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

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

Vale Azsier

Vale had spent many hours past curfew scouring the library for books that might help him. He found several books that would aid him in his research on self-enchantment, water magic, and transportation magic’s. But alas even the proud Dark Elf began to feel fatigue and made his way back to his room making sure to place the books carefully with in the medium-sized bag of holding on his hip. A very helpful tool indeed having one not having to worry about packing around a large back pack and the added benefit of the curse that was put on it paralyze any who tried to open it without the right touch. He had nearly committed the first few floors to memory before wandering back, finding his room untouched from where he left it.

The elf decided to meditate for the few hours he needed to in order to regain his focus. He glanced at the silver band around his right ring finger, with an old inscription of runes engraved in the polished surface. The ring was incredibly useful for him, turning what normally would take 4 hours of meditation to feel rested into 2 hours. Not only that, but he rarely found himself to be hungry.

Slowly he took off the light armor he wore laying it carefully on the desk he was provided and continued to strip till he wore nothing but a dark silk cloth around his waist. He rested his sword carefully across the top of the small dresser as he did this, only to retrieve it once more as well as a small bottle of blood and a dark crimson colored towel from his bag. He spent more than a few minutes dabbing the towel in blood and polishing the masterwork vorpal blade that now rested across his legs.

The sword was well-built by master smiths and enchanted by masters, imbued with dark magic and energy. The green glimmer to the blade shinned brightly as it was polished meticulously and slowly, the Dark Elf being careful of the bite of the edge. Always sharp and for him light and balanced the blade held a hunger for blood, Vale had noticed early on that the longer the sword went without a taste of blood he would in turn become more aggressive and impatient. It was always strange to him how this sword could quite possible have a mind of its own to influence his own emotions.

Before too much longer he found himself holding the sword out in front of him and meditating. As his body and mind rested he continued to play over the mission he was given again and again in his mind and why he was here. The vision of the priestess standing over him as he bowed and stood, the priestess Metissia who had over seen the final phase of his training and who he was tasked too. He remembered what she had said as she walked around him, she liked to pace as she spoke.

“Your orders are clear but you have some lenience with how you carry them out” she paused and looked at Vale who was standing straight and at attention like a good soldier. “Remember I need someone who can perform these things that I ask, continue this training at the tower and be careful. Failure is not acceptable.”

Vale only responded with a nod and a simple phrase, “Yes my lady” a simple informal acknowledgment.

“Good you have your orders Vale, now go gather your things and get out of my sight.” A simple order that he followed but before he could get out of the dark room she spoke again, “And do be careful would you. I have invested far too much influence and time into you for you to get killed or kicked out of that tower” her voice was soft and quiet, she was not there to be heard she was there to be listened too.

The Next Day

He had spent a bit longer than he thought meditating and was in the middle of getting dressed when another Raven propped open his door and slowly skipped in. Vale, anticipating this one to also be loud and obnoxious readied a small shot of dark magic to extinguish the bird if it did so. Yet it did not, it cooed a few times before hopping up onto his desk and watched him for a little while. He ignored the bird for a little while getting dressed as the bird continued to watch.

As he finished getting dressed the bird finally did something other than stare and coo. It unfolded into some kind of parchment that held his schedule? Or assignments? It seemed strange as he read through the list. He was pleased to learn that the high elf was not in his class and felt a bit off or really didn’t know how to feel about the Dark Elf Wizard who was teaching destructive arts. Vale doubted he was wanted or was a deserter, perhaps he was sent here to stay whatever the reason it was something he would have to look into later. For now, he was hungry and wanted something to eat as he headed towards the mess hall once more.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

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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.

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

@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

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

@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

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

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