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My computer is refusing to allow me onto the IRC for this RP so...yeah.
Yeeeees? 
Pumirya said
You love the derpy pony, and you know it,
I do. But in the way one loves a stupid dog(like courage!). So lovable...yet so derpy.
The Irish Tree said
RUN HIM DOWN, WHEEL SKELLINGTONS!
Fuck those things. Seriously...just...fuck them.
Althalus
He immediately stopped as the Naga hissed at him, rather nasty looking scythe at the ready. He held up his hands in a placating manner, close to where one of his throwing knives were hidden. It paid to be careful, after all. The demon spoke next, introducing itself as Tyrael. Althalus chuckled softly behind his mask. Well, they're not trying to separate my spine from my body. For a moment he was silent, making sure no one was making any moves to try and kill him. "My name is Althalus Marik. I suppose you could say I'm lost. I was on my way to the Twilight College, to become a student, and was in sight of it when the gates closed. Apparently my leisurely pace was far too leisurely. Glancing about, I noticed an unusual sight. A Naga being ridden by a Wood Elf, which I now see wasn't as nearly as interesting as I thought it could be, and a demon talking to them. I could have either tried to clamber the walls and likely get stabbed by the guardsmen, or I could see what was going on over here and probably get attacked by you, Tyrael, or whacked with a tail." He smiled at the Naga, hidden behind his mask. "I chose the more interesting one as I've climbed far more walls than I can count. Even if this one has mages behind it's walls."
He glanced at the Wood Elf, injuries now obvious. "Now that we've both ascertained that the other isn't going to try and kill them, shall we go into the College and get her taken care of, or shall I be glared at by the Naga for a while longer while you take care of the Elf? Personally, I would prefer not to be standing around, waiting for my fate to be decided." Althalus had refrained from mentioning that he was assassin and his business was dealing in death. Best not to tell people who weren't specifically looking for that service. It tended to lead to awkwardness, violence, someone calling the guards, or all three. And as much as Althalus loved to cause casual mischief, the fun had drained out of that particular venture after the first few dozen times. Then again, He mused, it's fairly easy to guess that I'm involved in death of some sort. The armor isn't exactly inconspicuous and anyone who knows the mask or heard a passing description of it will be able to tell immediately. He smirked behind his mask. Wouldn't that be amusing? An assassin killed on the one time he wasn't planning on killing anyone for money for a long while.
As he waited for Tyrael to respond, he turned his gaze to the Naga. She was beautiful, he had to admit, but he refrained from saying that. In his experience(when he wasn't trying to kill them), Naga weren't the type to enjoy compliments. Or much social interaction for that matter. Then again, this one was also going to the Mage College, or at least she had business there. Lowering his hands, he asked, "And who might you be, my dear?" Althalus heard footsteps rapidly approaching him and turned around, the weak sunlight glinting off of the throwing knife he had drawn from it's hiding place in the process. As the thing(which he eventually remembered as a Foreas), tried to speak, Althalus raised both eyebrows, sheathing the knife he had drawn. "Uh...what?" A demon, a Naga, and now a Foreas. This really was turning out to be the more interesting of the two choices.
He immediately stopped as the Naga hissed at him, rather nasty looking scythe at the ready. He held up his hands in a placating manner, close to where one of his throwing knives were hidden. It paid to be careful, after all. The demon spoke next, introducing itself as Tyrael. Althalus chuckled softly behind his mask. Well, they're not trying to separate my spine from my body. For a moment he was silent, making sure no one was making any moves to try and kill him. "My name is Althalus Marik. I suppose you could say I'm lost. I was on my way to the Twilight College, to become a student, and was in sight of it when the gates closed. Apparently my leisurely pace was far too leisurely. Glancing about, I noticed an unusual sight. A Naga being ridden by a Wood Elf, which I now see wasn't as nearly as interesting as I thought it could be, and a demon talking to them. I could have either tried to clamber the walls and likely get stabbed by the guardsmen, or I could see what was going on over here and probably get attacked by you, Tyrael, or whacked with a tail." He smiled at the Naga, hidden behind his mask. "I chose the more interesting one as I've climbed far more walls than I can count. Even if this one has mages behind it's walls."
He glanced at the Wood Elf, injuries now obvious. "Now that we've both ascertained that the other isn't going to try and kill them, shall we go into the College and get her taken care of, or shall I be glared at by the Naga for a while longer while you take care of the Elf? Personally, I would prefer not to be standing around, waiting for my fate to be decided." Althalus had refrained from mentioning that he was assassin and his business was dealing in death. Best not to tell people who weren't specifically looking for that service. It tended to lead to awkwardness, violence, someone calling the guards, or all three. And as much as Althalus loved to cause casual mischief, the fun had drained out of that particular venture after the first few dozen times. Then again, He mused, it's fairly easy to guess that I'm involved in death of some sort. The armor isn't exactly inconspicuous and anyone who knows the mask or heard a passing description of it will be able to tell immediately. He smirked behind his mask. Wouldn't that be amusing? An assassin killed on the one time he wasn't planning on killing anyone for money for a long while.
As he waited for Tyrael to respond, he turned his gaze to the Naga. She was beautiful, he had to admit, but he refrained from saying that. In his experience(when he wasn't trying to kill them), Naga weren't the type to enjoy compliments. Or much social interaction for that matter. Then again, this one was also going to the Mage College, or at least she had business there. Lowering his hands, he asked, "And who might you be, my dear?" Althalus heard footsteps rapidly approaching him and turned around, the weak sunlight glinting off of the throwing knife he had drawn from it's hiding place in the process. As the thing(which he eventually remembered as a Foreas), tried to speak, Althalus raised both eyebrows, sheathing the knife he had drawn. "Uh...what?" A demon, a Naga, and now a Foreas. This really was turning out to be the more interesting of the two choices.
Ah, poor Coco.
QUICK! To the 'panick and cower' bunkers!
YOUR STORMLORD HAS NO POWER HERE!
THE GREAT UNCLEAN ONE IS NOT IMPRESSED!
THE GREAT UNCLEAN ONE IS NOT IMPRESSED!
YOU CANNOT STOP THE FORCES OF CHAOS THROUGH A COMPUTER!
UNLEASH THE SLAANESHI DAEMONETTES!
UNLEASH THE SLAANESHI DAEMONETTES!
Althalus
He had tried to make it on time. He really did! But, at his leisurely pace(and the nap he had taken about an hour ago) had him within sight of the College just as the gates were shut. "Well...damn." At least he wasn't being slowly roasted alive in his own armor, as some of the hotter days had apparently been set upon. Althalus glanced around the grey plains, more out of habit than anything else. It was always good to know if your environment has changed in the last minute or so when you're planning on killing someone surrounded by people who would be very angry and feeling very violent when said someone dies by assassination. And if the escape route is blocked....well, it isn't pretty, to say the least. Regardless Althalus noted, with some interest, what appeared to be a Naga with a Wood Elf on it's back. Now, finding a Naga outside of Yarosmere was strange enough. Finding one with a Wood Elf riding was past the line of strange and well into the bizarre side of things.
There were two choices before Althalus. He could go climb the walls of the College and likely get stabbed by a guard before he could explain himself(and likely even after cause who would believe that he was a student?), or he could o and find out just exactly what was going on with unusual duo. Althalus grinned behind his mask. Well that's an obvious choice, isn't it? Turning in their direction, " Let's go chat with the Naga and the Forest Elf...and the demon." In the short time he had looked away, the two had been met by what appeared to be a demon. Since no one appeared to be attacking anyone, or at least there wasn't any hostile movements, Althalus could only assume the demon was, at the very least, an indifferent one. One who didn't enjoy nibbling on snake or elf...or human. "This can't go wrong at all. Walking up on a Naga and a demon. Sure. One or the other won't decide I've offended them in some strange way and try to kill me." Still, it was better than trying to clamber into the College with guards who would likely be very irritated by an enterprise like that.
So, whistling a merry tune, Althalus began heading towards the demon, the Naga, and the Wood Elf. Hmph. Sounds like the beginning of joke I heard once.
Uicle
"Well, at least she hasn't broken anything yet." Uicle observed as Alaira helped Aramir to her feet. The Snow Elf had appeared to have a minor panic attack for a reason that would hopefully be revealed fairly soon. Couldn't have her panicking in the middle of classes, could they? Uicle withdrew from the Golem(a metal bird to be specific) he was using to watch the tour. He probably had dozens of the things flying around, knowledge was power after all, and he used to have more. That is, till they got within Alaira's reach and were smashed. Uicle had deemed to better to just let the souls go back to the Pit rather than try and repair whatever damage the Forest Elf had done. They were the eyes and ears of the College, providing early warning to Uicle and the others(if it was something that required the attention of the others, that is. Uicle was fairly certain that they didn't need to know that the Students were several hours away.) Greg(who is completely made out of metal) gave a little metallic 'woof'. Uicle looked down at him, fondly rubbing his ears and drawing out a slight scratching sound with the hand that wasn't holding the staff. "I suppose you're right."
Before he did, however, he did a quick check of all his Golems located about the College(multipurpose Golems. They could be guards, servants and guides all in one!), out of the way. Just because it was a mage school doesn't mean they weren't prepared. Besides, no need to have the students worried about the mass amount of fire, water, metal, air, shadow and stone golems patrolling the halls and walls with the regular guards. Some quite apparent...others less so. If he had a mouth, Uicle would be smirking. As it was, he simply chuckled and rose from where he had been sitting. Or tried to at least. The chair simply fell apart before he could rise and he fell down onto the ground with a rattle and a thump. "I suppose I was overdue for that curse to kick in, wasn't I?" He grumbled, ignoring Greg and his wolfish, gleaming grin.
Aramir
Before she could make a bigger fool of herself, attention was drawn a little bit away from her by the half-esyire and questions being asked. Aramir, as she slowly began to calm down from the panic that had gripped her, began to detect music playing. Not loud, but it was enough to ensure that there wouldn't be silence..at least for a little while. As she sat on the ground, slowly regaining her composure, a hand was suddenly reaching down to help her up. Suppressing the yelp that came to her lips as her light frame was essentially rocketed into the sky, she looked up at the Forest elf, craning her neck. "I wasn't afraid of anyone hurting me. It's..." She hesitated. How does one explain that they were terrified and freaked out over silence and quiet? After a few more moments, she decided that now was not the time to go about explaining her terrors. "I'll explain later, I promise." She said, smiling slightly at the other Elf. "My name is Aramir. Thanks for the help." Looking down from the Elf who had helped her(her neck was beginning to hurt!), she moved her eyes over to the one called Khan and then craned her neck again. This is going to be bothersome. She thought wearily. "Sorry for running into I kind of..panicked. Will we be sharing a room with other students, or will we be by ourselves?"
She hoped it was the latter. It would be hard to explain to a roommate why she had to sleep with a candle lit all night, or why she never slept. Especially the latter..that would bring up bad memories and the wounds were still too fresh.
He had tried to make it on time. He really did! But, at his leisurely pace(and the nap he had taken about an hour ago) had him within sight of the College just as the gates were shut. "Well...damn." At least he wasn't being slowly roasted alive in his own armor, as some of the hotter days had apparently been set upon. Althalus glanced around the grey plains, more out of habit than anything else. It was always good to know if your environment has changed in the last minute or so when you're planning on killing someone surrounded by people who would be very angry and feeling very violent when said someone dies by assassination. And if the escape route is blocked....well, it isn't pretty, to say the least. Regardless Althalus noted, with some interest, what appeared to be a Naga with a Wood Elf on it's back. Now, finding a Naga outside of Yarosmere was strange enough. Finding one with a Wood Elf riding was past the line of strange and well into the bizarre side of things.
There were two choices before Althalus. He could go climb the walls of the College and likely get stabbed by a guard before he could explain himself(and likely even after cause who would believe that he was a student?), or he could o and find out just exactly what was going on with unusual duo. Althalus grinned behind his mask. Well that's an obvious choice, isn't it? Turning in their direction, " Let's go chat with the Naga and the Forest Elf...and the demon." In the short time he had looked away, the two had been met by what appeared to be a demon. Since no one appeared to be attacking anyone, or at least there wasn't any hostile movements, Althalus could only assume the demon was, at the very least, an indifferent one. One who didn't enjoy nibbling on snake or elf...or human. "This can't go wrong at all. Walking up on a Naga and a demon. Sure. One or the other won't decide I've offended them in some strange way and try to kill me." Still, it was better than trying to clamber into the College with guards who would likely be very irritated by an enterprise like that.
So, whistling a merry tune, Althalus began heading towards the demon, the Naga, and the Wood Elf. Hmph. Sounds like the beginning of joke I heard once.
Uicle
"Well, at least she hasn't broken anything yet." Uicle observed as Alaira helped Aramir to her feet. The Snow Elf had appeared to have a minor panic attack for a reason that would hopefully be revealed fairly soon. Couldn't have her panicking in the middle of classes, could they? Uicle withdrew from the Golem(a metal bird to be specific) he was using to watch the tour. He probably had dozens of the things flying around, knowledge was power after all, and he used to have more. That is, till they got within Alaira's reach and were smashed. Uicle had deemed to better to just let the souls go back to the Pit rather than try and repair whatever damage the Forest Elf had done. They were the eyes and ears of the College, providing early warning to Uicle and the others(if it was something that required the attention of the others, that is. Uicle was fairly certain that they didn't need to know that the Students were several hours away.) Greg(who is completely made out of metal) gave a little metallic 'woof'. Uicle looked down at him, fondly rubbing his ears and drawing out a slight scratching sound with the hand that wasn't holding the staff. "I suppose you're right."
Before he did, however, he did a quick check of all his Golems located about the College(multipurpose Golems. They could be guards, servants and guides all in one!), out of the way. Just because it was a mage school doesn't mean they weren't prepared. Besides, no need to have the students worried about the mass amount of fire, water, metal, air, shadow and stone golems patrolling the halls and walls with the regular guards. Some quite apparent...others less so. If he had a mouth, Uicle would be smirking. As it was, he simply chuckled and rose from where he had been sitting. Or tried to at least. The chair simply fell apart before he could rise and he fell down onto the ground with a rattle and a thump. "I suppose I was overdue for that curse to kick in, wasn't I?" He grumbled, ignoring Greg and his wolfish, gleaming grin.
Aramir
Before she could make a bigger fool of herself, attention was drawn a little bit away from her by the half-esyire and questions being asked. Aramir, as she slowly began to calm down from the panic that had gripped her, began to detect music playing. Not loud, but it was enough to ensure that there wouldn't be silence..at least for a little while. As she sat on the ground, slowly regaining her composure, a hand was suddenly reaching down to help her up. Suppressing the yelp that came to her lips as her light frame was essentially rocketed into the sky, she looked up at the Forest elf, craning her neck. "I wasn't afraid of anyone hurting me. It's..." She hesitated. How does one explain that they were terrified and freaked out over silence and quiet? After a few more moments, she decided that now was not the time to go about explaining her terrors. "I'll explain later, I promise." She said, smiling slightly at the other Elf. "My name is Aramir. Thanks for the help." Looking down from the Elf who had helped her(her neck was beginning to hurt!), she moved her eyes over to the one called Khan and then craned her neck again. This is going to be bothersome. She thought wearily. "Sorry for running into I kind of..panicked. Will we be sharing a room with other students, or will we be by ourselves?"
She hoped it was the latter. It would be hard to explain to a roommate why she had to sleep with a candle lit all night, or why she never slept. Especially the latter..that would bring up bad memories and the wounds were still too fresh.
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