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Well, they tell me I'm a goddess, they say I'm Warfare's daughter, but I just don't know. They say I look alot like him too. I mean, just because I can see a special tapestry in my dreams doesn't mean anything, right? So what if it can show me the fates of any person, that doesn't mean I'm a fate Goddess, does it?" Gypsy asks.

Roy lends a hand in taking down the camp.

"The Tapestry of Fate?" The mage looks off. "Resa...can you take her?"

T'puuli's Chosen, Resa, walks down. "The Tapestry of Fates...well, it makes you semi-clairvoyant at the least...but fate may or may not be your domain."

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When camp is taken down, they eat breakfast, and then head on their way.

Roy follows along. He's always kinda silent after telling a story.



"Well, I want to do more, but, whenever I think about helping a person out, something holds me back, almost like a warning. Once, I pulled a loose strand out, and three really scary women appeared. They called themselves the Fates. They yelled at me for well over three days straight about messing with what they called The Tapestry of Fate. But I was just helping an innocent young boy avoid getting eaten alive." Gypsy says, shuddering at the memory.

They head on to Breval. There seem to be quite a lot of entertainers gathering there.

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Rs -- Gods are not supposed to interfere in mortal life.

"How was I supposed to know, I only just found out today that I am a goddess. All I knew was, I could help the boy avoid a bad ending. What was I suppossed to do, sit and consider the consequences? If you saw somebody about to get eaten, wouldn't you try and help them?" Gypsy asks.


"What's the big gathering here for?" Roy asks.

Rs -- Of course...but I am a mortal...different rules apply. I have less power, so there are things I cannot do.
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A -- The Festival of Song. All bards from across Kaymiril gather here every ten years to share their talents and appreciate the talents of others during a four-day-long festival.

"Fun." Roy says.



"It's just not fair, I have the power to help others, but I can't use it?" Gypsy asks, frustratred.

Rs -- How about I take you to Hoeth? There are things that show some of the rules the gods must follow there.

OOC: And Rahegalhoff is there to be like "OMG, she looks like Warfare."
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S -- Very much so.

"I think I'll join in on the fun." Roy says.



"Sure." Gypsy says.

S -- Sure...But make sure to just spend a lot more time enjoying preformances than you do preforming.
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Resa takes Gypsy to Hoeth, and starts leading her to the library.

As the funny sliver wasn't doing anything Costh had headed toward the library to read a good book, as he walked there he met Gypsy "Hello again."

"Hi." Gypsy said. She stared at the books. She still had no idea how to read. She picked one at random, and pretended like she could. Never mind that the book was upside down, and she was going from right to left instead of left to right like the book was written.

The archwizards stared at Gypsy. The turned and talked quietly to themselves. They went and told Rahegalhoff about the young woman that looks like Warfare. Could it be? His lost daughter?

Rahegalhoff left the archwizards with the alien sliver, and went to Gypsy.

"Pardon me, but, do you know who your father is?" he asks.

"No, I'm told its some God by the name of Warfare, but I don't know." Gypsy says.

"Well, I'm Rahegalhoff, his favored paladin. Why don't you know who your father is?" He asks.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Gypsy. I'll tell you after I'm done reading this section." She says, still wanting to appear that she knew what she was doing.

"Oh, what's the book about?" Rahegalhoff asked.
"The rules of the Gods." Gypsy says.
"Really, what are some of the rules then?" Rahegalhoff asks.
"Uhh, umm, I don't remember." Gypsy says a ;little flustered.
"You have the book in front of you, why not flip back and look? I know, just tell me the one your reading about now." Rahegalhoff says, knowing full well she couldn't read by the way she held the book.
"Its about why we can't interfere with mortal lives." Gypsy says.
"Ohh that's a good one, did you get to the section that explains why?" He asks.
"Ohh fine, I don't know how to read okay? Some Queen in a place called Kaymiril promised to teach me to read, but sent me away to learn about my powers under another mage first. That mage took me here to read the books on the laws of magic never knowing I couldn't read." Gypsy says angrily.
" I knew you couldn't read all along. That book is really on 50 ways to cook a vizzerdrix. Besides, you were holding the book wrong." Rahegalhoff says.
"Fine, so you want to hear my story, well, alright, here it goes." Gypsy says.
She launces into a sad tale of her life as a slave, and never knowing who her parents were.

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"Oh, don't worry, someday you'll all have to come to the Barding competition on New Ephseus. Its a three month celebration of Bards and their skills. Each month is a diffrent competition: Troop, duo/small group, and then finally single Bard performances." Roy says.

Sounds like fun, but this isn't a competition in the least.

*A different bard group calls over to Arel, who goes and joins them.*

Seera chuckles. "They always seem to want just one more member to pull a stunt...Arel's our stuntswoman...she can do anything."

OOC: It isn't Anna's fault that she didn't WAIT for the tutor to teach her to read.

Costh sat down near Gypsy and opened a book, one eye on the book the other on the Rahegalhoff and Gypsy .

OOC: Hey, that's just how Gypsy feels. She's very confused at the moment and trying very very hard unsuccessfully to deal with it all. Live it all to Rahegalhoff, he'll straighten it all out, trust me. She's on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

IC: "Now, aren't you glad your free?" Rahegalhoff asked.
"No. At least as a slave I didn't have to deal with all this." Gypsy says with a tear.
"That's just a part of life. There are things we have to deal with that are hard to take. It seems harder because you haven't experienced freedom yet. Your confused because thus far, everyones still telling you what to do while saying that your free. We're just trying to give you the basic tools neccessary to help you deal with freedom. Writing is a part of that, as is reading. We want you to learn what powers you have, and how to control them so you don't end up killing yourself, or someone else. Remeber Mith, the nice man in grey that healed you, would you really want to accidentally harm him?" Rahegalhoff asked.
"No." Gypsy says.
"Well, there you go. Do it for Mith, so you don't harm him. In my daily prayers to Warfare, I mentioned you after Kaymiril VII told me about you. He's excited, as are we, because you are his daughter. That, I can promise you, for a fact. Your heratidge is with the gods themselves. I'll let him tell you everything, but remember, your troubles are over, your safe now." Rahegalhoff says.

A group of three slavers enter looking for Gypsy and her former owner. The archwizards point at them and turn them into donkeys. A fitting turn of events. The slavers are now gone from Gypsy's life for good.

"So, can you help me then?" Gypsy asks.
"Well, let me explain the rules of the Gods to you. I myself am a half-God, because of Warfare's favor. I know all the rules, so I'll tell them to you." Rahegalhoff says.
He launches into a speel about the rules, and explains each and every one of them in full detail.


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"I don't doubt that she could do anything." Roy says. He walks along, looking at all the diffrent groups.

The groups are doing anything the mind can come up with, and then some. There's music, drama, fire-eating, ribbon-dancing, groups, solos, everything.
The troupe Arel joined with does stunt after impossible stunt, one after the other, without missing a beat.

"yes, yes I see." Roy said, he whipped out a notepad, and started taking notes.


Gypsy followed Mith.


Back in the tower, Rahegalhoff was watching the monks fight Cougar.

"A sliver, what are you doing here? Oh, wait, your not from Warhaven, Where the duce are you from?" He asked.

OOC: been busy killing stuff, sorry everybody.


IC:

Greetings to you, Rahegalhoff, follower of Warfare, God of Warhaven, We are the emissary of the young queen of Miehm, although we do not understand this "deuce" of which you speak.

As the funny sliver wasn't doing anything Costh had headed toward the library to read a good book, as he walked there he met Gypsy "Hello again."

The emissary waited until the strange man had stopped following them, then they decided that following him may be a wise course of action to take, their decision made they moved after him towards the library.

Roy walks to an empty section. He has an idea, possibly the never heard this style of music before. He prays real hard to Warfare to send him the system he needs and the sounds to accomplish this performance. Despite being on Honeymoon, Warfare is nice enough to give Roy what he wants, it appears in a bag of holding, a large, bag of holding.

Roy gets all excited, and sets up the computer system, he looks inside, and finds a whisper quiet generator was included. He sets up the speakers, and pulls out the Guitar. He plugs everything in and turns it on. He puts in the headphones, and leaves the speakers unplugged. He mixes some samples, and then creates a Ghostly assistant, and teaches it quickly what to do. Roy listens to the ghostly assistant go to work. After five minuets of correction, Roy is satisfied with the result. The ghostly assistant resembles Arel.
The assistant dons Roys headphones, turns off the music, and waits for Roy's signal to start.

Roy picks up the guitar, tests it, and, satisfied that it works properly, tests the speakers.

He waits until a Crowd has gathered.

"Hi, Thank you fist of all, for letting me into this performance. I know I'm from outside Kaymiril, that much is obvious, but I think, or at least hope you'll enjoy what I'm about to play for you. This is in the style of Electronica, and was composed by a band name Juno Reactor. today, I'm playing their song, Pistolero. This is a ghostly assistant that's helping me out by the way, its working the Electronic system and the sounds on that."

"Without any further ado, Pistolero." Roy says. He and the ghostly assistant then proceedto play Pistolero for the crowd. The Music comes pouring out of the speakers, which are at a decent level, by any standereds.

OOC: Kay, I sent you the song in Gmail, Roy's playing the Guitar part.
Gmail's giving me hell. wait to respond until you get it.

Costh saw the funky sliver follow him, but unless it came to talk he would let it be.

OOC: I haven't gotten it yet.

IC:
The other bards do for him as they have been for everyone else: if they're intrigued, they listen, if not, they pass on by. Those who stayed applaud when it's over, then continue on, some to preform, and some to watch others.

Costh saw the funky sliver follow him, but unless it came to talk he would let it be.


The man had entered a large room filled with books, the sliver understood the purpose of books, but did not understand why so many were collected together in one room, it felt that maintaining silence was contraindicated at this point, since it would gain no information from merely listening, when nothing was being said, with that in mind he advanced and addressed the man"We are sorry to interrupt, but we are confused as to why there are so many boks stored in one place, would it not be safer to store the books in seperate places with a central reference location, so that in case of fire or other similar situation, they would not all be lost?"

"This is a library, books are stored here, and as I doubt any of these are one of a kind a fire wouldn't be irrepairable. Also with many mages a fire would be out almost before it started." Costh replied to the sliver.

"This is a library, books are stored here, and as I doubt any of these are one of a kind a fire wouldn't be irrepairable. Also with many mages a fire would be out almost before it started." Costh replied to the sliver.


How would the mages halt a fire, we have seen that they are very good at making fire, but we have never seen a mage put a fire out, it is thought among the slivers that mages can only destroy, are you saying that this is not so? We wish to learn all we can of magic but we have no understanding of its operation or its source, perhaps you would know someone who would be able to teach us more of it, that we may allow you to return to what you were doing?

"Mages can create and destroy." Costh replied "As to looking for teachers, it depends how you want to use magicks and what style you intend to use."

"Mages can create and destroy." Costh replied "As to looking for teachers, it depends how you want to use magicks and what style you intend to use."


We wish to understand, at least in the most basic precepts, many forms of known magic, our use was to be for our defense and the destruction of those who would attack us, however the thought that mages can create as well opens a great many new paths for us to take, is there perchance a mage who at least understands three forms of magic, that should be enough to give us the principle, after that we should be able to seek out other instructors on our own.

"While I know three types of magick, at least one you couldn't use. I would you suggest you seek out one of the instructors, I believe that they would qualify." Costh replied

"So, you wish to learn magic?" El asked. He was the head Archwizard of Warhaven. He stood behind the sliver.

OOC: Kay, I sent you the song.

OOC: I got it.

"So, you wish to learn magic?" El asked. He was the head Archwizard of Warhaven. He stood behind the sliver.

OOC: Kay, I sent you the song.

We wonder where you came from, we detect no magical emanations about you and we did not hear you arrive, if you are so powerful as tio leave no evidence of your magic then we will gladly recieve instruction from you in the ways of magic.

OOC: they can sense magic, they just can't do magic.

"I am a master ArchMagus. The only things more powerful than I am are the Gods themselves. I am master of the ways of pure energy. To my right is the Master if fire and on down the line its: Water, Sky, Earth, destruction/necromancy, and finally healing. Choose then, the three masters you wish to teach you." El said.

Rahegalhoff meanwhile, had finished explaining the rules to Gypsy. Together on Starfire, Rahegalhoff takes her back to the city of the space mages.

OOC: Ummm...I did a bardfest post earlier...

IC:
Life in Jyzdelmar is going on as normal...

"I am a master ArchMagus. The only things more powerful than I am are the Gods themselves. I am master of the ways of pure energy. To my right is the Master if fire and on down the line its: Water, Sky, Earth, destruction/necromancy, and finally healing. Choose then, the three masters you wish to teach you." El said.

Rahegalhoff meanwhile, had finished explaining the rules to Gypsy. Together on Starfire, Rahegalhoff takes her back to the city of the space mages.

We shal learn from you, and the masters of water, and earth, we feel that this will provide us with a balance and ensure that we will not be corrupted by the power we wield, for while we serve the queen we are aware that power leads to a disregard for others who lack that power, we wish to guard against this.

We wonder, what do you think of those who endanger others in their quest for power, it is generally felt within the hive that doing so is ultimately destructive, but we wish to have an outside opinion on this matter before we proceed any further.

OOC: this is a test to see if he is the kind of person the hive can trust, depending on his answer they will either accept his offer or turn him down, mostly because I'm personally wondering how honest he will be.

OOC: I know, I haven't thought of something else to do yet.


IC: Rahegalhoff rides starfire up. Gypsy gets off, and starts looking for Arel.


OOC: Dinner, I'll be back.

OOC: I know, I haven't thought of something else to do yet.


IC: Rahegalhoff rides starfire up. Gypsy gets off, and starts looking for Arel.


OOC: Dinner, I'll be back.

OOC:
Dinner sounds like a good idea, later people, talk more tomorrow afternoon.

OOC: I'm going to assume that Gypsy starts looking for Resa.

IC:
Resa guestures over to her. "Did you find anything useful?"

"Yes, I found Rahegalhoff, Warfare's favored Paladin. He explained the rules to me quite thoroughly. He also included the reasons and occasions of when Gods can intercede on "Mortal behalf" as he put it. He said that being a Demi-God himself, he had to know all the rules. He also said that there were more advanced rules that Warfare would tell me when he came back to offically claim me as his daughter. He said that I was infact Warfare's lost daughter. Its not something Warfare likes to talk about very often. I also need to learn how to read. Queen Kaymiril VII promised me a tutor that would arrive tomorrow." Gypsy says.


Roy plays some more, than takes everything back down. Much to his chagrin, the bag disappears afterwards. He proceeds to walk around watching the other performances.

Rs -- Then the tutor will arrive tomorrow. Would you like to go back to the Valshanth now?

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It's safe to say that Roy wouldn't have ever seen such a gathering of talent in his entire life. There is literally nothing that the Kaymirilian entertainers wouldn't do -- from old, classical music (think Renaissance), to modern rock (made possible by Anna's open doors policy), to contortionists, to everything in between, there was nothing that went undone.

He wouldn't catch up with Arel and her siblings until the end of the day, if at all -- When things are starting to wind down.

OOC: I wonder what Arianna's reaction to finding out that she all of a sudden has a step daughter will be...I wonder if Warfare even told her. And what's the story behind Gypsy's birth, anyway?

OOC: I gues you'll just have to wait for Warfare's honeymoon to end to find out, now won't you? I'll give you an IC hint here in a bit.


IC: "I guess, I'm just not sure what to do with my new found freedom." Gypsy says.

Rs -- Well, this is the perfect time to learn. *Resa steps onto a metal glider, which grows bigger, and she guestures for Gypsy to come with her.*

Gypsy steps on.

She is taken back to the Valshanth, where a servant shows her to her room.

Servant -- Is there anything else that you want or require?

OOC: I'll let you bring Roy back to the little sibling troupe.

"Me? No, I'm fine, thank you for asking though." Gypsy says.


Roy eventually finds Arel and her siblings.

"So, how was your day?" Roy asks.

"Should you need anything, pull on that cord, and one of us will come to attend to you." With a bow, the servant leaves.

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They were setting up camp, and Arel looks over at Roy and smiles. "We had a pretty good day, what about you?"

OOC: Y'know what...I changed my mind. Let's see where this romance can't go?

Gypsy felt lighter than air. Someone actually asked her what she wanted. Someone without a title. She was happy. She fell asleep. In her sleep, she saw it again, the tapestry of dreams. A small group of entertainers caught her eye this time. She turned her attention to this small group.

Anyone peeking into Gypsy's room for any reason would find her asleep, and floating in mid-air.


"Oh, I did some entertaining my self, and then watched the wide array of performers. All in all, I had fun." Roy says.

He felt, diffrent. He was starting to feel like he could talk to this Woman. He decided to get her a flower, but indescretly. He would wait until he had a good oppurtunity.

No one would intrude on Gypsy's privacy.

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"This festival is fun...not only is it the one time the four of us get together...there's just so much to see and do. You have to be everywhere at once or miss something worth seeing."

She looks back to what she's cooking.

S -- Arel, we've been asked to do the closing act.

V -- Ring of Confusion?

K -- Oh, that's a good act.

Arel nods. "I agree."

S -- Then so it is.

"Pardon, but I've never heard of the ring of confusion." Roy says.

Arel grins. "You will. We're one of the few groups that can pull it off."

OOC: And won't that be an uberpost worth reading.

"Ahh. I look forward to it." Roy says.


Gypsy wakes up. She decides to go to the roof, and simply look out over the countryside. She does so, and enjoys the first choice she ever made on her own, by herself.

Warfare appears next to her, as he is now.
"My daughter, it really is you." He says.

Gypsy spins and looks at the being next to her. It is amazing how much she looks like him.

"Are, you, really my father?" Gypsy asks.
"Yes. Kajeenith, Dark God of War stole you from your crib when you were naught but three days old. He sold you to a band of Gypsies after severing your link with us through the dark rituals." Warfare says.
"Really?" Gypsy asks.
"Yes. Why would I lie. I was Stol... er, ah, that is, I mean Kajeenith stole you, and I tried to stop him."
"You, stole me? But, your my father."Gypsy says.
"Yes, I know, now come give me a hug, your Home!" Warfare says. He grabs Gypsy.
"No let me Go. H-E-L-P!" Gypsy screamed.
Warfare merely laughed, and turned into Kajeenith.
"No. Your sacrifice to my powers will wound Warfare beyond reckoning. He'll be so hurt that he couldn't save his daughter after she finally resurfaces by blind luck he'll simply stop existing. Then no one could stop me. AHA HA HA HA HA HA!" Kajeenith laughed evily. He pulled out his sword.

"I sacrifice you to my Dark powers." Kajeenith said.

He prepared to strike, to kill.

Haldosir had sensed the dark presence on the roof, and had teleported there. He threw a dagger at Kajeenith...it was heavily enchanted enough to actually do some damage. He held out his sword.

"You get through me before you harm a guest of this palace," he hissed.

Behind him appeared Rildorath, sword likewise drawn, and Nervim, ready to cast.

N -- "Gypsy, go back inside. It's safer there."

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A -- It is a sight to see.

Kajeenith accidentally let go of Gypsy when the dagger struck him. He had a wound in his shoulder now. Gypsy ran for her life downstairs.

"You three think you can actually fight me? Hell if Warfare couldn't even destroy me when he had a chance, An ELDER GOD at that, how could you three Mortals possibly harm me. All mortals are mistakes. It was originally just the Gods. Mortals screwed everything up, rules were made. I would never have been a Dark God if it weren't for Mortals. I think I'll take it out on you three weaklings." Kajeenith said darkly. His Dark powers crackled and burned. He brought his sword down on Haldosir with enough strength to Topple a mountain, or at least a very large hill.

Queen Kaymiril VII teleported up as Haldosir dodged the blow. There was now a hole in the roof -- but that could easily enough be fixed. Rildorath brought his blade down on Kajeenith's head.

K -- "Bahamut, God of the Good Dragons, Venus, Queen of the Faeries, and Elemental Warrior, Master of the Elements, I request your presence to aid me in this battle."

Haldosir whipped his sword around, red energy lighting it, and a trail of destructive energy lashed out at Kajeenith, and Nervim cast an energy-drain spell on him.

Kaymiril's eyes glinted harshly. If this didn't work...then she would progress to the spell which was supposed to be able to destroy a god.

The three requested summons appeared. They knew almost instinctivly that Kajeenith was their target. Kajeenith jumped off the roof and stood on empty air. He rubbed his head a little, and brought away blood.

He looked at them, with an evil glare.

"This isn't over yet. Pray thanks to whatever you believe in that I was Merciful this day." Kajeenith says. With that, he disappears, living behind a rather large Hydra. The Hydra was scared. All it knew was that it was out of place. There were some people looking at it mean. It was only just lying under water for a tasty fish. They must have brought it here to kill it. It had to defend itself. It launched seven fireballs, one from each head, at the part on the roof. Bahamut blocked them, Venus put it to sleep, and EW put it in a giant Aquarium.

"Well, Now what?" Bahamut asks.
"Shall we kill an innocent Hydra that never harmed anyone, or free it in the ocean? EW asks.

K -- Put it in the ocean. I've no wish to harm an innocent creature. Thank you for coming.

Rildorath cleaned his sword. "We need to better fortify this place. We cannot have any dark god wandering here that wants."

Haldosir nodded. "I will speak to the Hidden Master tomorrow...there is much that he can do."

With that, they return inside.

All three lift the Hydra Aquarium, and take it to the ocean. There the Hydra is realeased to live a rich full life and have several baby Hydras. They go their seperate ways.

Gypsy finds Kaymiril VII.
"Who, or what was that, and why did it want me dead?" she asks.

Kay VII guides Gypsy to a chair, and motions for a servant to bring drinks. Within moments, a sweet, warm, creamy drink (hot cocoa, only not) is served to them.

"His name is Kajeenith. He wants your father dead...he wants to take the most horrible vengeance possible on your father before that point...and, to prove that you are his daughter, finally, he showed up to make you part of his revenge. Fortunately Haldosir is both swift and brave...otherwise, you would likely be dead right now."

"A simple thanks just doesn't seem like enough." Gypsy says.

She drinks some. She comes a way with a cream mustasch.

"Mm, delicious." She says.

Kay VII smiles. "You're my grand daughter, in one form or another...we couldn't just let you die, could we?"

"Well, I hope not." Gypsy says. She finishes the cup. It gives her a nice warm feeling. It almost seems like a melody. She can practically here it playing. What she doesn't realize is that it really is playing, She glows green ever so slightly. A wonderfully slow melody is playing. It gives the feeling of the hope of a new day, that eventually, all things will be made better.

Are you all right, dalhar?

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Night passes at the bardfest, and a new day dawns.

Roy gets up, and decides to spend the day looking for an extremly pretty flower to give Arel.

"Why yes, I am, why do you ask?" Gypsy asks.

The party gets up, gets breakfast, and then spreads out for a day of preformance and enjoyment.
There are flower sellers all over.
OOC: I love the range of relationships that can start in rp. The last one started somewhat shakily on Riptide with "Oh, f*ck it, I love you," and kind of solidified with a late-night guard-duty kiss, and this one's taking things slower.
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If it were me that had been almost killed tonight, I'd be a touch more shaken up. I am glad you are all right, nonetheless.

"I've gotten used to such things, unfortunatly." Gypsy says. She says goodnight, and goes to her room. Since she does not need sleep, and everyone else around does, she simply lays there, thinking. Slowly her thoughts turn to Kajeenith. She lays there, thinkning about him, the way he talked, the way he moved, everything.


Roy spends some time carefully considering the range of flowers availible.

There are sounds of repairs going on as workers begin to repair the damage done by Kajeenith's sword, and there is the almost imperceptible sound of footfalls as Haldosir keeps a careful watch over the Valshanth.

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The festivities continue all day.

OOC: I have time for one more post, but it's pushing it.

Costh finished his book and decided to try and find something to do. He began wandering around the tower poking his head into any non-closed door.

Gypsy gets up when she sees dawn creeping up over the hills.
She waits for the tutor to arrive.



Roy selects a Bouquet of flowers to give to Arel. He pays the seller, and heads off to find her.
OOC:
http://www.appealingflowers.com/images/mums-flowers.jpg
The Flower Bouquet

OOC: Good night Kay.

The tutor arrives in due time, gives Gypsy a bow, and then decides that it would be best to start her learning how to read and write Common.

Selecting a book, she opens it, and sets it in front of the girl. "This is a long process...hopefully you can still learn. These scribbly marks you see here are letters. In the Phonecian alphabet, they start with A (etc)"
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Arel is finishing up a stunning rendition of The Fall of Darkness when Roy finds her. The applause is thunderous, but there are tears in many an eye. She takes a bow and steps off stage.

OOC: Good night. And holy crap, that's a big bouquet.

Gypsy nods and pays attention. A very bad very sour note is heard at the remark of

"Hopefully you can still learn."



Roy gives Arel the Bouqet.

OOC: Miehm so confused!!!

ooc: what are you confused about?

ooc: what are you confused about?

OOC: everything I missed overnight, I read the posts and I still have no idea what happened.

ooc: Warhaven simply hasn't replied to your last post(5355), everything else doesn't concern you, it's happening in other places.

ooc: Warhaven simply hasn't replied to your last post(5355), everything else doesn't concern you, it's happening in other places.

OOC: I knew that, I was trying to understand the other story going on, Kajeenith just kind of appearing out of nowhere threw me off, as did the random extradimensional travel.

ooc: Kajeenith is a bad guy that's been coming for a while, in both here and the marriage thread. Also teleportation is common here.

ooc: Kajeenith is a bad guy that's been coming for a while, in both here and the marriage thread. Also teleportation is common here.

OOC: nwever mind, my confusion was caused because he was killed in my RP with Warhaven, but I just remembered that we decided that it was in "another world", or anything else you want to call it, you get the idea, don't post until you've drunk your daily 2-liter of coke.

ooc: alright, glad that's cleared up.

ooc: alright, glad that's cleared up.

OOC: yeah, I feel like a moron now. I'm gonna go kill stuff now, wanna come?

ooc: how where why ect?

ooc: how where why ect?

OOC: well we still got the rest of the wargames to finish, or I could come up with a reason to invade you, or start a character RP in the vein of The legacy of the Aldenata\Posleen wars mythos, or, better yet, in the Empire of Man, set around the Adoula coup, while Roger's off on Marduk.

ooc: let's go to wargame thread to continue this.

Gypsy nods and pays attention. A very bad very sour note is heard at the remark of

"Hopefully you can still learn."



Roy gives Arel the Bouqet.
"Don't give me any of that, Dalhar." The tutor continues on each letter for a short time, explaining stuff about it, etc, then looks at Gypsy. "How much of that alphabet can you repeat back?"
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Arel smiles. "Thank you, they're lovely."

Gypsy recites the entire alphabet back to him.



"Your welcome. Pretty flowers for a pretty lady." Roy says.

The tutor nodded. "From these letters come the words in which we speak." She takes a quill and paper, then puts the inkwell at the top of the paper, and dips it in, handing it to Gypsy. "We learn both to read and to write, to express our ideas and to understand the ideas of others. Take the quill, and try to write an 'A'. If you need help, I will guide your fingers for the first attempts."

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"You're too kind. Come, walk with me...there is far too much to see to just be standing around here all day."

We shalllearn from you, and the masters of water, and earth, we feel that this will provide us with a balance and ensure that we will not be corrupted by the power we wield, for while we serve the queen we are aware that power leads to a disregard for others who lack that power, we wish to guard against this.

We wonder, what do you think of those who endanger others in their quest for power, it is generally felt within the hive that doing so is ultimately destructive, but we wish to have an outside opinion on this matter before we proceed any further.

OOC: this is a test to see if he is the kind of person the hive can trust, depending on his answer they will either accept his offer or turn him down, mostly because I'm personally wondering how honest he will be.

"I believe that each being should be able to reach their maximum potential, however, the absolute laws must be obeyed in the process. Those that endanger others in their quest for power should have a good reason, otherwise the questing party should be left alone. For instance, if the Warhaven hive were to breed a creature that ate Miehm slivers exclusivly, wouldn't you object? It is of a similar nature for me, if you were to find a way to cancel my powers, I too would have to object. Quests for more power are okay, but with great power comes great responsibilities, and more enemies. No one, has ever gone through life without making enemies. Your lives, your quests will be the same. I hope the Warhaven and Miehm hives can be come friends and allies, or at least come to a mutual agreement. However, you have began to seek more power. The fates will balance this with equally powerful enemies. Beware, for your own sakes, for Magic, is a powerful drug, once you try a little bit, you will always want more." El said.

Gypsy draws a very crude a. It isn't fit for record books, but it is a beginning.



Roy walks very willingly with Arel.

OOC: Don't speak for all of us, Warhaven. There are days Renor, hell, even Mith, wishes he weren't able to channel magick, b/c it's more trouble than it's worth.

Gypsy draws a very crude a. It isn't fit for record books, but it is a beginning.



Roy walks very willingly with Arel.
"Good...try drawing twenty of those."
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Like any good festival, there are many things to see and do.

OOC: El was speaking from personal experience. Not for everybody.

IC: Gypsy draws twenty A's. The twentieth one looks a bit better than the first.


Roy enjoys his time immensly.

"Here...let me help you." The tutor takes Gypsy's hand gently and guides an almost-perfect A out. "See? That's all you have to do."
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Arel gets called to join another troupe for an hour or so. She turns to Roy and smiles. "Don't let me hold you up...have fun...I'll see you at the camp tonight."

Gypsy copies the A, at first its a horrible copy, but 5 or 6 a's later, she's drawing it almost exactly like the Tutor.



Roy walks around whistling a random happy tune.

"Good. Let's move on to B..." She takes Gypsy's hand again, and again guides it, then lets the girl copy.

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The day comes to an end, and Arel heads back to camp.

Costh manages to find a lecture in progress and slids into a seat to listen.

Gypsy gets it after 10.5 B's. The she copies them almost exactly.


Roy gets back soon after.
"So, when is the final day of performances?" Roy asks.

Costh manages to find a lecture in progress and slids into a seat to listen.
OOC: What lecture, where?

Gypsy gets it after 10.5 B's. The she copies them almost exactly.


Roy gets back soon after.
"So, when is the final day of performances?" Roy asks.
The teacher moves on to C's, etc...
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Arel and her siblings are sort of sprawled out around the camp, thoroughly exhausted.

A -- Two more days. During which time we have to preform, watch preformances, and make sure we can still do the Ring of Confusion -- Also called the Wheel of Chaos...you may have heard of that.

ooc; a miscellaneous lecture in the Tower, unless someone wants to make the lecture something.

Costh was soon joined by Agrinja, current Archwizard of the Black wizards of destruction.


Gypsy soon masters each letter as it is presented to her.


"Ahh. Okay. Never heard of Wheel of Chaos either. Unless your referring to the bit where four people stand in a ring and summon chaos elementals to do their bidding." Roy says.

"That's enough for one day...more than enough...we'll progress further tomorrow."
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Arel shakes her head. "Rule number one: Unless you're prepared for the consequences, don't summon AN-Y-THING...and chaos elementals can have some very nasty consequences. You'll just have to see the Circle of Confusion for yourself, then."

As the lecture finished, it turned out it was on the magickal properties of plants, Costh got up and headed over to Agrinja, "So what did you think of the lecture, and why are you here, this doesn't really seem like your thing?"

Gypsy nods, and goes off to the library, where she practices her handwriting, all, night, long. By the time morning comes around, she writes in a fanciful script as though she had been writting that way all her life.


"I guess I will then. By the way, those Chaos elementals were fun to try and get away from. No, the only thing I can summon is Fat Chocobo. Had to race another Chocobo to. Really hard race, I barely won." Roy says.

Agrinja looked at Costh.
"I always enjoy listening to the opinions of others. Besides, I was preparing to give a lecture myself later in the afternoon. I merely wanted to hear what the room sounded like. Kinda sorta get a feel for things, you know?" Agrinja says.

"So you were checking out the acoustics. I take it you'll be using this room then, so when is the lecture?" Costh asked

"The reason you learned the alphabet...the basic structures of the language, is that you could learn to read in it." She pulls out a child's book (Think shades of "The Cat in the Hat" or "Green Eggs and Ham") and opens it. "This is a long process, and most find it difficult...today, you begin to learn to read."
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S -- "It is said that our Queen is a Master Summoner."

" 'bout four of the clock. It will be on the cons of Necromancy, and effective ways to get rid of the undead." Agrinja said.

"I'll probably be there, thought you may not find many Kaymirilians*, as they seen to have a repugance of necromancy." Costh replied

ooc: * sorry if this is the wrong plural

Gypsy looks at the book.
"so how does one read then? I see thhe letters forming the words, but how do I read, how do I make since of it all?" Gypsy asks.


"I heard stories. I heard she is the only one to have gained the ultimate summons, but what that could be I could not say. No one I've ever encountered could say what that would be. I heard many rumors. The most idiotic one says that its a Wargod of some sort. Yeah, I can just imagine Warfare letting himself get summoned by someone. Him, the most powerful wargod bowing to a Mortal and asking what they wanted. Aha hahahaha." Roy laughed.


OOC: If he only knew...

"If there are, there are. I am a master Necromancer. I know how to get rid off them quite well." Agrinja says.

OOC: Kaymirilians, Kaymirili, either/or

IC:
"People write as they speak, most of the time...you can see the letters shaping the words...but the words form sentences, and the sentences, ideas. Look at the letters...see the words...and, knowing the meaning of the words, find the idea of the writer."
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A -- "I've no doubt that the Queen could call on Warfare for help and he'd answer -- she is his most recent biological mother."

"I know a very small amount of necromantic spells, thought more necro runes." Costh replied

"So, this first line says:
'she sells seashells by the seashore.'?" Gypsy asks, reading it slowly.


"I had heard of that, that wasn't the funny thought, it was the thought of Warfare being some sort of King of the summoned monsters." Roy says.
Warfare, the real one appears next to Roy.

"What the, how did I get here? Drat, that'll teach me to craft a spell for Her in that manner. No matter. Oh, don't mind me folks. I'm not even here." Warfare says, and he disappears.

Roy stares at the spot where Warfare was standing.
"What was that about?" He asks.


OOC: Random? yes. Reason behind it? Yes, but it is a small one.

Like what, tell me." Agrinja says.

The tutor nods.
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V -- ...That was weird.......

"For spells, basically banishment of minor spirits, for runes, ability to talk to a single deceased, as well as short term re-animation." Costh replied

"And, lets see, then." Gypsy says. She reads more and more until basic level reading seems to easy.



"They say Warfare is a very weird God." Roy says.

"For spells, basically banishment of minor spirits, for runes, ability to talk to a single deceased, as well as short term re-animation." Costh replied
"Be very careful about what and who you re-animate." Agrinja says.

"I know, it gets drilled into us enought in school." Costh replied, "Same goes with summoning."

Well, and there's a reason for that. I remember when i summoned an elder Chaos Elemental once. I had hell trying to get it to go away. finally had to summon an Elder Law elemental. The two Nullified each other by their presence. I was in a hospital for 3 weeks.

"I never got into mid levels of necro or summoning, as it rated low on my testing and wasn't that interesting." Costh replied

I've never thought it was all that thrilling either, but, how can you defend against something you don't know how to operate?

"We are taught how to counter some necro but not how to do." Costh replied

The Black wizards are only taught basic. As we advance we learn more, with the Archwizards apprentice learning everything from the Archwizard.

"Ah, we are taught counters more than spells in non prime or secondary disciplines." Costh replied

Understandible.

OOC: Where'd Kay go, is she like, writing up one hell of an Uberpost or something?

"And, lets see, then." Gypsy says. She reads more and more until basic level reading seems to easy.



"They say Warfare is a very weird God." Roy says.
At which point she progresses to the next level, and rules of grammar are begun to be explained, and she starts writing sentences.
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V -- You'd know best. *Yawn* You're his follower.

OOC: Kay got called away. Sorry, guys. And I'm fixing to head out and buy an SAT prep guide.

"So beside necromancy, what are your fields?" Costh asked

Gypsy soon graps this firmly as well.



"Why yes, I am." Roy says. He yawns as well.

"Stop yawning, its contagious you know." Roy says in a joking manner.

"Well, we aren't called the black wizards of destruction for nothing. My class masters the more destructive and powerful spells. We don't master any one element, however Black Masters may be masters of one or several elements in the process of training."

"So what areas have you mastered?" Costh asked

"I like Hexart before me, have mastered them all." Agrinja says.

"Who is Hexart? So you've master runics?" Costh asked

"Hexart was the Former Head of the Wizards of Destruction. He died in an incident involving Lolth. Yes, I have mastered Runes." Agrinja says.

"Interesting, I wonder how are runes differ, as well as how your rune skills differ from the Archrune wizardess." Costh commented

"I know Runes not even the Archwizardess is capable of casting. Thus, our Runes probably vary greatly. The same could be said for me and Ishrem. The real question would be, how do Scria and Ishrem's Runes differ?" Agrinja said.

"It would be interesting to see how they did." Costh replied, as almost of it's own violation, a rune changed the clothing he had on to the robes given to him by Scria.

"You must have made a favorable impression upon Scria to get those Robes. She only gives those to people who have the potential to become an Archwizard, Or More..." Agrinja says. He gets up, and stretches.

"Or more? Beside the divinities, I wouldn't have thought there would be a higher level Archwizard." Costh commented "As to the impression I made, I was told that by the paladin Rag-something, shortly before the Battle of Death, but I've yet to figure out why."

"Probably because of all the untrained potential you posses. I can feel it just oozing out of you. And yes, Its: Wizards/Mages, ArchMagi, Demi-God, which is inbetween Archwizard/Archmage, and the Lesser Gods, Gods, Greater Gods, and then Elder Gods." Agrinja says. He waves the chairs back into order, and fixes everything else back up.

"Now that makes a bit more sense, as all I have to do is undergo a ritual to become a demi-god." Costh replied

"You must have been a chosen successor. At that point, you'll be more powerful than me, but that doesn't mean you can simply throw your new weight around. Dark Gods do that. Don't be a Dark God, I'd hate to have to hunt you down." Agrinja says.

"Chosen, but not by anyone, but by the symbol of office. If I intended to go darksider, I'd have gone DG as soon as I got the ability to. That and my counterpart/wife would probably take me to task." Costh replied

Gypsy soon graps this firmly as well.



"Why yes, I am." Roy says. He yawns as well.

"Stop yawning, its contagious you know." Roy says in a joking manner.
By this time it is late. "Go on...I am certain that the Queen would not have me take all your time. We will resume tomorrow."
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V -- "I've been told."

K -- "Is anyone really hungry, or did everyone buy from the vendors?"

"Women, their such wonderful creatures." Agrinja says.

"Wonderful, but odd." Costh agreed

"Women, their such wonderful creatures." Agrinja says.
OOC: What's that supposed to mean?

OOC: I'll let you puzzle that one out on your own. :D

IC: Gypsy goes back to the library, and this time practices her reading. When morning comes, she can read really rather well, and has a philosophy book under her arm.



"I got from vendors, trying diffrent things out." Roy says.

The tutor raises an eyebrow. "I have two questions for you...one, do you understand that? Two...did you spend any social time with anyone last night? Or the night before, for that matter?"

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A -- "Good. Then we can all just get some sleep."

"I'm not a very social person, and I do have a question I was hoping could be answered. I think I understand the book well enough though." Gypsy said.

Written in the book.
Symbols and Opposites Tell The Whole Story

We can define a philosophical and scientific theory of everything with the following simple rules:

Rule 1: Everything is symbolic (entities express), and,

Rule 2: Everything appears as one side (only) of a pair of opposites (entities survive).

Rule 3: There are no other rules (entities survive to express, and express to survive).

Zeros and Ones: Symbols, Opposites; Different Yet The Same

The symbol for Rule 1 is either 0 or 1. The symbol for Rule 2 is the opposite of the symbol chosen for Rule 1, either 1 or 0.

0 and 1 are both opposite and symbolic. 0 is in a constant state of becoming 1. 1 is in a constant state of becoming 0.

Zeroes and ones are in the continual, infinite relationship of attracting each other and then changing places.

Ideas, Realities, Showing, Hidden

Corollary 1: Whatever is showing, its opposite is hidden. (light, dark; outside, inside; 1, 0)

Corollary 2: Whatever is showing is continually moving toward its hidden opposite, and whatever is hidden eventually shows up.

Corollary 3: Whatever is true is also false and whatever is false is also true. Everything is both true and false according to how we (wish to) see it.

Corollary 4: Every opposite is a symbol and every symbol is an opposite.

Corollary 5: An idea and its corresponding reality are symbolic opposites. ( heaven, earth; abstract, concrete; 0, 1)

Sun Creates Symbols and Opposites; Hidden and Showing Ideas and Realities

The sun is our master symbol, creating and teaching us how to interpret heaven and earth and light and dark, and all of the other pairs of opposites-- abstract, concrete, showing and hidden.

As if we were the sun, everything we see is always one-half of a full view. The other half is always hidden from view (in a shadow).

(Heaven and earth are symbols for abstract and concrete, or ideas and realities. Light and dark are symbols for showing and hidden or outsides and insides. Hidden and showing ideas and realities comprise all of the knowledge in this and all universes. Another well-known symbol for hidden and showing ideas and realities is e=mc2.)

The sentence that describes these ideas succinctly is: 'what is is also not'. The symbol that describes them is the circle.



Gypsy read him the passage.
"Does that mean that nothing is real, and just a symbol for its opposite?" Gypsy asked. She had never before encountered Philosophy before.

Roy slept well.

OOC: Philosophy text occurs coutesy of popularphilosophy.com Question supplied by me. This particular post is the only reason I visited the page.

The tutor laughs. "No...that was made up by some old stuffed suit trying to confuse people. In the fourth corallary, they do not define "opposite." What is opposite? Take you and me here, as examples...I am the opposite of you...my hair is white, your skin is white, my skin is black, your hair is black. We are opposites. And yet, am I a symbol for you, and vice versa? Not at all. You are yourself, and I am myself, and that is an absolute truth. Aside from that...you should know that there is reality...if both of us were not real, how could we be having this conversation?"

OOC: No more philosophy. Not this week. I just got an SAT prep book, and I'm starting to read it, and the test is on Saturday. I don't need your strange philosophy on top of that.
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Arel and Co are up before dawn, to practice the insanely hard maneuver they intend to preform. They go off some distance so that they don't wake Roy.

"Okay. I just got stuck is all. I read another section that claimed that Gods were really nothing but circles. Somehow I felt offended by that thought. No matter. It is in the past." Gypsy says. She puts the book on a nearby table, and seems ready for todays class.


Roy eventually gets up withthe dawn, and goes down and throws himself in the stream and then swims back out. refreshed and satisfied, he walks back and waits for the others. He strums his lute as he waits.

"Well...I was going to start you on mathematics today...but it seems to me that you are in need of a far greater education than that..."
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They don't get back until at least nine, and they're all looking fairly irritable. Arel's three siblings pick up their "bags of tricks" and head off, while she herself takes a seat and puts her head in her hands.

"Thirty-six hours. Lovely."

"So, Agrinja do you have a wife?" Costh asked

Agrinja went up and stood behind the podium, and prepared to give his lecture. Students slowly filed in.

"Right then. Be quiet. Talking when I am will not be tolerated, and thought of in the worst possible light. If you have a question, wait until I pause, raise your hand, and then I will answer your questions." Agrinja said. He paused for questions.

Costh simply waited to hear the lecture, and didn't ask any questions.

A young Drow boy was sitting in there, he looked fidgety, but didn't raise his hand.

"I know lots of math." Gypsy says. She spouts a lot of stuff only a calculus buff would know.
"I read a lot of books last night." Gypsy says.



"What's wrong?" Roy asks.

"The raw knowledge of facts does little good if you cannot apply and use them properly."
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"Never mind it...we'll get it worked out...we always have before."

Agrinja noticed the young lad.
"Yes, young lad, did you have a question? If so, please state your name for everybody, then your question." Agrinja said.

Gypsy proceeds to give several examples of how what she learned applies to everyday life.



"No, go ahead, perhaps a fresh perspective on the problem might help." Roy said.

The child looked around. "Me? I'm Shan...and I don't have a question, I was just told to be in this place at this time."

Gypsy proceeds to give several examples of how what she learned applies to everyday life.



"No, go ahead, perhaps a fresh perspective on the problem might help." Roy said.
"But did you discover that for yourself, or did you learn it out of a book?"
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"It's a matter of coordination. My siblings and myself do not practice together like we used to, and this is a routine with very specific timing...which we were only nailing about 90% of...when 150% is suggested."

OOC: I knew it.


IC: "Ahh, I see. Well then, without further conversation, let us proceed. I would suggest you take notes. There will be a test at the end.
*Agrinja clears his throat.*

Necromancy, what is it. Necromancy is commonly accepted as the art of dealing with the dead through magic. Necromancy has always been thought of as an evil form of magic for the longest time, however, this is not entirely the case. There is Good, necromancy, just as there are good undead, usually referred to as Deathless. They are as opposite as the Light Gods and the Dark gods. But I'm not here to try and convince you that necromancy is good, only tell you of the Negative side to practicing the Dark Arts. After class, if you like, I will show you a genuine Deathless, from the massive crypt on Mille Mortis known as The Undying Court. Any questions at the moment?" Agrinja began.

"A little from option A a little from option B. I'm really a quick study." Gypsy says.

OOC: And she had to be in her former lifestyle, or get beaten. Besides, Gods usually learn quickly anyways.


"My, That must be one heck of a combination. Perhaps you all should spend most of the day here practicing, that way you can accomplish it for your performance tomorrow." Roy says.

If you look close enough, there is magic every where. You just need to know what it is you are seeing to understand the power around you

Shan raised his hand, then waited for acknowledgement.

"Good undead? It has always been our understanding that Necromancers disturbed the dead for purely selfish reasons...selfish reasons leading to dark magick...leading to the utter consumation of the soul of the Necromancer, leading to darker deeds, until said Necromancer is him or herself killed. Is this not the case?"

"Quite usually yes. This is what 90% of Necromancy leads to. However, the Deathless, are not created by usuall necromancy. The gods bestowed upon Mortal man a little knowledge, to be used for when say, an important leader was beyond healing, yet was needed for a little while longer.
*Gestures, King Arthur is standing there. He was expecting something like this.*

Take King Arthur here. There are many diffrent theories to how he died. Make no mistake, he is diffenatly dead, that, is an undeniable fact, but, when he died, The one destined to take his place, was not yet able to rule Avalon. To this end, Merlin used the Good Necromancy on King Arthur's neardead body, and turned King Arthur Deathless. In the process, Merlin gave his life up as well, and also became Deathless.

*King Arthur waves to everyone. His skin is pale, that's the only thing wrong with him.*" Agrinja says. His look clearly indicates that he is finished speaking, and ready for Shan to either continnue his questions, or state that his question was answered.

Shan wrinkles his nose thoughtfully, then nods. "I see."

"*ahem* Now then, We have all heard about one thing Necromancy leads to.
*King Arthur takes a seat next to Shan. The Excaliber glints in the light of the room.*
There are other effects.
Your Aura heads south. You all can feel my Aura, feel it, can't you feel it there, a certain tingle of evilness? I myself am not evil, but Necromancy is, and in addition to what else I know, I am a fully trained Necromancer, because, the theory is, if you don't know how something operates, how can you defend against it, thus there is always one fully trained Necro at all times in my homeland.

Necromancy itself saps your life. My teacher, and greatest friend, Hexart, gave his life in a Necromancy spell to save the life of the New Kaymirilian Queen. Some spells simply carry that danger, the more powerful the spell, the more powerful the effect, fondly known as Retribution. The only being in creation that can use the full range of Necromancy and get away with it is Death.

Now, Necromancy can also do certain things to your physical appearence.
*Hexart takes off his Hood. Everyone can see his pale skin, and long white hair, Pink scars and other unatural skin phenomina adorn his face. Most of the class lets out a shudder as a chill runs down their spine. Agrinja, who once had a pleasant face, is no longer pleasant to look at.*

This can happen too. Questions?" Agrinja asks.

"A little from option A a little from option B. I'm really a quick study." Gypsy says.

OOC: And she had to be in her former lifestyle, or get beaten. Besides, Gods usually learn quickly anyways.


"My, That must be one heck of a combination. Perhaps you all should spend most of the day here practicing, that way you can accomplish it for your performance tomorrow." Roy says.
OOC:Are you going to answer this today?

"I believe that each being should be able to reach their maximum potential, however, the absolute laws must be obeyed in the process. Those that endanger others in their quest for power should have a good reason, otherwise the questing party should be left alone. For instance, if the Warhaven hive were to breed a creature that ate Miehm slivers exclusivly, wouldn't you object? It is of a similar nature for me, if you were to find a way to cancel my powers, I too would have to object. Quests for more power are okay, but with great power comes great responsibilities, and more enemies. No one, has ever gone through life without making enemies. Your lives, your quests will be the same. I hope the Warhaven and Miehm hives can be come friends and allies, or at least come to a mutual agreement. However, you have began to seek more power. The fates will balance this with equally powerful enemies. Beware, for your own sakes, for Magic, is a powerful drug, once you try a little bit, you will always want more." El said.


We see that you are wise, and we sense your honesty, along with your absolute belief and conviction in this truth, we will learn from you because you have been honest with us, now in return we shall be honest with you.

The sliver that has been speaking is, in appearence, a light blue sliver of average size, as the sliver speaks it begins to shift and change, growing taller and broader, until the queen of Miehms hive stands in the white tower in her full and awful majesty, the queen has brought an escort of what seems to be 14 muscle slivers, only 4 of them are really muscle slivers, the rest are mnemonic and mistform slivers, she has perpetrated a deception, now to see how the mage will react to this revelation...

"A little from option A a little from option B. I'm really a quick study." Gypsy says.

OOC: And she had to be in her former lifestyle, or get beaten. Besides, Gods usually learn quickly anyways.


"My, That must be one heck of a combination. Perhaps you all should spend most of the day here practicing, that way you can accomplish it for your performance tomorrow." Roy says.
OOC: If you want me to SEE something right after you've posted something else, put a quote, otherwise I automatically filter through it.

IC:
The tutor takes her outside, then whistles. A dog runs up, barking and wagging its tail.
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"We're breaking the days into four six-hour stints...four practicing, two doing otherwise, until tonight, when it'll be two practicing, and four sleeping. Until we get it...which hopefully we do."

El simply gave a bow of respect. He has lived such a long time that very little surprises him anymore.

"Your magesty. It will be a pleasure. Training will begin promptly at 5 A.M. tomorrow morning. I will be the first instructor." El said.

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Gypsy pets the dog behind the ears.
*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

"I wish all of you the best of luck then. If theirs anything I can do to help, simply let me know." Roy says.

The dog stands on its hind legs and licks Gypsy on the cheek (doggie kiss!)
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"No...this is up to us...but I have an hour and a half in which to do something else."

Gypsy laughs and continues petting the dog.
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"Well, lets go watch the performances, together." Roy says. He stands up, offers a Hand, and looks ready to go.

Costh simply waited for Agrinja to continue as he'd seen the effects of necromancy before.

"*ahem* Now then, We have all heard about one thing Necromancy leads to.
*King Arthur takes a seat next to Shan. The Excaliber glints in the light of the room.*
There are other effects.
Your Aura heads south. You all can feel my Aura, feel it, can't you feel it there, a certain tingle of evilness? I myself am not evil, but Necromancy is, and in addition to what else I know, I am a fully trained Necromancer, because, the theory is, if you don't know how something operates, how can you defend against it, thus there is always one fully trained Necro at all times in my homeland.

Necromancy itself saps your life. My teacher, and greatest friend, Hexart, gave his life in a Necromancy spell to save the life of the New Kaymirilian Queen. Some spells simply carry that danger, the more powerful the spell, the more powerful the effect, fondly known as Retribution. The only being in creation that can use the full range of Necromancy and get away with it is Death.

Now, Necromancy can also do certain things to your physical appearence.
*Hexart takes off his Hood. Everyone can see his pale skin, and long white hair, Pink scars and other unatural skin phenomina adorn his face. Most of the class lets out a shudder as a chill runs down their spine. Agrinja, who once had a pleasant face, is no longer pleasant to look at.*

This can happen too. Questions?" Agrinja asks.
"How, did, that, happen?" One brave student asked.

"Ahh, I'm glad you asked.
Each spell has its own side effect on the user. the weaker spells effects are negligible, and usually go away after one or two days. However, more powerful ones, like "Wail of the Banshee", Have more serious side effects. Lets use Wail of the Banshee. If I were to use Wail of the Banshee, I would automaticly produce a horrendus scream that would kill anyone who heard it, or it least, they wouldn't feel like playing anymore, and might actually go insane. I don't know, I've never tested Wail of the Banshee, nor do I have any wish to. Those that have though, tell me that those are the effects. The effects on the caster, are just as bad. After wail of the banshee, depending on how strong your spirit is, you lose your voice, sometimes permanetly, sometimes for a time period. One Necro I know of, lost his voice for fifty-five years. Then one day, it just simply came back. Other effects also include a permanet loss in hearing, a mild form of one Phsycosis or another, and partially blurred visin for a while. That's if your strong enough to resist dying yourself. Necromancy has a wide array of effects on its casters. Pretty anything that can go wrong with somebody, will go wrong with the right spell. Its the anti-thesis to healing magic. Now, my face will return to normal, slowly, over time, and eventually, I will shake off the schizophrenia. Its really troubling to have voices talking to you all the time. Anyways. Full time Necros heal themselves using Dark Rituals. The most popular involves sacrificing something young and innocent, like Shan here. The Rune Mage near him, while not fitting for a sacrifice, might also be used for a body switch. If you switch your bodies with someone else, you take your Necromancy powers with you. The Mild effects stay with your body. The Rune mage would get a broken down and diseased body, and the necro would get a fresh young body to continue. Some Side-effects though, they but dark blights on your soul. These blights slowly attack your life force, and send you to the lowest and worst levels of hell when you die.

Now, after another break for questions, I will go into how to counter Necromancy."

The Monk grunted.

OOC: I'll resume this when you can return. It was nice to see you, I'd give you a :fluffle: but something about that wouldn't seem right coming from me to you.

Cougar grabbed the Monk by the lapels, and stepped inside him, putting his leg behind the man's, and pushing him backwards over his leg

Gypsy laughs and continues petting the dog.
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"Well, lets go watch the performances, together." Roy says. He stands up, offers a Hand, and looks ready to go.
The tutor takes out a flat disk, at which the dog jumps and barks, wagging its tail. The tutor throws it, and the dog snatches it from the air, then brings it back to Gypsy.

"Tell me, dalhar...what do you know of play? Or rather...show me."
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Arel nods and takes his hand.

The monk falls, as he nears the ground he puts a hand down, and swings his legs around in a full circle, going in for a trip attack.

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Gypsy stands their, thinking for a moment, then goes out and has fun playing with the Dog, playing fetch, and doing various other activities with the dog.

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The first thing that catches his eye, is a stage where their juggling 9 razor sharp weapons.

"I saw a performance like this once, the guy miscalculated, and sliced his partner in half." Roy says.

OOC: Don't forget my post just below this one.

"How, did, that, happen?" One brave student asked.

"Ahh, I'm glad you asked.
Each spell has its own side effect on the user. the weaker spells effects are negligible, and usually go away after one or two days. However, more powerful ones, like "Wail of the Banshee", Have more serious side effects. Lets use Wail of the Banshee. If I were to use Wail of the Banshee, I would automaticly produce a horrendus scream that would kill anyone who heard it, or it least, they wouldn't feel like playing anymore, and might actually go insane. I don't know, I've never tested Wail of the Banshee, nor do I have any wish to. Those that have though, tell me that those are the effects. The effects on the caster, are just as bad. After wail of the banshee, depending on how strong your spirit is, you lose your voice, sometimes permanetly, sometimes for a time period. One Necro I know of, lost his voice for fifty-five years. Then one day, it just simply came back. Other effects also include a permanet loss in hearing, a mild form of one Phsycosis or another, and partially blurred visin for a while. That's if your strong enough to resist dying yourself. Necromancy has a wide array of effects on its casters. Pretty anything that can go wrong with somebody, will go wrong with the right spell. Its the anti-thesis to healing magic. Now, my face will return to normal, slowly, over time, and eventually, I will shake off the schizophrenia. Its really troubling to have voices talking to you all the time. Anyways. Full time Necros heal themselves using Dark Rituals. The most popular involves sacrificing something young and innocent, like Shan here. The Rune Mage near him, while not fitting for a sacrifice, might also be used for a body switch. If you switch your bodies with someone else, you take your Necromancy powers with you. The Mild effects stay with your body. The Rune mage would get a broken down and diseased body, and the necro would get a fresh young body to continue. Some Side-effects though, they but dark blights on your soul. These blights slowly attack your life force, and send you to the lowest and worst levels of hell when you die.

Now, after another break for questions, I will go into how to counter Necromancy."

OOC: Don't forget my other post just above this one.

The monk falls, as he nears the ground he puts a hand down, and swings his legs around in a full circle, going in for a trip attack.

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Gypsy stands their, thinking for a moment, then goes out and has fun playing with the Dog, playing fetch, and doing various other activities with the dog.

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The first thing that catches his eye, is a stage where their juggling 9 razor sharp weapons.

"I saw a performance like this once, the guy miscalculated, and sliced his partner in half." Roy says.

OOC: Don't forget my post just below this one.
The dog will play until it's exhausted.
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"That's why you've got to have your head in the game at all times."

etc.

Shan looks somewhat uncomfortable before blanking his expression.

Afterwards, Gypsy runs, jumps, climbs trees, and in general, plays like a child.
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The performance ends with some sword swallowing. The most marvelous part is when the performers pull flowers out instead of swords. They bow, and leave.

Next up, a singing bard gets on, and sings romantic love ballads from all over.

The dog watches her.
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Arel lets the preformance take her away from what she's been doing and will be doing shortly.

Costh simply waited for Agrinja to continue his lecture.

Gypsy laughs, and without thinking, throws the dog a bone half the size of it in weight. It lands just in front of the dog.

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Roy simply enjoys his time with Arel.



Agrinja noticed the blank stare on Shan.

"Does this mean your no longer going to pay attention Shan?" Agrinja asked.

The dog looks surprised.
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When she has to, Arel goes back to work on the Ring of Confusion.
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S -- I'm paying attention. You can even quiz me at the end.

Agrinja continued anyways. If Shan failed, well, he failed.
He decided to give him a chance though. Secretly, ha made a small shock get Shan from behind. Static Shock. Enough to startle him and get him to pay attention.

King Arthur walked off.

"Now then," Agrinja started after the static Shock hit, " The main focus, is how to repel the undead. Arthur has gone to round up several diffrent levels of Undead I have incapacitated in a nearby storage locker. Ahh yes, here he comes now.
*King Arthur pulls in a cart bearing all manner of undead.*

Now, we'll start of simple. The skeleton. Skeletons are very easy to defeat. All you really have to do, is knock them around with a good bludgeoning object, and they'll crumble to dust. I know however, that a situation may arrive in which you can't use physical violence, and frankly, magick is a whole lot funner to use. Now, a class of spell that almost always works, is Healing and restorative magicks. I am not a healer, nor will I ever be a healer. However, I have learned enough healing magic that I can cure almost any basic wound, and chase away most of the undead. I would suggest all of you apprentice yourselves to a good healer and learn at least basic healing and restorative magics. Its good for more than chasing away undead, trust me. Although, I do have to admit, most Healers I've seen, are really quite strick when they teach their magic. *Kahlan, the Achwizardess of healing shoots Agrinja a certain look as she walks by down the hallway.*
There are, other spells as well. Fire seems to do exceptionally well against undead, unless the undead your fighting is immune to it. It does happen, trust me. The fiend of Fire is Undead, and he's a master of the stuff. Although I do hear Phish, Kaymirilian Master of fire, really got him good.
I know, you hear Fish and think Aquatic animal, but no, I made that mistake to. Phish, with a Ph, is a really talented master, and good at his craft.

Now, the question becomes, how do you chase away an undead creature without a weapon, without healing and restorative magics, and without Fire Magic? Well, I'm going to answer that.

Dia.

Yes, a spell known simply as Dia. Where Dia originated from, I couldn't tell you, but I can tell you this. It summons an Aura, a powerful Aura, a Holy Aura. This naturally deals damage to undead, and with most weaker Undead, a small dosage of Dia will get rid of them quickly. Like so.

*Agrinja casts Dia, a powerful Holy aura fills the room. Since Agrinja worships Warfare, his aura fills the room. The skeleton crumbles, as does 1/3 of all the Undead in the cart.*

Then, lets say you've run across something even more powerful. Lets say you've run accross a Genuine Egyptian Mummy, or a Mummy from anywhere, not necessarily Egyptian. Mummies, are really powerful creatures. Hard to control, and hard to beat. How ever, there are more powerful ways to get rid of them. A good example of this would be Regenerative wind.

Reginerative wind originated awhile back, when a Healer and a sky Mage conspired to cast a massive healing spell on an entire army at once. Most Healers probably know this spell, and, if they don't, I'd be happy to pass it along. Anyways, The Healer and the mage, figured out how to put a healing spell upon a breeze. I personally learned this spell out of intrest, and one day I ran into a leage group of really powerful Undead. I tried thinking of things I knew that worked that would help me out of the tight spot I was in, but all I could think of, was Regenerative wind. This is what happened.

*Agrinja casts Regenerative wind. Everyone can see healing energies floating upon a breeze. They all feel refreshed and much better. 1/3 of the Undead in the cart crumple up and die. The remaining Undead, obiviously under Agrinja's control, Look at him.*

Then, sometimes, nothing does the job quite like a Black Hole. Black Holes come from science. They occur when a really big star collapses. Me and my fellow Archwizards of Warfare, got together and figured out how to craft one via magic. It's only for the real masters of magic. The ones who have the greatest control, and the highest amount of power. Anyways, we've discovered, that taking a high amount of Gravity, concentrating it, and exerting influence over its gravitational influences, allows us to spawn a small black Hole.

*Agrinja mumbles scientific formulae mixed with magic. The gravity in Hoeth increases and the lights dim and decend to a point just infront of Agrinja. They can see the lights revolve around a small black Hole just infront of Agrinja. He drags the black hole, partially through more of the spell, partially through brute strength, more spell than strength, closer to the remaining undead. They get crunched up along with the cart into the black hole. Agrinja finishes the spell and everything reverts to normal. Agrinja's breathing hard.*


And, that, is, how, you, get, rid of, powerful, undead, creatures."Agrinja says while breathing heavily. He waits for questions whilst he catches his breath.

Gypsy laughs. She continues to frolic in the sun.
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Roy heads back to camp.

Costh sat throught the demonstration, filling away information, especially on the methods the instructor used.

Galvenor meditates further...

The monk falls, as he nears the ground he puts a hand down, and swings his legs around in a full circle, going in for a trip attack.

Cougar saw the attack coming, and turned so that the impact didn't knock him off his feet, which it would have done had it connected with the back of his knees. Thankfully, it didn't, but he went down nonetheless, his right hand grabbing the monks wrist, the left grabbing on leg, and pulling down and across,his knee crashing with some considerable force into the monks chest

A bone cacked. The Abbot rolled to his feet. He decided he was moving to slow. He picked up the pace considerably, rushed around Cougar, and delivered a hard blow to the back.

The shock sent a jolt up Cougar's spine, causing him to twitch slightly. He shook it off, and retook his stance, waiting for the next strike

OOC: Warhaven, there're revalations afoot and you're ignoring them, pay attention man, see page 367, it's right at the top of the page, you can't miss it.(I'm just in a hurry for a reply because my time has grown rather restricted all of a sudden.)

Gypsy laughs. She continues to frolic in the sun.
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Roy heads back to camp.
The tutor keeps an eye on her. From a distance, strains of music can be heard, as a band of wandering entertainers passes by.
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No one is there...they selected a different spot to train at.
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Shan listens. These are some odd ideas...

OOC: Warhaven, there're revalations afoot and you're ignoring them, pay attention man, see page 367, it's right at the top of the page, you can't miss it.(I'm just in a hurry for a reply because my time has grown rather restricted all of a sudden.)

OOC:No Miehm, you missed my reply. El is the name of the saintly old Archwizard you've been talking too.

The tutor keeps an eye on her. From a distance, strains of music can be heard, as a band of wandering entertainers passes by.
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No one is there...they selected a different spot to train at.
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Shan listens. These are some odd ideas...

The music seems to strike a chord somewhere in Gypsy. She plays an old song she heard once. Coming from nowhere, Gypsy plays Dance of the sugarplem fairies. Gypsy dances to the music in her own manner, and little illusionary Sugarplum Fairies manifest and join her.
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Roy decides to try his hand at cooking. He starts at a time that, when he's finished, they should be returning from practice. Using his carefull observation of Arel's cooking, and his own notes, the result isn't to bad, but isn't as good as what Arel might have done. Anyways it isn't bad for a start.
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"Now, there are many methods for dealing with the Undead. Many of you, over the course of your lives, will learn several of them. The purpose of this lecture, was to simply provide you with some basic tools.
By the way, while there are many methods of defeating undead, if you ever meet Vecna, my best advice is to run. Vecna is a Dark God. Vecna is a Lich. Vecna is the only Ascended Divine God Lich in creation, as far as I know. Vecna is to the Gods, what normal Lich's are for us, Trouble. Fortunatly, from what I understand, Everyonce in awhile, a group of lesser Gods bunch together and go put Vecna down once every two or three centuries.

*Agrinja snapped his fingers. A parchment containing Dia and regenerative wind appeared infront of everybody.*

Now, the test. Study one of these spells carefully. Figure out how to cast them, and then, cast it. Tell me which one you intend to cast, and I will bring in an Undead of the same level. If you can kill it with that spell, then your time here has not been wasted." Agrinja said with a grin.

The shock sent a jolt up Cougar's spine, causing him to twitch slightly. He shook it off, and retook his stance, waiting for the next strike

"Your hits are good. They can be stronger. Channel your energies, in your case, your white flame, into your muscles, all of them. Have it amplify your strength. The more familier you are with your power, the more you can use it to increase your strength. Remeber this, for using it as you normally would is good, but their may be times when you need to use it in secret. This technique, the core of what my skills are based off, will allow you to acomplish such a feat." The Abbott said.

He channeled his energy away from his muscles. His muscles visibly deflated a little.

He ran up, and gave cougar a blow on the chest. While it was still strong, it was not as strong as the previous blows. The monk stepped back a pace or two.

"See what I mean? Be glad I am not the Grand Abbot. It is said that Warfare challenged him once to dent the DarkSteel. It is said he put a great dent in the darksteel. The Grandabbott's powers, are far better than my own." The abbott said.

Kahlan, the archwizardess of Healing and regenerative magics, healed the abbott back to perfect health, removing any injuries, and restoring lost energy. Then she did the same for Cougar.

The Abbott of the Mage Fist stepped up, and bowed.

"Please, to make this fair, use your powers. Otherwise, I fear it may not be fair." The abbott said.

He simply stood there, waiting for an attack.

"Alright." Costh set to work figuring out how to transcribe one of the spells into a runic form.

As Costh finished working on runeifying the spells, and ran a couple illusionary tests he thought, Man I havn't done this in ages. "Sir, I think I have managed to get the spells into a form I can use. Would you mind if I took the test?"

"Nope, go right on ahead. State which spell your going to cast, let me bring in the undead, and then cast away." Agrinja said.

"Would you have any objections if I tried both, as well as a varient I think I've come up with?" Costh asked

"No Go right on ahead." Agrinja said.

*A skeleton gets dragged in by Arthur.*

Costh focused and drew the rune for Dia. He was unsure what the results would be as he didn't worship one god, but did revere and honour the gods of Theao.

The Aura for the gods of Theao poured into the room. if they were good goods, the skeleton would be destroyed, if they were neutral, then the effect would be up to Costh. If they were evil, then the skeleton would grow stronger.

As the set up of the Theao pantheon was balanced between light and dark, with the neutral powers turned 'good' the skeleton was destroyed.

"Intresting. Now, the next one then." Agrinja said.

Arthur dragged in a Mummy by its bandages

"Alright." Costh focused and drew the rune for Regenerative wind, turning it's power on the mummy.

The wind stuttered and trie to not blow, but gave up and gave it all it had.

The Mummy couldn't resist.


Arthur dragged in a fully-fledged Lich.

"Now, what experiment did you have in mind?" Agrinja asked.

"I think I've figured out a rune that would be the merged essence of both the Dia and Regenerative Wind Runes." Costh replied

"Well, give it a try." Agrinja said.


OOC: It's your spell, you write the effects.

"Alright." Costh replied, he first used a very powerful shielding rune to encircle him and the lich as merged spells, especially untested ones, ran a risk of unintended side effects and reactions. Once he was sure of the shielding he began working on the rune. Rather than drawing it in the air as he'd done for the Dai and Regenerative Wind, he drew the merged rune carefully and neatly on a sheet. Once it was complete he focued and sent power throught the rune. The spell let loose it's powers, the combination of the two sending out an odd purplish wave, that broke on the shield but still bleed out into the rest of the room. The Lich, simply vanished under the power of the rune, but it did have a number of unexpected side effects on the people and objects in the room. Any wood objects either sprouted branches or leaves depending on size, while on the people, thier hair grew a full foot and thier finger nails grew an inch. The effects on Costh were he grew butt length hair, from a formerly bald head, and his nails grew almost a foot in length. Costh staggered from the spell and fell to his knees, braking all ten of his nails.

OOC: Wow this is moving along rather quickly. Can anyone give me a lowdown on whats happening?

OOC: Wow this is moving along rather quickly. Can anyone give me a lowdown on whats happening?

OOC: Way too complicated to really explain well. There has been so much here over the months, it's hard to wrap it into one post. However, you could still go to the tower, and ppl would teach and work with you

"

The Abbott of the Mage Fist stepped up, and bowed.

"Please, to make this fair, use your powers. Otherwise, I fear it may not be fair." The abbott said.

He simply stood there, waiting for an attack.

"How about you drop your powers, and then see if you are still a true master of combat at close quaters, as you so claim?"

Cougar could see the frail looking man give it some thought.

"I could try, but its so much apart of my fighting style I'm not sure I could, even if I wanted to." The Abbott said.

We find 5 AM acceptable for our training to commence, where shall it take place?

Cougar could see the frail looking man give it some thought.

"I could try, but its so much apart of my fighting style I'm not sure I could, even if I wanted to." The Abbott said.

"Then it is hardly a fair fight. I have never used the White Flame to augment my ablitites, therefore I do not know how... however, I am sure I could try"

He closed his eyes, and concentrated for ages,, before the White Flame burst in existence. After nearly a year, Cougar had managed to achieve his next power level. Even as he did so, he yelled out, his hair grew to it's old lenght and then some and it flickered in the fire. It had taken much training, and much hardship, but the fights had only served to make him stronger still. He stood there, his muscle mass slightly increased, but his speed unimpended. He opened his eyes, and saw nothing except the Flame, the world merely etchings of black, mere outlines of what was there. But he was used to it by now. He resumed his stance,"I have done what you ask... now come, let me show you"

OOC: Unfortunatly, I have to leave at 12 to go take a test.

IC: "Why, here, of course." El said.

ooc: awaiting Agrinja response to Costh's hybrid spell.

OOC: You remind me of the Saiyans from Dragonballz

IC: A great chill seemed to surround the monk. He darted over to Cougar, and delivered a peciluar punch. While it was decently hard, a chill spread over to Cougar, enveloped him, and manefested as an Ice spell, trapping Cougar in a block of Ice, for a split second before cracking.

OOC: Where do you think the whole idea and basis for the White Flame comes from?

IC: Cougar shivered in spite of himself, and increased his surroundings to melt the ice as fast as possible,"An ice spell on a fire?"

ooc: awaiting Agrinja response to Costh's hybrid spell.
Agrinja liked the spell. He looked normal again.

"Well, I think I'd like a copy of that Rune, Costh. It deserves some further study. You have passed my test. Congratulations." Agrinja said.

"Alright, now if you'll excuse me I have to deal with this," Points to hair, "and these." Points to jagged fingernails.

OOC: If you start putting up quests to go hunt down seven legendary balls, I think I might scream. On the other hand, I always have wanted to fight a Saiyan.

IC:"Why yes, Ice and water are in essence the same, and both are opposites of Fire, thus, providing me with a weak point." The Abbott said.

The Abbott shot a thunder fist at Cougar. It traveled really fast. It was basically a White glowing fist composed entirely of electricity. However, unlike a normal lightning spell, this one also did Physical damage like a punch, though not as much as a real physical punch.

OOC: Unfortunatly, I have to leave at 12 to go take a test.

IC: "Why, here, of course." El said.

We do not understand, you will train us in the library, would there not be a possibility of damaging the tomes within this room? We will train here if that is the way that you feel we should, however, we hope that you will be understanding of our questions, as we have never had necessity to train in the arcanum before.

"Oh, allow me." Agrinja says. He casts a spell on Costh. It encases him in a black bubble for a whole second. When it disappears, Costh's hair falls to the floor, as does his nails, leaving him with a once again Bald head, and neatly trimmed nails.

"Just becareful, I think that spell you cast has allowed you to grow hair again. If you like Baldness, then a regular shave might be in order." Agrinja advised.

OOC: If you start putting up quests to go hunt down seven legendary balls, I think I might scream. On the other hand, I always have wanted to fight a Saiyan.

IC:"Why yes, Ice and water are in essence the same, and both are opposites of Fire, thus, providing me with a weak point." The Abbott said.

The Abbott shot a thunder fist at Cougar. It traveled really fast. It was basically a White glowing fist composed entirely of electricity. However, unlike a normal lightning spell, this one also did Physical damage like a punch, though not as much as a real physical punch.

OOC: I'm not going that far, don't worry. He's not Saiyan, just has similar ablities

IC: "So, you are not actually a combat master. You are another mage, whose attacks focus on the elements and the forms of these attacks are similar to that of a punch or kick. You are no combat master... thus this fight defeats the reason for which I am here"

Cougar dodged the 'fist', and stepped in, his palm striking the abbot in the chest as if it were a hammer, smashing aside a piece of wood

"We will train here because it is quiet, and because formally, no one else in your hive has Magic. Thus, first, you must learn how to listen to that which is within you, through an art known as Meditation." El said.

"Thank you, and I'm not naturally bald, I keep my head shaved." Costh replied

"We will train here because it is quiet, and because formally, no one else in your hive has Magic. Thus, first, you must learn how to listen to that which is within you, through an art known as Meditation." El said.

We understand, what shall you have us do in order to "meditate"?

OOC: I'm not going that far, don't worry. He's not Saiyan, just has similar ablities

IC: "So, you are not actually a combat master. You are another mage, whose attacks focus on the elements and the forms of these attacks are similar to that of a punch or kick. You are no combat master... thus this fight defeats the reason for which I am here"

Cougar dodged the 'fist', and stepped in, his palm striking the abbot in the chest as if it were a hammer, smashing aside a piece of wood

Surprisingly enough, there was steel underneath that wood. The monk groaned a bit.

"Yet, without these Kicks and punces, I would be unable to cast. I can only use the weaker and medium strength spells." The abbott said.

The monk slammed an open palm into Cougar's side. A vortex of wind shot out from the abbotts open palm, it was strong enough to blow elephants over.
Fortunatly, the wind only lasted for 3 seconds.

Cougar flipped with the wind, landing catlike on his feet, before standing up and flexing his neck muscles,"Still, I have seen no true combat from you. At least, not the form of combat I came here to have challenged"

OOC: Warhaven, I have some new weapons that might interest you, see them here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=423545

They're designed for the slivers and based on protoss equipment from Starcraft.

Theao.

"I did not know that. May I have the Rune on paper now?" Agrinja asked.

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Miehm

"Come back, tomorrow at 5. I will tell you then. For now, rest, and relax, enjoy your time. One word of advise though, I am perhaps the nicest of all the magi you'll meet here. Magi are a stern unforgiving lot, demanding that you do as they ask when they ask, as they ask, and how they ask without question, or fail. Any arguing, or failure to perform is usually grounds for them to stop teaching. I ask that you meet me at 5, because each Teacher has their own time to begin. Some, like it real early at 5. Others, prefer it later in the day. This is to get you used to what they might ask." El warned.

With that, he took three steps backward, and disappeared.

Theao.

"I did not know that. May I have the Rune on paper now?" Agrinja asked.

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Miehm

"Come back, tomorrow at 5. I will tell you then. For now, rest, and relax, enjoy your time. One word of advise though, I am perhaps the nicest of all the magi you'll meet here. Magi are a stern unforgiving lot, demanding that you do as they ask when they ask, as they ask, and how they ask without question, or fail. Any arguing, or failure to perform is usually grounds for them to stop teaching. I ask that you meet me at 5, because each Teacher has their own time to begin. Some, like it real early at 5. Others, prefer it later in the day. This is to get you used to what they might ask." El warned.

With that, he took three steps backward, and disappeared.

The queen would ponder his words, until the next morning she would remain here and peruse the tomes upon the walls.

Cougar flipped with the wind, landing catlike on his feet, before standing up and flexing his neck muscles,"Still, I have seen no true combat from you. At least, not the form of combat I came here to have challenged"

"I cannot change who I am." The Abbott said. He swirled into a dust devil, swirled over to Cougar, and reappeared, and delivered a punch made of solid Granite.

"Alright." Costh drew another copy of the rune, as the last casting had destroyed the paper he had drawn it upon. He drew it with the same percision he had last time. "Here you go." Costh replied as he passed the sheet over to Agrinja. He then drew another copy for himself, which he pocketed.

OOC: *whispers to Warhaven & Theao* you need to reply to the threads i'm in with you in ;) (i'm bored and need entertainment)

"I cannot change who I am." The Abbott said. He swirled into a dust devil, swirled over to Cougar, and reappeared, and delivered a punch made of solid Granite.

The punch crashed into Cougar's chest, but he had been moving, so it didn't wind him. He retaliated with two hits of his own, a foot crashing into the abbots head, followed by a strike to his kidneys. Both were wreathed in flame

OOC: Sorry y'all, got a test I HAVE to go take. I'll try a be back A.S.A.P.

The music seems to strike a chord somewhere in Gypsy. She plays an old song she heard once. Coming from nowhere, Gypsy plays Dance of the sugarplem fairies. Gypsy dances to the music in her own manner, and little illusionary Sugarplum Fairies manifest and join her.
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Roy decides to try his hand at cooking. He starts at a time that, when he's finished, they should be returning from practice. Using his carefull observation of Arel's cooking, and his own notes, the result isn't to bad, but isn't as good as what Arel might have done. Anyways it isn't bad for a start.
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"Now, there are many methods for dealing with the Undead. Many of you, over the course of your lives, will learn several of them. The purpose of this lecture, was to simply provide you with some basic tools.
By the way, while there are many methods of defeating undead, if you ever meet Vecna, my best advice is to run. Vecna is a Dark God. Vecna is a Lich. Vecna is the only Ascended Divine God Lich in creation, as far as I know. Vecna is to the Gods, what normal Lich's are for us, Trouble. Fortunatly, from what I understand, Everyonce in awhile, a group of lesser Gods bunch together and go put Vecna down once every two or three centuries.

*Agrinja snapped his fingers. A parchment containing Dia and regenerative wind appeared infront of everybody.*

Now, the test. Study one of these spells carefully. Figure out how to cast them, and then, cast it. Tell me which one you intend to cast, and I will bring in an Undead of the same level. If you can kill it with that spell, then your time here has not been wasted." Agrinja said with a grin.
The four siblings get back later than expected, and still looking pissed off at each other.
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Shan looks over the spells. That wasn't teaching...that was a lecture...yeah, I felt how he cast the spells...

After deciding on a spell (not necessarily one that he was 'taught' there), Shan sat back and trimmed his nails.

ooc: Good luck on the test. What subject is it in?

OOC: Fight not working. Is not what I believed it would be aka a test of PHYSICAl prowess, not using magicks to augment a persons ablity. That destroys the point completley. Thus, consider Cougar having returned home. If they want to really fight him, as he believed, then they can request it.

IC: Cougar was sat in the sand room, his mind etching images with the sand in front of him. Where the images came from, he didn't know. A rising sun, coupled with a setting moon. An ocean, deep as can be and stretching to the horizon in all directions. A barren plain, cold as the Russian winter and not as welcoming. He sat in the middle of it all, just concentrating

Rhenna comes in and sits down behind Cougar, resting her head against his back after a long day.

He froze everything exactly as it was, other than the two of them. He didn't turn around, not wanting to really disturb her,"Bad day?"

"Somewhat. What of yours?"

He shrugged slightly, then turned to face her,"What happened?"

"The joys of teaching...especially when they understood how to craft a destructive spell a touch too well."