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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Liam Stromberg

1100 Hrs.

Liam scanned the parking lot slowly, he wondered how the unstable VP made it past him or out this far even. His answer came in the form of the VP charging across the parking lot, he seemed to be making a bee line towards his car. Unsurprisingly he could see Nick at the other man’s car, he looked nervous. More so than usual, but that could very easily be explained because he got caught doing whatever it was he was doing to Chester’s car.

He was quite content to simply stand there and watch how things turned out. However, Liam could tell by Chester body language that he was upset. To put it lightly. So he did what any sensible student would do in his situation, head over to make sure it didn’t get too ugly. Walking at a quick pace he began to jog towards them after they reached each other and a loud bang was heard.

1104 Hrs.

The boy couldn’t see what had occurred it happened on the other side of the car and by the time he had gotten there the two were being shaken awake by a couple officers. Liam recognized the officers from his long nights working in the hospital but couldn’t recall their names. He met a lot of people from town at the hospital either on personal business or work.

The VP and Nick seemed out of it when he looked over to them, they seemed like they were in shock and Liam was suddenly curious what could have transpired in that instant that resulted in both of these men being nearly unconscious. He could also see a small puddle of what looked like brass or gold, “Was that there before?” he thought to himself as he looked the two over, “You two alright?” he spoke to them from behind one of the officers. “You don’t need me to go get the medical kit from the shop or anything?” instinctually he was worried, and inquiring about their health would normally be the first thing he would ask anyway. While he waited behind the officer his question not addressing anyone in particular and hardly noticed the other girl there as well.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Still here ill be back saturday

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

Im alive kinda... just checking in ill be back saturday

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

also interested. been lurking and working on a character sheet for a few days, will be gone on vacation till the seventh though.

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@Spirit

Thanks im going out to a place that rarly has service so i dont know if ill even be able to check in.... but i will post some pictures when i get back it is a beautiful place

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@Rune_Alchemist@hagroden@Legion02

you were mentioned because he was listening in on your conversation... also Rune he messed with your chair lol.

@Spirit

all right im out, you lot have fun ill see you after October 7th

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Vale Azsier

The Dark Elf had finished his meal rather quickly, leaning back in his chair he kept looking around at the others. He was quite able to pick up on the conversations of the others, just one more skill he was trained to possess. The hushed tones of some and random insults of others were things he cared little for. Yet, the conversation that was being held at the buffet did acquire his interest. A human, a tiefling, and the high elf seemed to be chatting it up amongst one another.

His purple eyes didn’t dare look their way lest they become weary in their speech, he simply remained alert to his surroundings while he concentrated on listening in. the human was apparently a prince named Alexander of Tyrania, he recognized the name of the country. A small one, recently a coup had occurred by the boy’s father if he was correct in his memory. The tiefling didn’t seem to be impressed by this boy, something the both of them could agree on. This tiefling seemed more warrior than mage like the fat insect piling food onto his plate across the room.

The tiefling was also armed by what he could only assume was a crude blade. He averted his gaze but not his attention as the trio moved to a table not too far from him. Again they continued their talk with the boy’s table manners seemingly lacking compared to the other two, a strange sight indeed. Now it seemed that the tiefling was explaining his reasons for being here. The oath was believable sure but the way he spoke seemed off, rehearsed almost with a strict way of saying ‘if I say this wrong I will be punished’ strange. Then the elf spoke, Lady Mornelis of Bistrial, a rather high population High Elf city known for their wards against dark magic. He even knew the layout of that city, it is a high priority target within certain sects of the dark temple and all operatives are to have this city as well as a few others memorized in the event of open conflict.

The last part of what the elf said caught his attention, “Thay? So the tiefling is a slave then or was to be in that country, more like a lawless wasteland.” He thought. Yet it seemed like their conversation was winding down as the boy seemed to inquire about having the elf be his tutor, through a simple agreement the boy left their company. The tiefling had one more parting insult once the boy was far enough away and their conversation seemed to dwindle down to small talk. Yet another form of meaningless talk.

Still, he seemed bored with this place. The others talked of nothing interesting or important and the place was a bit too cheery for his taste. “Perhaps a trick would lighten up my mood?” he thought to himself. Slowly he brought his right hand up to him and off the table swirling the air ever so slightly with his hand, before long streaks of dark magic trailed behind his hand before he simply whispered to the magic, “Fetch me some of that Dark Elf wine they have” he stopped swirling his hand. The dark streaks twirled there for a moment before moving through the air toward the table with the Dark Elf food. Moving like black wisp’s through the air with a subtle whisper.

While these streaks were moving and dancing through the air another streaked from his other hand across the floor. This thin dark line snaked its way from shadow to shadow staying under the feet of those passing by and ultimately staying out of the tiefling’s gaze as it crept towards the High Elf. The other multiple wisps found their mark and circled around a dark chalice that held a viscous liquid with a purple smoke pouring over its edges only to dissipate just before the bottom of the cup. As the other wisp’s danced around the cup before twirling under it and lifting it back towards Vale. The other line finally reached the elf, slowly the dark energy crept into the wood of her chair and corrupted the wood of the back legs. This action effectively made it so any movement of the chair would break the back legs sending the chair and its occupant to the ground.

The Chalice slowly made its way to his table, showing great control the cup never split what it held as it made its way across the dining hall. When it arrived Vale let it sit for a moment, the dark energy that retrieved it seemed to be absorbed into the wine itself. This wine was quite special only Dark Elves and those who could wield dark magic could drink it. For others, it would simply be poisonous. The wine was enchanted with dark magic to keep its flavor and as one where to sip it, it would sip some drinker’s dark magic as well. Its taste wasn’t sweet or bitter, it tasted of a flavor that could only be summarized by emotion as it overwhelmed the senses so much so that the taste was forgotten, and this one specifically tasted of sorrow.

The Elf would stay there for a little while longer sipping on his drink before sighing and standing. Again his left hand rested on the pommel of his sword as he brushed and passed by the others. He would not apologize or even acknowledge the fact that he may have pushed another out of his way as he walked out of the hall. He did glance back one more time at the others in the hall and bared his teeth toward them, again a look of disgust. The Elf found himself returning to his task at hand, mapping out the remaining pathways of this chaotic structure and then begin studying about the magic he was sent here to learn, he didn’t care for a curfew. What did they expect him to do, wait around in his quarters while the others slept? This thought didn’t return to his mind again as he continued down the endless corridors of the library.

@Rune_Alchemist@hagroden@Legion02

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

@Spirit
Just a heads up ill be gone between the 28th and the 7th. Could be back before then but will get one more post of vale disappearing into the depthes of the library before i go

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Vale Azsier

The night air was cold, the streets empty and quiet all except for a small cry or whimper from a nearby alley. Through the darkness of the small pathway tucked in between two stone buildings where three people. Two lumbering figures with brown rotting clothes and crocked broken smiles had cornered a smaller figure dressed in brighter better kept clothing and strawberry blonde hair in the corner of the alley. A small shimmer of a metal blade blinked in the moon light, while the one figure with the knife kept the small figure quite the other rummaged through a pack that clearly was not his. The smaller figure pushed the other off, the moon light revealing her elven face. But the moon light also revealed the faces of the two humans who were able to push the girl back in the corner.

Yet they were interrupted the male rummaging through the girls things turned to see another figure behind them, effectively cutting off their escape. At first the two thought it was some passerby wanting to stop them, “Oi, this business don’t concern the likes of you rat, be on yer way before we run ya through” the threat didn’t make this person move. Slowly the two stopped what they were doing and faced this new threat, the girl was quietly crying curled up on the ground behind them. It was only when it was too late did they notice the blade in the mysterious figures hand, it looked like a very well-made long sword with one key difference. This blade was green and in an instant the man was suddenly in front of them.

The two were dispatched with one swing, the girl slowly stood still shaky and stepped up to embrace her savior, “thank you for saving me” was all she could think to say while starring up at the figure before her. “Why are you thanking me?” the first and only words the girl would hear, the figure pulled back his hood and smiled at her. The elf knew, she could tell what this man was. Dark tattoos that crossed over him and sharp animal like fangs that glinted in the moon light. Dark Elf. She screamed but it was cut short.

The man seemed relived and happy that he was able to satisfy his blood lust and acquire a few new bottles of blood before going to this wretched school. Yet he couldn’t help but notice when he looked around at his surroundings, the girl’s bag. Inside the leather pack were many books on potion making and enchanting as well as a few herbs he recognized where used for potion making, Along with other personal items was a list of items. Some he knew others he did not and at the bottom of the list was a small note, “Sarah please retrieve these items for me” it was signed by someone but the name was smudged with blood, and he couldn’t make out the name, but he could clearly make out the last part, the persons title or job, “The Grand Arcanium, Alchemy Master.”

Some would call it a set back where others would call it an opportunity. Checking once more to be sure he was leaving little to no trace of himself he left the alley yet, once again he found himself staring up at the tower that is his current objective. He glanced back down the alley only for a moment before moving on.

The next day

The entrance to this place was littered with people sleeping out front in what looked to him as a grand court yard. These things that were sleeping didn’t even have a fire watch, if he were in command of one of their strike groups he would be sure to execute them quickly and quietly then they would search the bodies for Intel or other unique items. But alas he was not commanding a strike group and would have to find a spot among the others to meditate. At least his ring was a good investment only needing to meditate for a few hours to be fully rested was very useful. So the Dark Elf found a spot he knew would be in the shade when the sun rose and was out of the way from being noticed by the others.

His instincts proved correct as the sun rose, and he was safely in the shade, his cloak helping him keep the bright light from bothering him too much. Then came the thunder and wait to enter was over, still, he kept his distance from the others watching listening waiting for the rest of the group to enter before he followed. Still, he kept quiet as he followed keeping an eye on the chaotic way the building was set up, where others would see beautiful structures all he could see was a mess and a place that made no sense. The Dark Elf continued on the tour being sure to pick up on any tidbits of information the others shared amongst themselves. This cast of characters was certainly going to be fun to mess with, he could already hear some things about possible sensitive subjects.

The cast of lesser here was quite diverse, aside from the usual amount of humans. He could hear a few people talk of royalty and something about taking back their thrones. Another was a high elf and a tiefling, disgusting creatures the both of them. They seemed to be friends or maybe she was his employer of some kind. There seemed to also be a gnome running about, such strange insects the lot of them. Then he spotted another larger and louder insect. The dwarf, such crude creatures. None of the other human children interested him and neither did the fight towards the end of the tour, what kind of fight or dual didn’t end in someone’s death. This place and its rules would take some time to adjust too.

Slowly he disconnected himself from the others walking toward his new room. The hallway for said rooms was long yet simple. The doors were finely crafted and the names of the occupant glowed on the door. Eventually he found a door with his name on it, the door and frame were crafted from a Grey ash wood and the handle looked as if a black snake had wrapped itself around the handle. He opened the door to reveal a very simple room, small but the table chair and bed inside looked to be of fine quality.

He was only really there to find his room and once he did he began to explore the grand library once more. This place seemed to employ otters of all creatures to aid in book keeping. Personally he preferred the spiders of the dark temple, their dangerous beauty reflected that of the Dark Elves allowed to be in the temple. That and they kept the unwanted bugs at bay while being able to capture unwanted persons with their webs. Still, the elf brushed past a few of the otters receiving angry squeaks as he cut them off or brushed past them. He didn’t care as far as he was concerned they were simply edible vermin.

He had been exploring for some time when he noticed a small crow next to him, how odd that this place would employ so many creatures. It was all he was able to think to himself before it cawed rather loudly and repeated something about a feast before exploding. He rather enjoyed the last part of the message and decided that he could commit the rest of this building to memory at a later date. And so the Dark Elf walked back down the long winding halls and book shelves till he finally arrived back at the mess hall.

Such a strange feeling, Never in his life had he been caught off guard like this, he was expecting some simple food especially for some of these lowly members who would barely deserve to eat at all. But this was something else, rich flavors and deep complex smells. All these new things seemed to force the elf to pull the hood of his cloak back revealing his face to the others. He was indeed beautiful for an elf, purple tattoos circled around his face and his piercing purple eyes darted around the cafeteria. He held himself with an air of superiority and purpose that far outweighed anything else. The elf also pulled his cloak back around him to both cover his bag but also expose the fine light leather armor he wore underneath.

Resting his left hand on the pommel of his sword he moved forward, he didn’t acknowledge any of the others as he moved he simply grabbed a plate of medium rare steak and found a spot near a corner where he could keep his back against the wall. Still, he did not see other Dark elves yet as he ate the steak rather quickly. He would have savored the taste if not for his years of training that told him to eat fast while it was in front of him. After all, there was never a guarantee that he would be able to eat more food later on. Even if he was in his magical place he still kept his guard up continuously looking around at the others as he ate.

☽ Remedy, a Summer Camp for “Wayward Juveniles” ☾

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