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Yssil took some light practice swings first, to get used to the movements of the greatsword. It was quite different compared to a short sword or a dagger, even though it had some similarities. Definitely more useful for slicing than stabbing…Could a parry be possible? The sword itself was likely too large to enable that, but maybe a block with the flat side could be feasible. Peripherally, Yssil noted that he was intensely focused – practice often helped him achieve such a state, but not always. After some light swings, he tried putting more force into it. He was not particularly graceful doing that, he knew, but he thought he could get used to the balance. Careful to avoid Adykon entirely, Yssil tried moving while attacking. A diagonal step forward and a bottom-left to upper-right swing. A step backward to lure an imaginary enemy closer and then a quick narrow slash forward. A forward step and a stab – would it work for intimidation or would it only reveal his lack of skill? A half turn to the right and another slash…Some minutes later, much quicker than he would have liked, Yssil felt tired and as per Adykon’s orders, stopped and took some time to regain his breath. He looked at Adykon but said nothing, even though he was curious how he performed. However, Yssil thought that even if nothing was said, he would see soon enough how he fared in the mock spar they were about to have.

Ian A. Graham

While waiting for the female host to make some sort of introduction, Ian had nothing better to do than to remember names of people who’ve chosen to introduce themselves. There was a Walt, very excitable, trying to get questions answered, but was ignored. Ian didn’t think the light-blonde teen was someone he would get along with. He was too excitable and much more outgoing than Ian would like. But maybe talking with people is easier when they’re the ones to take initiative?…Well, if I approach anyone, it should be someone more toned down, I think. Then there was a similarly enthusiastic girl who appeared to have gathering as a hobby. Ian didn’t think she was half as skilled as River, but then again, comparing her to a witch probably wasn’t exactly fair. The girl – Rinh – loudly called dibs on a room and Ian wondered if the ventilation requirement was for experiments, perhaps even potion-oriented ones, or if she needed that for whatever kind of magic she dealt in. If she is a potioneer, that could be a common ground for making a conversation. I could ask her what she intends to do…But based on her open personality, I bet she’ll reveal that soon enough.

After Rinh, there was a white-haired teen, whom Ian thought was younger compared to himself, introducing himself as Shuichi. He seemed a strange mix of suspicious and communicative – he enquired openly about the possibility of being kidnapped. Brought here to be exploited…I never even considered that. Could it be? Why would an enemy go through something like this though? Maybe that boy…Shuichi, he’s Shuichi, remember the names Ian, that’s always a plus for socializing…He might have a point, better be on the lookout in case there is something…Not like I could do much either way. Ian frowned. I hate being so resigned.

Soon after, the female finally began a speech. Very urgent…fading leylines…connected to a being. We already knew all of that from the letter. Those of us who’ve read it at least. I’m guessing Tohru is the blonde magician who just left before. And still she didn’t tell us her name. What exactly are we supposed to call her? Ian shook his head, somewhat disappointed not to get any more information just yet. We need all of you as one – what is that even supposed to mean? Oh, and yes, don’t worry, you can leave if you want but you’ll be living guiltily until everyone dies because you were such a lazy coward. Very inspiring, Ian thought sarcastically.

Despite the somewhat off-putting invitation, some people answered without hesitation. There was a hybrid, and even though Ian didn’t know his name, the pink-haired rabbit-eared teen was unique enough not to be forgettable. After that, a white-haired red-eyed boy answered, introducing himself as Romaní. Ian was intrigued immediately when the other mentioned mantra; the necromancer only knew that it was an obscure form of magic. Then three others accepted, and although Ian didn’t learn any new names – he already memorized Walt’s and the other two didn’t say – the long-haired blond male seemed like a sensible fellow to Ian. He was the second one to say outright that this was an ominous situation and Ian thought the blonde was more serious about it than the Shuichi boy had been. If this many people feel safe to accept…Ian knew that deciding based on numbers was idiotic, but he had his own reasons. He was immensely curious and if this was as good of an opportunity as he thought it could be, then it would be a shame to refuse. “I already made a commitment when I tore that letter. So, yes, I will join,” he said truthfully. The black raven on his shoulder echoed the sentiment with a soft caw.

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