BranchWood Academy, the start of a new era, the beginning of a world heading towards peace. It has been nearly seven years since the end of the previous war. Our continent of Alinixia still ravaged by the after effects of this war, fought valiantly to rebound after the incident. The burned forests, polluted rivers and maimed wild life have only now begun to make it back to their previous states.
With incident of the Orc Conquest behind us, we, Nalicith, as a world have moved forward. The Orcs, Trolls and other races of Orrorio have now been incorporated into our society. The Grand Master Forgers and Magicians Council have connected trade to those living on Orrorio. Along with these changes, the concept of Academies had spread far across Alinixia. When including BranchWood Academy, there was now a total of twenty academies spread across the continent. Each academy had their secondary purpose, along with actually training the students who attended them. These academies would stand and function as a stronghold if the time called for it.
This brings us to where we stand today, within the walls of the Great BranchWood Academy. As today, March 12th, 371 marks the seventh annual opening of BranchWood Academy. A grand event... an event of which gathers people of many kinds to one location to be challenged and tested. Those who manage to enter are ranked among BranchWood's finest and given a chance to better themselves. For, as Mr. BranchWood himself once said, "When alone, we can only handle those weaker than ourselves. Yet, if we stand together and united, we can overcome even the worst of odds. Humanity has proven this time after time, and will continue to do so; So long as we know that if we are united... we cannot fall."
With incident of the Orc Conquest behind us, we, Nalicith, as a world have moved forward. The Orcs, Trolls and other races of Orrorio have now been incorporated into our society. The Grand Master Forgers and Magicians Council have connected trade to those living on Orrorio. Along with these changes, the concept of Academies had spread far across Alinixia. When including BranchWood Academy, there was now a total of twenty academies spread across the continent. Each academy had their secondary purpose, along with actually training the students who attended them. These academies would stand and function as a stronghold if the time called for it.
This brings us to where we stand today, within the walls of the Great BranchWood Academy. As today, March 12th, 371 marks the seventh annual opening of BranchWood Academy. A grand event... an event of which gathers people of many kinds to one location to be challenged and tested. Those who manage to enter are ranked among BranchWood's finest and given a chance to better themselves. For, as Mr. BranchWood himself once said, "When alone, we can only handle those weaker than ourselves. Yet, if we stand together and united, we can overcome even the worst of odds. Humanity has proven this time after time, and will continue to do so; So long as we know that if we are united... we cannot fall."
Date: March 12th, 371
Time: 10:27 A.M.
Location: BranchWood Academies' Arena
Current Attendees: Eighty-Seven 1st Year Students
Host/Speaker: Mr. Gravin - HeadMaster of BranchWood
The skies seemed to be dreary as everyone took their seats in the arena. Looking around from side to side, each attendee would realize these were their classmates. Each one of them different from one another, whether it be their abilities, skills or even just looks. Each and everyone of these students were now a part, of even the smallest speck, of BranchWood's history. To be here among these eighty-seven students was something to be proud of. After all, you were one of the thousand who were invited to attempt BranchWood Academies entrance exam. Then, further more out of those thousand, only a total of eighty-seven had been hand picked by the staff.
The crowd of people sat restlessly as the gloom stricken skies began to weep. The rain fell at a steady pace, scattered aimlessly amongst the arena as the wind howled forth. Such was a dreadful day to be joining an Academy, which was to be held so high. The atmosphere, as well, seemed to be dull, despite the true excitement to be joining such a highly regarded academy. As the rain continued to beat down upon the attendees, a man finally appeared in the distorted vision of them all. The man approached the center of the arena at a causal pace trudging through the rain. His eyes set forward on the attendants within the claws of this dreadful storm.
Once the man had reached the center of the arena, the crowd had begun to speak amongst themselves. Soon after, a loud sound could be heard, which in turn silenced the crowd. Their eyes slowly turning back towards the man at the center of the arena. Once all eyes had returned on the man, the terrain of the arena had begun to alter itself. The ground beneath him had slowly swirled lifting him off the stationary ground of the arena. Eventually the man had stopped at the same height as the attendants. The ground of which he stood on began to swirl, his eyes looking at each of the students as he was spun around slowly.
The ground had eventually stopped moving and was once more still. The man took a moment to clear his voice before finally speaking to the people. "Welcome, one and all to BranchWood Academies' seventh entrance ceremony. I am your HeadMaster, Mr. Gravin and I am personally here to see each of you before you are finally admitted into BranchWood Academy. For each and everyone of you here today, there are a few final steps for you to become a part of BranchWood.
First, I would like each and everyone of you to take a moment to look at everyone in this arena. These people you sit next to are now, your fellow classmates. However, that is not all I want you to see as you look at each of these people. I want you, as warriors, to realize that this may be the last time you spend with all these people alive. As much as I would love for you all to surpass us, It isn't as simple and easy as it may seem. You will put to the test time after time again. As much as I hate to admit it, these tests could eventually lead to the death of your fellow classmates. We, as teachers, are only able to teach you so much when it comes to the world and your own abilities. It is when you, the students, have to use these abilities... that these incidents may occur.
If you, as an individual, do not have the will to fight past these possibilities. Then, I will not hold it against you if you wish to leave now. Each of us know that a life is precious and if you aren't willing to put it on the line; than perhaps this isn't the thing you should pursue." Having these words been mentioned by the HeadMaster, the attendees of the ceremony had dropped from eighty-seven to seventy-four.
Once the people who stood up had left, the man had once again continued speaking. "Now, as those who are still here, I expect you are willing to risk it all? Very well, than I have a few things to explain before I conclude this ceremony. Each of you have been ranked based upon the skills of which you currently hold. You will be labeled by this factor and it will follow you throughout your first year of BranchWood Academy. Once the first year is completed, you will be tested once again and your stats will be adjusted. If you are lucky, this will result in your actual rank rising and your label changing. That being said, in order for you to manage to graduate to the second year of BranchWood Academy, you must partake in at least one Mission with your squad. If this minor requirement is not met, you will be forcibly removed from BranchWood Academy without any questions being asked. However, you will have one last opportunity to prove your worth to stay in the Academy. We will give you the chance to take on an unranked mission and if it is completed you will gain admittance into year two of BranchWood Academy.
I believe, that is everything that I needed to say to each and everyone of you. Ah yes, two more things I must explain before I dismiss you all. BranchWood Academy does not have any form of formal wear required on the schools premises. As such, you may wear what ever you wish while here on BranchWood Academy. The second thing I have to mention deals with squads. We, the BranchWood Academy Faculty, do not pick out your squads for you. Instead, it is something you must figure out on your own time. That being said, I will now take my leave and you are all free to do as you please."
The platform of which the man stood on slowly receded back into the ground. The sound of thunder could be heard in the distance as the man left the arena. Upon leaving, the enthusiasm of the attendants actually managed to muster itself despite the storm at hand. People had begun to converse with one another and others had already left for their dorms. The entire community had managed to split into two distinct groups as they the ceremony had ended. Those who had stayed to speak amongst the other first years and those who stayed to converse with one another.
Time: 10:27 A.M.
Location: BranchWood Academies' Arena
Current Attendees: Eighty-Seven 1st Year Students
Host/Speaker: Mr. Gravin - HeadMaster of BranchWood
The skies seemed to be dreary as everyone took their seats in the arena. Looking around from side to side, each attendee would realize these were their classmates. Each one of them different from one another, whether it be their abilities, skills or even just looks. Each and everyone of these students were now a part, of even the smallest speck, of BranchWood's history. To be here among these eighty-seven students was something to be proud of. After all, you were one of the thousand who were invited to attempt BranchWood Academies entrance exam. Then, further more out of those thousand, only a total of eighty-seven had been hand picked by the staff.
The crowd of people sat restlessly as the gloom stricken skies began to weep. The rain fell at a steady pace, scattered aimlessly amongst the arena as the wind howled forth. Such was a dreadful day to be joining an Academy, which was to be held so high. The atmosphere, as well, seemed to be dull, despite the true excitement to be joining such a highly regarded academy. As the rain continued to beat down upon the attendees, a man finally appeared in the distorted vision of them all. The man approached the center of the arena at a causal pace trudging through the rain. His eyes set forward on the attendants within the claws of this dreadful storm.
Once the man had reached the center of the arena, the crowd had begun to speak amongst themselves. Soon after, a loud sound could be heard, which in turn silenced the crowd. Their eyes slowly turning back towards the man at the center of the arena. Once all eyes had returned on the man, the terrain of the arena had begun to alter itself. The ground beneath him had slowly swirled lifting him off the stationary ground of the arena. Eventually the man had stopped at the same height as the attendants. The ground of which he stood on began to swirl, his eyes looking at each of the students as he was spun around slowly.
The ground had eventually stopped moving and was once more still. The man took a moment to clear his voice before finally speaking to the people. "Welcome, one and all to BranchWood Academies' seventh entrance ceremony. I am your HeadMaster, Mr. Gravin and I am personally here to see each of you before you are finally admitted into BranchWood Academy. For each and everyone of you here today, there are a few final steps for you to become a part of BranchWood.
First, I would like each and everyone of you to take a moment to look at everyone in this arena. These people you sit next to are now, your fellow classmates. However, that is not all I want you to see as you look at each of these people. I want you, as warriors, to realize that this may be the last time you spend with all these people alive. As much as I would love for you all to surpass us, It isn't as simple and easy as it may seem. You will put to the test time after time again. As much as I hate to admit it, these tests could eventually lead to the death of your fellow classmates. We, as teachers, are only able to teach you so much when it comes to the world and your own abilities. It is when you, the students, have to use these abilities... that these incidents may occur.
If you, as an individual, do not have the will to fight past these possibilities. Then, I will not hold it against you if you wish to leave now. Each of us know that a life is precious and if you aren't willing to put it on the line; than perhaps this isn't the thing you should pursue." Having these words been mentioned by the HeadMaster, the attendees of the ceremony had dropped from eighty-seven to seventy-four.
Once the people who stood up had left, the man had once again continued speaking. "Now, as those who are still here, I expect you are willing to risk it all? Very well, than I have a few things to explain before I conclude this ceremony. Each of you have been ranked based upon the skills of which you currently hold. You will be labeled by this factor and it will follow you throughout your first year of BranchWood Academy. Once the first year is completed, you will be tested once again and your stats will be adjusted. If you are lucky, this will result in your actual rank rising and your label changing. That being said, in order for you to manage to graduate to the second year of BranchWood Academy, you must partake in at least one Mission with your squad. If this minor requirement is not met, you will be forcibly removed from BranchWood Academy without any questions being asked. However, you will have one last opportunity to prove your worth to stay in the Academy. We will give you the chance to take on an unranked mission and if it is completed you will gain admittance into year two of BranchWood Academy.
I believe, that is everything that I needed to say to each and everyone of you. Ah yes, two more things I must explain before I dismiss you all. BranchWood Academy does not have any form of formal wear required on the schools premises. As such, you may wear what ever you wish while here on BranchWood Academy. The second thing I have to mention deals with squads. We, the BranchWood Academy Faculty, do not pick out your squads for you. Instead, it is something you must figure out on your own time. That being said, I will now take my leave and you are all free to do as you please."
The platform of which the man stood on slowly receded back into the ground. The sound of thunder could be heard in the distance as the man left the arena. Upon leaving, the enthusiasm of the attendants actually managed to muster itself despite the storm at hand. People had begun to converse with one another and others had already left for their dorms. The entire community had managed to split into two distinct groups as they the ceremony had ended. Those who had stayed to speak amongst the other first years and those who stayed to converse with one another.
James looked on in interest at the departing figure of the headmaster Gravin. He wanted halt him. to ask him about the circumstances of his enrollment. How had he found him in the first place? It wasnt as if he had used any magics to hide his location, (something his father had always been rather against simply because he believed that deliberately hiding magic was more obvious as it created a sort of black hole of nothing where there should at least be Some form of energy, at least kinetically). But when his father had passed, it had been assumed that James had died as well. He wondered if the headmaster had known his parent in some capacity....
He stood up, intending to follow the departing figure out of the arena, but the sound of thunder and the sudden fall of heavy rain distracted him from his intended quest. He resolved to speak with the man later. But for now, it appeared that the other students were attempting to rush inside, and he would have to investigate the dorms, as well as find others to partner with for the classes and missions before them...
He stood up, intending to follow the departing figure out of the arena, but the sound of thunder and the sudden fall of heavy rain distracted him from his intended quest. He resolved to speak with the man later. But for now, it appeared that the other students were attempting to rush inside, and he would have to investigate the dorms, as well as find others to partner with for the classes and missions before them...
Zezrot sat quietly in an empty space on the arena's many rows of bleachers. He had managed to arrive a bit early, expecting a somewhat larger turnout. Resting on his lap was a wooden puppet with eyes that glowed a deep white. These innocent eyes scanned across Zezrot's somber expression. He disliked being in bad weather like this; always has, always will. He kept the hood of his large cloak covering his head. Zezrot moved his eyes about the arena as it filled up with eager students. To his surprise, he hadn't received as many dirty looks as he had anticipated. Not many people usually approved of his strange puppets, especially when they noticed the lack of strings. It made him feel less like an alien, a feeling that he found himself experiencing quite often.
The puppet reached up with its small hand and brushed through the front of Zezrot's hair. "Caretaker, you've gone and let your hair grow long again. You should cut it", the puppet spoke in its small, almost childlike tone. He paid the thing no mind, instead focusing as the Headmaster of Branchwood Academy made himself visible for all to see. Zezrot listened carefully as the Headmaster explained the hardships the teachers and staff would put the students through. Zezrot felt a seed a worry begin to root itself deep within him. Perhaps he didn't truly understand what he was getting himself into. But heroes didn't succumb to fear, so neither would he. Therefore, as others left their seats and moved toward the exits, too afraid to deal with this fate, Zezrot stayed completely still. They weren't fit to be here, he would think. They weren't the heroes.
As the headmaster went on of what was expected of those brave souls who remained, the puppet situated on Zezrot's lap grew suddenly uninterested in his hair, and turned its head to face the headmaster. "Who's that man?", it asked innocently. "That's the Headmaster of the academy", Zezrot responded without moving his mouth. His tone lacked amusement. The puppet remained quiet after that, for it understood what such a tone meant. After the headmaster finished his speech and once again vanished, Zezrot, much like the other students, lifted himself from his seat, the wooden puppet held in his arms. With a free hand, he held an amulet up to it. "Alright, time to go back. You're gonna get all wet out here", he said, again without uttering a sound. The thing complied by touching its small hand to the amulet's dark purple jewel. Almost immediately, the puppet's wooden body gave way to bright glowing energy as it was sucked into the trinket around Zezrot's neck. With it away, he adjusted his cloak and forced the pendent behind his tunic before shuffling out of the arena with all the others. He found himself fantasizing about his future heroism, the same way he usually did when the worry was present.
The puppet reached up with its small hand and brushed through the front of Zezrot's hair. "Caretaker, you've gone and let your hair grow long again. You should cut it", the puppet spoke in its small, almost childlike tone. He paid the thing no mind, instead focusing as the Headmaster of Branchwood Academy made himself visible for all to see. Zezrot listened carefully as the Headmaster explained the hardships the teachers and staff would put the students through. Zezrot felt a seed a worry begin to root itself deep within him. Perhaps he didn't truly understand what he was getting himself into. But heroes didn't succumb to fear, so neither would he. Therefore, as others left their seats and moved toward the exits, too afraid to deal with this fate, Zezrot stayed completely still. They weren't fit to be here, he would think. They weren't the heroes.
As the headmaster went on of what was expected of those brave souls who remained, the puppet situated on Zezrot's lap grew suddenly uninterested in his hair, and turned its head to face the headmaster. "Who's that man?", it asked innocently. "That's the Headmaster of the academy", Zezrot responded without moving his mouth. His tone lacked amusement. The puppet remained quiet after that, for it understood what such a tone meant. After the headmaster finished his speech and once again vanished, Zezrot, much like the other students, lifted himself from his seat, the wooden puppet held in his arms. With a free hand, he held an amulet up to it. "Alright, time to go back. You're gonna get all wet out here", he said, again without uttering a sound. The thing complied by touching its small hand to the amulet's dark purple jewel. Almost immediately, the puppet's wooden body gave way to bright glowing energy as it was sucked into the trinket around Zezrot's neck. With it away, he adjusted his cloak and forced the pendent behind his tunic before shuffling out of the arena with all the others. He found himself fantasizing about his future heroism, the same way he usually did when the worry was present.
Sat in attendance among the rest of her fellow classmates, not too fond of the conditions in which they were meeting. Though, the angel had more than enough to keep herself dry. Being sure to be seated back so as to not block anyone's view, Ilu drew her metallic wing up in a way that shielded most of her form from the rain...as well as the small kit resting in her lap. The poor thing was cowering in fear of possible thunder and becoming drench. Such a vain, skittish thing..Perhaps she should have left her at one of the dorm rooms, at least until this was over. It was too late to do anything about it now. She could only assure the arctic kit with a gentle caress over her ears..
Glancing up from her rattled companion, the vixen's hidden gaze pierced their veil to get a good look at the man that came forward...and up apparently. With her ears perked high, they tuned in even before he began to speak. It wasn't until she heard his voice, that they seemed to relax some. The premise behind his words came as no surprise to her, knowing full well that there will be dangers being sent out into the field and even during her growth here at BranchWood. It came with the territory as well as the vibe this academy as a whole gave off. Though, if it led to furthering her research, she would play along with just about anything. However, not everyone had the same strive she had and she wasn't going to waste a second judging those who stood up around her to make their leave. Because despite being vigilant, it didn't mean she wasn't scared of the possibility of death. For like any other mortal, she only had one life..
As time passed and the ones who chose to leave were out of sight, the angel's eyes returned to the Headmaster as he continued speaking. Eventually coming to an understanding of all that must be done in order for her to stay here. Bring people together. Work as one. Stay alive. Then, seeing him turn to walk away, Ilu wasted no time standing to her feet. Socializing would have to wait until she got to the dormitory building. She had to get her terrified companion inside before the poor thing had a heart attack.
Glancing up from her rattled companion, the vixen's hidden gaze pierced their veil to get a good look at the man that came forward...and up apparently. With her ears perked high, they tuned in even before he began to speak. It wasn't until she heard his voice, that they seemed to relax some. The premise behind his words came as no surprise to her, knowing full well that there will be dangers being sent out into the field and even during her growth here at BranchWood. It came with the territory as well as the vibe this academy as a whole gave off. Though, if it led to furthering her research, she would play along with just about anything. However, not everyone had the same strive she had and she wasn't going to waste a second judging those who stood up around her to make their leave. Because despite being vigilant, it didn't mean she wasn't scared of the possibility of death. For like any other mortal, she only had one life..
As time passed and the ones who chose to leave were out of sight, the angel's eyes returned to the Headmaster as he continued speaking. Eventually coming to an understanding of all that must be done in order for her to stay here. Bring people together. Work as one. Stay alive. Then, seeing him turn to walk away, Ilu wasted no time standing to her feet. Socializing would have to wait until she got to the dormitory building. She had to get her terrified companion inside before the poor thing had a heart attack.
Let us assume the best solution is to forget your duty. But, that is only if you know the meaning of the word "preperation".
Crow's coarse shoes had carried her to the furthest left chair, settling within it. Crow's hand lifts upwards and pushes against the underside of the dirtied, three-cornered hat. Crow's facial features remained neutral, as her gaze drifts towards the headmaster. Crow's gaze lingered upon the man, then blinked once as the lightning struck. Crow's head tips upward, as her gaze drifts to the sky, then closes for a few moments. Her gaze opens, then returns to the headmaster, before drifting towards the others gathered. Crow's gaze returns to the headmaster.
Crow's gaze drifts towards those who gathered to leave, her facial features remaining neutral, "Such cowardice. As if their lives were worth more than what could be found."
Crow's gaze returns to the headmaster, her hands idly within her lap. The other students about her looked over, talking amongst themselves. Several statements were about Crow, but her gaze remained settled upon the headmaster. Her form rose, after the speech was finished, and her coarse shoes carried her out of the arena.
There is no reason why things end. Were it not so, all would be meaningless.
RELUCLANT TO JOIN THE CEREMONY Celestine had come to the arena, her arrival being a bit off the decided time for the ceremony.Celestine sat at the farthest corner of the crowd, the fact that she was uncomfortable with the chair was clear, but she decided to ignore it.The sound of rain soothed her nerves as she waited for the host. She scanned her surroundings and found a lot of interesting looking people, it made her happy to find that there were a lot of people to prank in this academy. and when he had arrived, Celestine was sure that she wouldn't end up sleeping through the ceremony like in other academies, the head master seemed cool and awesome.
When the headmaster had started his speech, Celestine was surprised, she didn't know that it was an elite academy, all she knew was that it was hard to get into.
She listened to him attentively, making sure to not miss anything important leaving his mouth. And then he said something that made a lot of people stand up and leave, the remaining crowd had mixed feelings about the people who left, some people thought that it was cowardice, but Celestine understood what those people felt, no one wants to die early, especially when they have people they want to protect, and as Celestine's mom had told her many time before, " dying is the easy way out from protecting something you cherish".
When the Headmaster left, Celestine sighed as she slumped in the chair, she was sleepy due to her brother nagging her on how to act when she arrives at the academy, she brushed the thoughts as she drifted of to sleep.
When the headmaster had started his speech, Celestine was surprised, she didn't know that it was an elite academy, all she knew was that it was hard to get into.
She listened to him attentively, making sure to not miss anything important leaving his mouth. And then he said something that made a lot of people stand up and leave, the remaining crowd had mixed feelings about the people who left, some people thought that it was cowardice, but Celestine understood what those people felt, no one wants to die early, especially when they have people they want to protect, and as Celestine's mom had told her many time before, " dying is the easy way out from protecting something you cherish".
When the Headmaster left, Celestine sighed as she slumped in the chair, she was sleepy due to her brother nagging her on how to act when she arrives at the academy, she brushed the thoughts as she drifted of to sleep.
A sweet sound pierces the rainy air. A man sits among the others, soon to be known as his classmates, in a darkly shaded cloak. In his pale hands, the man, known by himself and others as Oethis, cradles delicately a stringed instrument. He coils the fingers of his left hand around the thing's long neck whilst plucking methodically at three taut strings. Oethis noted the distinct sound that the rain made as minute droplets cascaded over the smooth body of his Shamisen. He thought it was as if it wanted to play along with him, and he was happy to oblige.
To his left, Oethis felt another man approach, accompanied by a group of talking companions. Oethis stared forward with his milky gray eyes, focusing his attention on seeing the man next to him. The man's incessant talking and laughing made putting the pieces of the picture together very simplistic. Oethis could see that the man was tall, muscular, and sported a short beard. On his back, the man kept sheathed a rather long, and slightly dull, sword of steel. Nothing special, of course; no engravings or enchantments. But what set this man apart from those that sat to his right was his endless stream of chatter. It conflicted with the rain's beats, the melody of Oethis' strings. The blind man slowly moved his hand down the neck of his shamisen and focused. After a moment of concentration, Oethis pinpointed the exact sound he wanted to make. A single pluck of a string was all it took. Soon, the man that sat next to him doubled over in pain, his meaty hand grasping fruitlessly at his right ear. The man's friends huddled around him, attempting to console him when the damage was already done. Soon, the man stood up and made his way out of the arena, his loyal companions following in confusion behind.
Oethis relaxed his focus and let the man free from his pain the moment he felt him leave the arena. A delighted smile crept over Oethis' face. "It was for the best", he would think. "A Shepard like him wouldn't last long here, nor would his little sheep". The blind man adjusted his fingers once more along the guitar's neck, ready to continue his song. But just then, Oethis felt another presence enter the arena; a much more powerful and commanding one. Placing the shamisen back in its place along his back, he listened intently as the man, revealed to be the Headmaster of Branchwood, explained what was expected of them as future students. The Headmaster did not seem interested in sugar-coating details. As the weak ones left, Oethis analyzed the words that the Headmaster had previously spoken. Oethis did not fear for his life, even now as he saw just how many were intimidated. And by mere words! The competitive atmosphere, the grueling nature of the promised tests; Oethis knew he belonged here.
When the Headmaster's speech concluded, Oethis waited a moment for the traffic going out of the arena to die down. When it did, the blind man stood himself up and made his way to the exit, instrument in hand. He picked a melody free from the shamisen's strings as he walked forward. He supposed now would be a good time to meet up with the squad mates to whom he had been assigned. He didn't much like the idea of having someone to rely on, but perhaps it wouldn't be all bad. Perhaps he'd find in them more vessels to toy with. The idea brought a crooked smile to his face.
To his left, Oethis felt another man approach, accompanied by a group of talking companions. Oethis stared forward with his milky gray eyes, focusing his attention on seeing the man next to him. The man's incessant talking and laughing made putting the pieces of the picture together very simplistic. Oethis could see that the man was tall, muscular, and sported a short beard. On his back, the man kept sheathed a rather long, and slightly dull, sword of steel. Nothing special, of course; no engravings or enchantments. But what set this man apart from those that sat to his right was his endless stream of chatter. It conflicted with the rain's beats, the melody of Oethis' strings. The blind man slowly moved his hand down the neck of his shamisen and focused. After a moment of concentration, Oethis pinpointed the exact sound he wanted to make. A single pluck of a string was all it took. Soon, the man that sat next to him doubled over in pain, his meaty hand grasping fruitlessly at his right ear. The man's friends huddled around him, attempting to console him when the damage was already done. Soon, the man stood up and made his way out of the arena, his loyal companions following in confusion behind.
Oethis relaxed his focus and let the man free from his pain the moment he felt him leave the arena. A delighted smile crept over Oethis' face. "It was for the best", he would think. "A Shepard like him wouldn't last long here, nor would his little sheep". The blind man adjusted his fingers once more along the guitar's neck, ready to continue his song. But just then, Oethis felt another presence enter the arena; a much more powerful and commanding one. Placing the shamisen back in its place along his back, he listened intently as the man, revealed to be the Headmaster of Branchwood, explained what was expected of them as future students. The Headmaster did not seem interested in sugar-coating details. As the weak ones left, Oethis analyzed the words that the Headmaster had previously spoken. Oethis did not fear for his life, even now as he saw just how many were intimidated. And by mere words! The competitive atmosphere, the grueling nature of the promised tests; Oethis knew he belonged here.
When the Headmaster's speech concluded, Oethis waited a moment for the traffic going out of the arena to die down. When it did, the blind man stood himself up and made his way to the exit, instrument in hand. He picked a melody free from the shamisen's strings as he walked forward. He supposed now would be a good time to meet up with the squad mates to whom he had been assigned. He didn't much like the idea of having someone to rely on, but perhaps it wouldn't be all bad. Perhaps he'd find in them more vessels to toy with. The idea brought a crooked smile to his face.
Yukihime walked towards the furthest back row of seats, where she wouldn't disturb anyone. She glanced around the spacious arena. So many people had been accepted into Branchwood, just like her. All as qualified, if not, more qualified than she was. Wow...There's so many people here... She hid her excitement under her hood, while she was grinning to herself. She took her seat, keeping her hood on her cloak on to hide her face. So many people to learn with! So many new things that all of us can teach each other! Her excitement was continuing to grow, until the rain started. She put her hand out, feeling the droplets of rain hit the palm of her hand.
With that, she let out a heavy sigh. The rain felt...depressing for some reason. She didn't know why, but her excitement slowly whittled itself down, until it was almost nonexistent. On a great and exciting day like this, where everyone was supposed to be ecstatic, she didn't know why or how the rain changed her attitude so fast. She usually liked the rain, but today, it seemed really dull with the dark skies being filled with a sullen feeling. Hey! Yuki! Calm down, would ya? You're feeling so down under the weather that I'm starting to feel it too! Her sister, Yurara, was annoyed that she was having her sudden mood spikes again. If you have time to be depressed, at least let me see what it looks like out there! It's boring being in here! Ah, sorry! It must be really tough in there, huh Yurara? Give me a sec! I'll swap with you really soon! And with those thoughts she sent to Yurara, she closed her eyes, and muttered the words, "Soul Change." A bright white light that was hidden within the cloak shone over her body. Her blue hair and sky blue transformed into a more reddish color, and Yurara, who was now in control of the body stretched her limbs. So this is the arena...huh? She scanned around the arena, looking around the area very closely. Nothing seemed too out of place.
Yurara was still bored. Even being out of the bangle seemed a little monotonous at this point, until the headmaster showed up. Hey Yuki, I think something interesting is about to happen. Here, take a look. She faced the bracelet outward, with the shiny gem on top facing outward towards the headmaster. Wow, is that a teacher at this school? Or maybe even the headmaster of the school! They were both enthusiastic, yet nervous at the same time. They listened to the speech of the man, until he spoke the words about the dangers about being in the academy. Of course they both wanted to stay. They wanted to help each other, to set Yurara's soul free from the bracelet... although they were unsure how. The people who had shuffled out of the arena did not disturb either of them. People had their own reasons to be here anyway. Some that they themselves may not consider important enough to risk their lives upon. Other than that, the only other things that stood out to them were the requirement of a mission to progress to a higher year, as well as the lenient dress policy. With that, it seemed like the headmaster left everyone up to their own devices. Hey Yuki, you can have your body back. Also, we should probably get to our dormitory after this. The cloak Mom made for you is drenched. "Soul Change." The same white light shone over the body, and with that, they started heading towards the dormitories.
With that, she let out a heavy sigh. The rain felt...depressing for some reason. She didn't know why, but her excitement slowly whittled itself down, until it was almost nonexistent. On a great and exciting day like this, where everyone was supposed to be ecstatic, she didn't know why or how the rain changed her attitude so fast. She usually liked the rain, but today, it seemed really dull with the dark skies being filled with a sullen feeling. Hey! Yuki! Calm down, would ya? You're feeling so down under the weather that I'm starting to feel it too! Her sister, Yurara, was annoyed that she was having her sudden mood spikes again. If you have time to be depressed, at least let me see what it looks like out there! It's boring being in here! Ah, sorry! It must be really tough in there, huh Yurara? Give me a sec! I'll swap with you really soon! And with those thoughts she sent to Yurara, she closed her eyes, and muttered the words, "Soul Change." A bright white light that was hidden within the cloak shone over her body. Her blue hair and sky blue transformed into a more reddish color, and Yurara, who was now in control of the body stretched her limbs. So this is the arena...huh? She scanned around the arena, looking around the area very closely. Nothing seemed too out of place.
Yurara was still bored. Even being out of the bangle seemed a little monotonous at this point, until the headmaster showed up. Hey Yuki, I think something interesting is about to happen. Here, take a look. She faced the bracelet outward, with the shiny gem on top facing outward towards the headmaster. Wow, is that a teacher at this school? Or maybe even the headmaster of the school! They were both enthusiastic, yet nervous at the same time. They listened to the speech of the man, until he spoke the words about the dangers about being in the academy. Of course they both wanted to stay. They wanted to help each other, to set Yurara's soul free from the bracelet... although they were unsure how. The people who had shuffled out of the arena did not disturb either of them. People had their own reasons to be here anyway. Some that they themselves may not consider important enough to risk their lives upon. Other than that, the only other things that stood out to them were the requirement of a mission to progress to a higher year, as well as the lenient dress policy. With that, it seemed like the headmaster left everyone up to their own devices. Hey Yuki, you can have your body back. Also, we should probably get to our dormitory after this. The cloak Mom made for you is drenched. "Soul Change." The same white light shone over the body, and with that, they started heading towards the dormitories.
Ceilibell walked along the topmost seats of the stadium, balancing herself and avoiding the few other people that were up there with her. Sure she'd have to socialize sometime, but not yet. She took her flute from the clip on her belt and tapped it lightly against her palm, creating a few airy notes as she considered playing to stave off boredom while she waited. It turned out that she didn't need to though, for the person they were all waiting for had come. She watched with wide eyes as he floated up and listened attentively as he spoke. She wasn't too worried about dying. After all, cats had nine lives right? So she should have at least four and a half!
Ceilibell watched the other students leave to get out of the rain, but she decided to stay a little longer. She loved the rain, and it would be lovely here once all the others were gone. There would be nothing but the patter of rain drops as they hit the seats and ground. She reluctantly left after a minute of this serenity. It was time to meet her dorm-mates.
Ceilibell watched the other students leave to get out of the rain, but she decided to stay a little longer. She loved the rain, and it would be lovely here once all the others were gone. There would be nothing but the patter of rain drops as they hit the seats and ground. She reluctantly left after a minute of this serenity. It was time to meet her dorm-mates.
Drayson sat in an almost depressive, anxious slump, holding the hand of his lover, Phazon, whose fur was matted down by the rain. They both had a mood of reluctance, and the rain did not help. They were already quite disheartened when they were told that they must be in separate squads in order to train them not to rely on each other. Yet since they only ever are together, and they've had to do without each other in the past, they did not agree with this ruling. They considered perhaps there were other reasons, but kept those ideas to themselves.
Drayson was trying to use his much more waterproof dragon wings to keep Phazon's fur as dry as possible. As a show of appreciation, Phazon's feline tail ventured around Drayson's waist. They found solace in each other. Then, when the headmaster presented himself, they both payed close attention.
The headmaster explained the dangers of this academy. At this, their hearts sank. They can't live without each other. Their separation years back was such a toll on them that they became easygoing travelers. But they stayed seated, through their bodies so flushed with an undeniable fear and wanting to flee, they forced themselves to stay put. This academy is their investment. It's dangerous; but so is the world. Through their travels, they came to realize that in order to keep each other safe, they must be capable of it always. They will risk their lives now so their future lives are more secure and protected. With this thought, Drayson grasped Phazon's hand tighter, eyes still focused forwards. When Gravin mentioned the freedom to choose squads, Drayson quietly scoffed. That was a lie, but not to the majority.
When the assembly was dismissed, they stayed for some time. Drayson and his partner looked at each other, and then their eyes averted. They didn't want to see the worry in each others eyes. Drayson leaned his body to him, taking in the solemn downpour with each other. The Dragonkin, rain sliding on green and black scales, but matting his long hair and the black-furred Feran, feline ears back, looking down, fighting despair.
"Phazon," Drayson said softly, privately, "I trust in your strength. I trust in your ability. I know you won't leave this world without me."
Phazon nodded, and eventually replied, "You're right. And you have shown me you can stand on your own. Thank you."
"Phazon, I love you. Let's get through these trials so we may be someday be safe," Drayson said and kissed him, unabashed by now of displaying his love of another man.
Phazon nodded and silence ensued for some moments, before Phazon suggested, "Let's go inside, Dray."
Drayson nodded, and with that, they went inside.
Drayson was trying to use his much more waterproof dragon wings to keep Phazon's fur as dry as possible. As a show of appreciation, Phazon's feline tail ventured around Drayson's waist. They found solace in each other. Then, when the headmaster presented himself, they both payed close attention.
The headmaster explained the dangers of this academy. At this, their hearts sank. They can't live without each other. Their separation years back was such a toll on them that they became easygoing travelers. But they stayed seated, through their bodies so flushed with an undeniable fear and wanting to flee, they forced themselves to stay put. This academy is their investment. It's dangerous; but so is the world. Through their travels, they came to realize that in order to keep each other safe, they must be capable of it always. They will risk their lives now so their future lives are more secure and protected. With this thought, Drayson grasped Phazon's hand tighter, eyes still focused forwards. When Gravin mentioned the freedom to choose squads, Drayson quietly scoffed. That was a lie, but not to the majority.
When the assembly was dismissed, they stayed for some time. Drayson and his partner looked at each other, and then their eyes averted. They didn't want to see the worry in each others eyes. Drayson leaned his body to him, taking in the solemn downpour with each other. The Dragonkin, rain sliding on green and black scales, but matting his long hair and the black-furred Feran, feline ears back, looking down, fighting despair.
"Phazon," Drayson said softly, privately, "I trust in your strength. I trust in your ability. I know you won't leave this world without me."
Phazon nodded, and eventually replied, "You're right. And you have shown me you can stand on your own. Thank you."
"Phazon, I love you. Let's get through these trials so we may be someday be safe," Drayson said and kissed him, unabashed by now of displaying his love of another man.
Phazon nodded and silence ensued for some moments, before Phazon suggested, "Let's go inside, Dray."
Drayson nodded, and with that, they went inside.
Of all times for it to rain... Erestor surveyed the arena and estimated it was built to seat a thousand or so; the turnout was nowhere near that number, however. He guessed the number of spectators was closer to a hundred. It was easy for him to find a spot far from where most of the students were located so as to not frighten anyone with what he planned to do next. I could live without the wind, too. It was causing the downpour to sporadically change directions and the mage wasn't too fond of rain in his eyes.
Once he sat down on the rain-spattered bleacher he extended his left palm forward and a flame sparked to life in his hand. It rose above his head and expanded to form a small dome above Erestor, shielding him from most of the downpour. Steamy. He gazed up at the distant crowd and saw that some of the students were standing up and moving, just as he'd expected. Most of the people he'd met in his travels were frightened of his ability and he usually kept it a secret. He would have tried to do so a little longer if not for the storm.
Suprisingly, Erestor saw that the students who'd stood up were moving toward him rather than away from him. They seated themselves around him and one pointed at his fiery dome. They've come seeking protection from the rainstorm, he realized. He expanded his dome to cover their heads as well, turning the barrage of droplets into a large vapor cloud around them. They were not frightened in the slightest. This Academy is very interesting indeed.
Erestor lost his train of thought as he saw a small figure walk out toward the center of the arena and then spiral upward with the ground itself. The man began speaking and Erestor listened intently, learning that he was the Headmaster of this Academy. When the Headmaster spoke of the perilous nature of the school, a few of the students rose to leave the arena. Erestor was pleased to see that all who had gathered around him remained seated. The Headmaster continued on, describing the nature of the squad system within the Academy and Erestor was intrigued at the idea of the students choosing their own partners. He would have to find a few high-ranking students and form a squad with them. Maybe some of the classmates who are sitting under my flames. They seem to have taken a liking to them already, but who knows if it'll be the same when the storm dissipates. When Headmaster Gravin took his leave, Erestor chose to exit the arena as well and beckoned the others to follow, intending to head for the dormitories to see about forming a squad and making a few friends.
Once he sat down on the rain-spattered bleacher he extended his left palm forward and a flame sparked to life in his hand. It rose above his head and expanded to form a small dome above Erestor, shielding him from most of the downpour. Steamy. He gazed up at the distant crowd and saw that some of the students were standing up and moving, just as he'd expected. Most of the people he'd met in his travels were frightened of his ability and he usually kept it a secret. He would have tried to do so a little longer if not for the storm.
Suprisingly, Erestor saw that the students who'd stood up were moving toward him rather than away from him. They seated themselves around him and one pointed at his fiery dome. They've come seeking protection from the rainstorm, he realized. He expanded his dome to cover their heads as well, turning the barrage of droplets into a large vapor cloud around them. They were not frightened in the slightest. This Academy is very interesting indeed.
Erestor lost his train of thought as he saw a small figure walk out toward the center of the arena and then spiral upward with the ground itself. The man began speaking and Erestor listened intently, learning that he was the Headmaster of this Academy. When the Headmaster spoke of the perilous nature of the school, a few of the students rose to leave the arena. Erestor was pleased to see that all who had gathered around him remained seated. The Headmaster continued on, describing the nature of the squad system within the Academy and Erestor was intrigued at the idea of the students choosing their own partners. He would have to find a few high-ranking students and form a squad with them. Maybe some of the classmates who are sitting under my flames. They seem to have taken a liking to them already, but who knows if it'll be the same when the storm dissipates. When Headmaster Gravin took his leave, Erestor chose to exit the arena as well and beckoned the others to follow, intending to head for the dormitories to see about forming a squad and making a few friends.
The undesirable rain wasn't something that directly bothered Errown. In fact, coming to this ceremony Errown was already aware it was possible rain could appear. In his mind, it wasn't as if the rain was truly something to be bothered by. Although, those around him seemed to have their hands full dealing with the rain.
In the corner of his sight, a man in robes had conjured a flame dome. This dome had seemingly protected the man from the rain, while at the same time frightening others. Although, like some of the other students, Errown had considered this an opportunity to avoid the rain. He had taken his place with other fellow students under the dome of flames.
It hadn't been long before his eyes trailed to the center of the arena. Soon enough, a man had approached the dead center of the arena. The ground began to spiral upward and bring him with it. Errown was intrigued by how this was done, I wonder if this man is a magician of sorts. No wait, don't magicians normally do some sort of action to use their abilities? Perhaps this man isn't what caused the ground to move like that... Errown had become lost in his thoughts and began to zone out a lot of the Head Master's words.
If it hadn't been for the students throughout the arena leaving, after mention of possible death, Errown would have continued to miss everything the Head Master said. Finally, he had listened carefully to each and every word Mr. Gravin had to say. Only a single mission to actually graduate to the second year? I would of thought it would be a much higher task to graduate. Maybe the missions are quite difficult and are time consuming? I suppose I'll have to take note of that.
It had taken time for the Head Master to eventually finish his speech. It surprised Errown that he dismissed everyone with 'you are all free to do as you please'. With this being said, the first years were seemingly split into two groups. Errown had been, sitting for a moment, pondering what to do when the flame dome above him disappeared. His eyes moved to the robed man, who was seemingly leaving to go to the dormitories. He seemed to be signaling all those who were under the dome to accompany or follow him. Well, it isn't like I have anything better to do with myself. Errown had placed his hands into his jacket pockets and followed the man towards the dormitories.
In the corner of his sight, a man in robes had conjured a flame dome. This dome had seemingly protected the man from the rain, while at the same time frightening others. Although, like some of the other students, Errown had considered this an opportunity to avoid the rain. He had taken his place with other fellow students under the dome of flames.
It hadn't been long before his eyes trailed to the center of the arena. Soon enough, a man had approached the dead center of the arena. The ground began to spiral upward and bring him with it. Errown was intrigued by how this was done, I wonder if this man is a magician of sorts. No wait, don't magicians normally do some sort of action to use their abilities? Perhaps this man isn't what caused the ground to move like that... Errown had become lost in his thoughts and began to zone out a lot of the Head Master's words.
If it hadn't been for the students throughout the arena leaving, after mention of possible death, Errown would have continued to miss everything the Head Master said. Finally, he had listened carefully to each and every word Mr. Gravin had to say. Only a single mission to actually graduate to the second year? I would of thought it would be a much higher task to graduate. Maybe the missions are quite difficult and are time consuming? I suppose I'll have to take note of that.
It had taken time for the Head Master to eventually finish his speech. It surprised Errown that he dismissed everyone with 'you are all free to do as you please'. With this being said, the first years were seemingly split into two groups. Errown had been, sitting for a moment, pondering what to do when the flame dome above him disappeared. His eyes moved to the robed man, who was seemingly leaving to go to the dormitories. He seemed to be signaling all those who were under the dome to accompany or follow him. Well, it isn't like I have anything better to do with myself. Errown had placed his hands into his jacket pockets and followed the man towards the dormitories.
The look of this new and completely odd land was interesting to Clavian, after living in the farms for most of his life and finally being able to explore on his own for choics was something of a big step for him-living on his own was something he would never be able to grow accustomed to. Clavian was so used to his parents giving him a "good night" pat on the beck, hug or something of the sort-or even in a party he always shared a tent with someone or had someone to sleep nearby, so his experiences in being in solitude was a problem for him. His customs of living will never change and he was worried that he would never be able to adjust, so this school was more of hopes to either fix that problem or add to it with more companionship. The moment of Clavian's arival made him more excited and nervous than he has ever been in his life, after traveling from the southern slands below Alenixia and traveling all the way to the north western portion just to come here made much of a wear of his spirit and body-not to mention his pocket. His pouch of coin was a empty bag of burlap by the time he finally reached the gates of the academy, but-to him-it was worth every bit of coin he gave to make it here.
His crude leather shoes made his first steps into the main hall and gave their first sounds, echoing gently into the room and growing out to the end and back, giving him more excitement than it should have. He looked around as the earth orbs eagerly traced the room for more souls to wander around and give him a bit of guidence, as it seemed it was quite somber in the great hall and no one was around to give him direction or greet him-not as if it was expected, but would be interesting and new to him. He marched out into th hall and worked his way around the area with the upmost curiosity that grew with each step. As he marched on he finally met someone to speak to about guidence. After speaking with the man, someone not much taller than him with scarlet hair and wearing an equal style to himself, minus the shield and colour, pointed him out to something he only heard in text books and stories.
"The Arena"
He quickly marched off, almost in a skip or jog, out to the location, after getting directions of course, and making his way there without hesitation, hearing that newcomers should be making their way there anyways. As Clavian walked out to the large and voluptuous spot of competition known as, "the arena", he noticed that the sky was pail and sick, much different to what it looked like ten minutes a go before he entered the gates. He lifted his left hand up and flexed his armoured fingers above his head as he tiled his head with it, seein that the sky was actually sick, leaking tears from it to the people below it and showering people softly to show it to them, though most ignored it and covered themselves up. Clavian saw a man walking to the centre of the arena just as he tilted his head back, noticing that everyone else was sitting and watching him with patience and and anticipation. Clavian quickly pulled his hand away, ignoring the rain that was now coming over a bit more noticeably, and ran to a seat near him, another three rows higher and not too far from a group of people who seemed kind of sour with someone, one of them holding his ears while two tried to console him, one other was looking back at someone with scorn. Before Clavian got a chance to see of whom was the cause the man spoke out and made himself clear, leaving Clavian to listen with a whole heart and an empty ear.
After hearing more about the academy and how it would work, along with the possibility of death, Clavian glued his glute to his bench and listened. He was not worried about dying, but his family wouldn't be too happy to hear about it. He was enticed in the whole ordeal and just as he was ready to jump into this and ask questions, the man walked away without a trace of acknowledgment to the others. It wasn't that the man seemed rude, but busy-at least to Clavian. He was of the first few to get up, seeing everyone leaving and heading back to where he just showed up. He was slightly disappointed in seeing that he was no longer going to be here, but it made him more excited as he saw the opportunity to meet more people in the grounds than he expcted. He turned his head to find out the man that caused that group to escape, but only the sound of strings made its exit as he looked for the source. Clavian sighed slightly and shrugged, moving on and scanning the area before hading back into the main hall, feeling a bit more excited about seeing what this school is made of more than what he would do. This was going to be an exciting story to tell his family when he got back!
Or if, of course.
His crude leather shoes made his first steps into the main hall and gave their first sounds, echoing gently into the room and growing out to the end and back, giving him more excitement than it should have. He looked around as the earth orbs eagerly traced the room for more souls to wander around and give him a bit of guidence, as it seemed it was quite somber in the great hall and no one was around to give him direction or greet him-not as if it was expected, but would be interesting and new to him. He marched out into th hall and worked his way around the area with the upmost curiosity that grew with each step. As he marched on he finally met someone to speak to about guidence. After speaking with the man, someone not much taller than him with scarlet hair and wearing an equal style to himself, minus the shield and colour, pointed him out to something he only heard in text books and stories.
"The Arena"
He quickly marched off, almost in a skip or jog, out to the location, after getting directions of course, and making his way there without hesitation, hearing that newcomers should be making their way there anyways. As Clavian walked out to the large and voluptuous spot of competition known as, "the arena", he noticed that the sky was pail and sick, much different to what it looked like ten minutes a go before he entered the gates. He lifted his left hand up and flexed his armoured fingers above his head as he tiled his head with it, seein that the sky was actually sick, leaking tears from it to the people below it and showering people softly to show it to them, though most ignored it and covered themselves up. Clavian saw a man walking to the centre of the arena just as he tilted his head back, noticing that everyone else was sitting and watching him with patience and and anticipation. Clavian quickly pulled his hand away, ignoring the rain that was now coming over a bit more noticeably, and ran to a seat near him, another three rows higher and not too far from a group of people who seemed kind of sour with someone, one of them holding his ears while two tried to console him, one other was looking back at someone with scorn. Before Clavian got a chance to see of whom was the cause the man spoke out and made himself clear, leaving Clavian to listen with a whole heart and an empty ear.
After hearing more about the academy and how it would work, along with the possibility of death, Clavian glued his glute to his bench and listened. He was not worried about dying, but his family wouldn't be too happy to hear about it. He was enticed in the whole ordeal and just as he was ready to jump into this and ask questions, the man walked away without a trace of acknowledgment to the others. It wasn't that the man seemed rude, but busy-at least to Clavian. He was of the first few to get up, seeing everyone leaving and heading back to where he just showed up. He was slightly disappointed in seeing that he was no longer going to be here, but it made him more excited as he saw the opportunity to meet more people in the grounds than he expcted. He turned his head to find out the man that caused that group to escape, but only the sound of strings made its exit as he looked for the source. Clavian sighed slightly and shrugged, moving on and scanning the area before hading back into the main hall, feeling a bit more excited about seeing what this school is made of more than what he would do. This was going to be an exciting story to tell his family when he got back!
Or if, of course.
Seated among the crowd of restless students grumbling angrily at the storm, Alethor had a much brighter mood as he waited patiently for the opening ceremony to commence. I don’t see why they dislike it so much. He was rather fond of rain; he loved the chilling touch of droplets on the skin and the melodic sound of a thousand tiny warriors forming an army together as they raced down and met the earth. There was no lack of either as the downpour was soon accompanied by a harsh wind, altering the shower to pour down erratically on the already drenched students in the arena. While most of the strangers around him had pulled the hoods of their cloaks up, Alethor let his fall to his shoulders as he lifted his face to the grey sky, smiling as he felt the raindrops beat at his pale skin. Both his robes and blue hair had turned a coal-black from soaking in the storm. If not for him being the only one facing upward at the rainfall, he would have looked as normal as the students around him.
The crowd began murmuring and Alethor followed their gazes to the center of the arena, the rain forgotten for the moment. A hooded figure strode toward the center and captured the attention of every spectator as he somehow spiraled up into the air with the ground beneath his feet. He identified himself as Headmaster Gravin and asked the students to look around at their classmates. Alethor studied the face of the girl to his left as the Headmaster mentioned the risks of being a part of the Academy. Alethor was taken aback when the girl rose and moved to leave the arena and he was shocked to see she wasn’t the only one. What a shame. Some aren’t willing to take the necessary risks in order to improve and learn.
When the Headmaster spoke of squads and missions, Alethor couldn’t help but get excited. He was eager to see the extent of his powers and test his limits. If he was to ever avenge his father he needed to be ready. Only one mission per year is required? I’d like to go on many more than that. I'll have to find a very active squad. When the Headmaster’s speech finally ended and he took his leave, Alethor rose to exit the arena. The rain was still pouring down as persistent as ever. I need to find my chambers and see about joining a squad. The sooner I can partake in a mission the better. As Alethor was leaving, he felt that other presence emerge from somewhere in the depths of his mind. Yes, improve your power. Use the gift I gave you so you can find me and slay me one day. Alethor kept his face a mask and his emotions in check. Be silenced. You will not irk me. He heard laughter within his mind in a voice that was not his own. Pretending he had not heard, he brushed it off and headed for the dormitories.
The crowd began murmuring and Alethor followed their gazes to the center of the arena, the rain forgotten for the moment. A hooded figure strode toward the center and captured the attention of every spectator as he somehow spiraled up into the air with the ground beneath his feet. He identified himself as Headmaster Gravin and asked the students to look around at their classmates. Alethor studied the face of the girl to his left as the Headmaster mentioned the risks of being a part of the Academy. Alethor was taken aback when the girl rose and moved to leave the arena and he was shocked to see she wasn’t the only one. What a shame. Some aren’t willing to take the necessary risks in order to improve and learn.
When the Headmaster spoke of squads and missions, Alethor couldn’t help but get excited. He was eager to see the extent of his powers and test his limits. If he was to ever avenge his father he needed to be ready. Only one mission per year is required? I’d like to go on many more than that. I'll have to find a very active squad. When the Headmaster’s speech finally ended and he took his leave, Alethor rose to exit the arena. The rain was still pouring down as persistent as ever. I need to find my chambers and see about joining a squad. The sooner I can partake in a mission the better. As Alethor was leaving, he felt that other presence emerge from somewhere in the depths of his mind. Yes, improve your power. Use the gift I gave you so you can find me and slay me one day. Alethor kept his face a mask and his emotions in check. Be silenced. You will not irk me. He heard laughter within his mind in a voice that was not his own. Pretending he had not heard, he brushed it off and headed for the dormitories.
Viola shuffled through the gates to get in on time for Branchwood's opening ceremony. It wasn't a very pleasant start to this day. A number of things contributed to this horrible beginning. She had overslept, and she woke up by falling out of her bed. Her golden hair was all messy, and she couldn't find her clothes. She scrambled for a couple of minutes around her room to find it, while it just added to how late she was. To put it simply, she was completely caught off guard, and unprepared for something like this to happen. She thought the day couldn't have gotten off any worse, but it did. When she was dashing to take her seat, she tripped on a stair and almost fell flat on her face. Thankfully, she caught her balance by grabbing another person's shoulder, leading up to a somewhat lengthy time of apologizing profusely. The person she had been apologizing to kept telling her it was okay, but she kept apologizing. She must have spent around 3 whole minutes apologizing to the other person, and when it was over, she was so overcome with embarrassment that she ran away with her hands on her face. Ah...how embarrassing... She could feel her face getting redder every second. She felt she must have been as bright as a cherry at that moment. She made sure to sit in the very back for the ceremony. She didn't want to talk to anyone after what had happened.
But it only got worse. A large downpour of rain startled pummeling Viola. Seriously...? Could this day get any worse...? Viola sighed to herself. She would have to change her clothes again after getting to the dormitories. Thankfully for her, a man in the distance had a fire dome above him that seemed to be evaporating most of the rain. She stared at the dome for a second, still being pelted by rain. She usually didn't like mages, but maybe this one could be friendly? He seemed to have been helping other students with his dome of flames as well. She really liked this pinafore too. Well, what could go wrong? She decided to take shelter under the dome. After all, the cold droplets falling from the sky were making her clothes wet. Might as well... She walked over to the area the mage had been covering with his flames, putting special attention to the floor. She didn't want to trip again... She sat down near the middle, so she could look at him closer. She would have to thank him later.
The opening ceremony started shortly after. Viola turned her attention towards the center of the arena. It was only then she noticed how open it really was. Wow, how spacious! I wonder how it would cost to make all of this... A loud sound that rang throughout the arena made her return her gaze back to the middle of the arena, ready for whatever was going to happen next. Now that she was safe from the rain, she listened intently to the headmaster's words. Every simple detail from the words the headmaster spoke, she made sure to make a note of mentally. When the people had stood up to leave after he spoke of the dangers of Branchwood, she paid no heed to those who left. She needed to listen to the headmaster. She couldn't fail. After all, how would she succeed her father if she wasn't willing to take risks like this? Other than that, the requirements for next year didn't seem too hard... Well, except for the squad part. She didn't know if any squads were going to accept her... She looked way too young to even be in this academy. She let out a wry smile, and then let out a soft sigh. Before she knew it, the opening ceremony was over. Viola shivered. The rain that had hit her earlier had drenched her clothes. I should probably hurry up...wouldn't want to catch a cold. With that thought, she headed towards the dormitories.
But it only got worse. A large downpour of rain startled pummeling Viola. Seriously...? Could this day get any worse...? Viola sighed to herself. She would have to change her clothes again after getting to the dormitories. Thankfully for her, a man in the distance had a fire dome above him that seemed to be evaporating most of the rain. She stared at the dome for a second, still being pelted by rain. She usually didn't like mages, but maybe this one could be friendly? He seemed to have been helping other students with his dome of flames as well. She really liked this pinafore too. Well, what could go wrong? She decided to take shelter under the dome. After all, the cold droplets falling from the sky were making her clothes wet. Might as well... She walked over to the area the mage had been covering with his flames, putting special attention to the floor. She didn't want to trip again... She sat down near the middle, so she could look at him closer. She would have to thank him later.
The opening ceremony started shortly after. Viola turned her attention towards the center of the arena. It was only then she noticed how open it really was. Wow, how spacious! I wonder how it would cost to make all of this... A loud sound that rang throughout the arena made her return her gaze back to the middle of the arena, ready for whatever was going to happen next. Now that she was safe from the rain, she listened intently to the headmaster's words. Every simple detail from the words the headmaster spoke, she made sure to make a note of mentally. When the people had stood up to leave after he spoke of the dangers of Branchwood, she paid no heed to those who left. She needed to listen to the headmaster. She couldn't fail. After all, how would she succeed her father if she wasn't willing to take risks like this? Other than that, the requirements for next year didn't seem too hard... Well, except for the squad part. She didn't know if any squads were going to accept her... She looked way too young to even be in this academy. She let out a wry smile, and then let out a soft sigh. Before she knew it, the opening ceremony was over. Viola shivered. The rain that had hit her earlier had drenched her clothes. I should probably hurry up...wouldn't want to catch a cold. With that thought, she headed towards the dormitories.
Eleanor sat reclined in the seat she had taken, a considerable distance away from most of her fellow students that had gathered there - she was one of the few nearest to the arena's exit, considering her guide dog had been left to his own devices at the entrance of the dormitories guarding her luggage where she left them, so she simply wanted to be done with the entrance ceremony so she could rid herself of her currently wet clothing and settle into her dorm. Her head was tilted up at the dreary skies raining down on everyone, the sound of raindrops pelting against the black plastic of her gas mask being the only thing she heard for the next while during the time she waited for the speech to begin. Fingers bent into a loose fist continuously moved as a bronze coin rolled back and forth the knuckles of her hand, evidently what the brunette was doing to pass the time.
It was when the crowd's chatter became louder that Eleanor sat up in her seat, and just in time too - a loud sound echoed through the arena and silenced everyone, then she heard the voice of the headmaster fill her ears. During the entire speech she had kept silent and stored the important parts in the back of her mind for future reference - as reluctant as she was to even follow any of them, considering she didn't like the thought of squads and missions. It was the sound of the thunder booming throughout the arena that sent the brunette moving once more, barely sparing time to take in the voices and chattering around her that resumed once more as she left the arena, counting the paces back to the direction of the dormitories where she'd left her luggage all the while.
It was when the crowd's chatter became louder that Eleanor sat up in her seat, and just in time too - a loud sound echoed through the arena and silenced everyone, then she heard the voice of the headmaster fill her ears. During the entire speech she had kept silent and stored the important parts in the back of her mind for future reference - as reluctant as she was to even follow any of them, considering she didn't like the thought of squads and missions. It was the sound of the thunder booming throughout the arena that sent the brunette moving once more, barely sparing time to take in the voices and chattering around her that resumed once more as she left the arena, counting the paces back to the direction of the dormitories where she'd left her luggage all the while.
Date: March 12th, 371
Time: 10:52 A.M.
Location: BranchWood Academies’ Dormitories
Current Attendees: Thirty-Nine 1st Year Students
Host/Speaker: Davis Olrey - Commander of the Mission Center
With the ceremony having ended, the students were now split into two groups. Of these two groups both of them would eventually end up in the same location, the dormitories. Both of these groups would also have the liberty to meet an esteemed academy member, Davis Olrey. Among the BranchWood Academy Faculty, he is one of the few members who rank at Proud Acceptance or rank PA.
As the group of students approached the dormitories, a man would be standing outside the dormitory. He removed his glasses and cleaned off the fresh rain from them. After placing them on again, his eyes had scanned across each and every student. Following this action, he had brought out a personal notebook and made a few marks within it. The man cleared his throat, "I see that only a portion of the first year students decided to leave the arena immediately. Just means that I'll have more work to do later, I suppose. Either way, I must ask each of you to stay put for a moment. I will allow you to proceed into the dormitory once I have explained a few things.
The man walked forward from the front steps of the dormitory onto the same level as the students. He reached his hand up taking off his glasses and soon stuffing them into his shirt pocket. Now, you may all be wondering who I am. Well, I will answer this question for you, I am Davis Olrey. I am a member of BranchWood Academies’ Faculty. To be specific, I am in charge of the Mission Center. I have come here to explain a few things the HeadMaster may have left out in the ceremony.
First off, each student who is in BranchWood Academy should be a part of some kind of squad. Each of these squads, once formed, shall be granted a room here within the dormitory. You, with your squad, shall then share a large room with these three total members. Your squad is part of your very existence here at BranchWood Academy. Without your fellow squad members, you will be limited from multiple functions here at our Academy.
Secondly, partaking in a mission here at BranchWood Academy will benefit you greatly. Each mission will have some kind of reward that comes with the completion of it. We, BranchWood Academy, directly supply most of these missions. However, on the occasion, we have missions sent in by people spread across Alinixia. These missions may have rewards associated with them as well, however, we will claim fifty-five percent of the reward." At this point, Davis had begun to pace around the group of students, almost sizing up each of them.
He lightly nodded as he looked at each of the students, ”I can see that all of you have your own special perks or skills. I have high expectations for each of you here in front of me.” He slowly ended up back, where he began, in front of the dormitory. He took a moment before he actually began speaking again, "As students of BranchWood Academy, I am giving your first mission, right here on the spot. By the end of week, I want each of you to be a part of a squad. Please do keep in mind that this mission will not count towards graduating, to a second year student. Once you have managed to become a part of a squad, I want you to return to me at the mission center. Once you have done this, you may check the available missions and possibly take up one of these, if any are available." After he finished speaking, Davis had begun to walk past the students.
As he was about to leave, he had stopped and turned towards the students, "I also, grant each and everyone of you a temporary dorm until you are a part of a squad. Tell the Dormitory personnel that Davis Olrey had given you permission for a temporary dorm. Ah yes, I will also listen to any questions you have before I leave. Hopefully this will allow us to cover most of the basics."
The rain continued to pour down on the students and Davis as they stood outside the dormitory. The actual storm had only seemed to continually grow as time began to pass. Compared to the ceremony, the storm's winds had only grown stronger and rain began to come down in waves of sheets now. Soon enough, lightning had begun to roll across the clouds and the sound of rolling thunder could be heard. It was obvious that this storm was growing in intensity and becoming only that much more dangerous. However, it seemed that BranchWood Academy wasn't bothering to change its schedule for a storm.
Time: 10:52 A.M.
Location: BranchWood Academies’ Dormitories
Current Attendees: Thirty-Nine 1st Year Students
Host/Speaker: Davis Olrey - Commander of the Mission Center
With the ceremony having ended, the students were now split into two groups. Of these two groups both of them would eventually end up in the same location, the dormitories. Both of these groups would also have the liberty to meet an esteemed academy member, Davis Olrey. Among the BranchWood Academy Faculty, he is one of the few members who rank at Proud Acceptance or rank PA.
As the group of students approached the dormitories, a man would be standing outside the dormitory. He removed his glasses and cleaned off the fresh rain from them. After placing them on again, his eyes had scanned across each and every student. Following this action, he had brought out a personal notebook and made a few marks within it. The man cleared his throat, "I see that only a portion of the first year students decided to leave the arena immediately. Just means that I'll have more work to do later, I suppose. Either way, I must ask each of you to stay put for a moment. I will allow you to proceed into the dormitory once I have explained a few things.
The man walked forward from the front steps of the dormitory onto the same level as the students. He reached his hand up taking off his glasses and soon stuffing them into his shirt pocket. Now, you may all be wondering who I am. Well, I will answer this question for you, I am Davis Olrey. I am a member of BranchWood Academies’ Faculty. To be specific, I am in charge of the Mission Center. I have come here to explain a few things the HeadMaster may have left out in the ceremony.
First off, each student who is in BranchWood Academy should be a part of some kind of squad. Each of these squads, once formed, shall be granted a room here within the dormitory. You, with your squad, shall then share a large room with these three total members. Your squad is part of your very existence here at BranchWood Academy. Without your fellow squad members, you will be limited from multiple functions here at our Academy.
Secondly, partaking in a mission here at BranchWood Academy will benefit you greatly. Each mission will have some kind of reward that comes with the completion of it. We, BranchWood Academy, directly supply most of these missions. However, on the occasion, we have missions sent in by people spread across Alinixia. These missions may have rewards associated with them as well, however, we will claim fifty-five percent of the reward." At this point, Davis had begun to pace around the group of students, almost sizing up each of them.
He lightly nodded as he looked at each of the students, ”I can see that all of you have your own special perks or skills. I have high expectations for each of you here in front of me.” He slowly ended up back, where he began, in front of the dormitory. He took a moment before he actually began speaking again, "As students of BranchWood Academy, I am giving your first mission, right here on the spot. By the end of week, I want each of you to be a part of a squad. Please do keep in mind that this mission will not count towards graduating, to a second year student. Once you have managed to become a part of a squad, I want you to return to me at the mission center. Once you have done this, you may check the available missions and possibly take up one of these, if any are available." After he finished speaking, Davis had begun to walk past the students.
As he was about to leave, he had stopped and turned towards the students, "I also, grant each and everyone of you a temporary dorm until you are a part of a squad. Tell the Dormitory personnel that Davis Olrey had given you permission for a temporary dorm. Ah yes, I will also listen to any questions you have before I leave. Hopefully this will allow us to cover most of the basics."
The rain continued to pour down on the students and Davis as they stood outside the dormitory. The actual storm had only seemed to continually grow as time began to pass. Compared to the ceremony, the storm's winds had only grown stronger and rain began to come down in waves of sheets now. Soon enough, lightning had begun to roll across the clouds and the sound of rolling thunder could be heard. It was obvious that this storm was growing in intensity and becoming only that much more dangerous. However, it seemed that BranchWood Academy wasn't bothering to change its schedule for a storm.
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