

Minfilia had been present at the time, but made herself quite scarce amongst all the formalities. Instead her time was spent observing a rather large gathering of new mages, centred around the golden-haired pawn of the Noila family. Aaron Starag, she believed his name to be. His was the first written on the list. Both for her own personal intrigue in his abilities and because the boy seemed fond of his own name. Written next to his name were two more words.

Light Aspected. Aaron had foolishly displayed his abilities for all of Noila’s mages to see. Whether the demonstration was educational or pure bravado, or perhaps both, was unknown to Minfilia; but it mattered not. What mattered was the young Mage gathering enough intelligence to report back to Amaris with. No doubt knowing the abilities of her peers would help Minfilia and her Lady better prepare themselves against these potential foes over the years. Particularly where the Mages of Nobles were concerned. Discerning who they were was a top priority for Minfilia. The task was made even simpler by the invitation to Lord Varis’ gathering before dawn.

There were other names written aside from Aarons, but no other affinities recorded. Though she had heard a whisper through the grapevine about a spar between Aaron and a girl named Lilie. Minfilia had little interest in such affairs normally, but she would attend nonetheless. The perfect opportunity to spy the Aaron boy’s combat prowess as well as this other Mage’s.

While she continued to observe, Minfilia kept an eye out for Lady Amaris, hoping to reconvene with her before the break was finished.



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It wasn’t until the moon hung high in the star speckled darkness that Dominique Astorio saw fit to attend his orientation. His tardiness, while ignored by most, was painfully obvious to those of Noble descent. He could see the looks on their faces, the hushed whispers to their comrades.

Of course, the Astorio brute was late. Make believe voices rang through his mind.
He didn’t even have the decency to arrive promptly to the ceremony.

They were just words, and no less ones he had fabricated himself, but it was enough to cause Dominique’s muscles to tense with frustration. He shot the next person to walk past him a wretched scowl; startling the poor mage boy into a brisk pace as to put as much distance between himself and the vampire.

Wandering into the cafeteria, Dominique’s mind wandered to Cassandra. The way she had stood up to him this morning – stifling his words with such callous disregard for his authority. Or rather, lack thereof. He couldn’t kid himself any longer. Cassandra owed him no respect or loyalty – it was he who was reliant on her. Surely, the human mage couldn’t care less if he was to die of thirst. And sure enough, the thirst was already tickling at his throat. Soon enough it would ravish his mind and he would be forced to beg the girl for sustenance.

Perish the thought! Dominique Astorio bends the knee to no mage! Though as he sat in the cafeteria, watching the other Vampires sit with their newfound partners, the crushing reality of his situation began to bear down on him like the deepest depths of the sea. He needed Cassandra. He didn’t have to like her, nor she him, but he at least needed her to think she was his equal. He grimaced at the notion. If his father caught him treating her in such a way, even if it was a façade, he’d be flogged in the Noila courtyard for all to see. Yet, Bayard Astorio had never attended the academy. He’d never had to rely on a Mage as a partner, rather than a servant. He could not possibly understand the burden Dominique had to bare, nor the sacrifice of his honour as an Astorio he would need to endure.

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