NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I do not think there is a parking lot. since most of us have used teleportation of some sort or anouther we have had no need for one. If you are worried about storage though I am certain that there are rooms designed to store something of that size.

These people are soft... This Master is softer than most... Nightmares fear nothing, and I fear less. I have lived my greatest terrors for very waking moment of the last centuries, and still he seeks to frighten me... I gaze upon my nightmares constantly, what terror is there for me in the words of an old man?

"These people are weak..." He didn't even realise he'd said it out loud, but it was said so softly that not even those with the keenest opf hearing could have heard him...

Waving his hands in a broad gesture Galvenor indicated the crowd of both students and instructors who had gathered to witness the event.

"If you want to be instructed in the ways of Power, you must first convince one of these instructors you are worth their time. Today was a prime example of how not to go about that. Good luck."

Galvenor faded from view and reappeared next to Eldrad.

The Eldar Master Farseer ((Sorry about all the caps)) sighed gently,"It would appear we have a problem, Galvenor... I do not understand what the provocation was. From my point of view, there was none... and very little, if anything, escapes our collective notice."

His head snapped up as Chainer spoke to himself, his hearing being of high Elven quality. However, he did not need to hear him... all those he had taught to wield the Warp could be felt through it, and so could their thoughts,"Excuse me, Teji and Galvenor, I will return."."

He stood up, walked over, and grabbed Chainer by the shoulder, his grip strong despite his slender frame, even concealed within his armour,"You imputent child! Do you not realise that this 'soft' person took the time and energy to teach you something that very few have the chance to learn. Who helped you when you found it difficult, and showed you how to manipulate the power of the Immaterium? This 'soft' Eldar has seen things you could never dream, even though you claim to have faced your nightmares for many centuries. Others may not have heard you, nor felt what you were thinking, but I have. You are a disgrace, and I regret having taught you."

With that, he pushed him away,"Irregardless of power, nobody here is weak nor soft. Everyone is strong in their own way. If all you wish is power at any cost, then you do not belong here. Should you win your upcoming battle, you should leave the Tower... there is no place here for those whose only wish is more power at the cost of others. Your willingness to exploit a persons charity sickens me to my very soul."

As he turned to walk away, he stopped, and said over his shoulder,"Oh, and should you attempt to assualt me now, I will spread your soul across the Immaterium to be devoured by the beasts within, and I would do it with pleasure. You say you are not scared? To quote a famous Jedi,'You will be.'"

With that, he walked away, his hands clasped behind his back tightly, before sitting back on the bench,"I apologise, Teji, but given the current situation, I cannot train you further. For the time being, please meditate on what you have learned before, and return to me when this nasty buisness is complete."

The Eldar Master Farseer ((Sorry about all the caps)) sighed gently,"It would appear we have a problem, Galvenor... I do not understand what the provocation was. From my point of view, there was none... and very little, if anything, escapes our collective notice."

His head snapped up as Chainer spoke to himself, his hearing being of high Elven quality. However, he did not need to hear him... all those he had taught to wield the Warp could be felt through it, and so could their thoughts,"Excuse me, Teji and Galvenor, I will return."."

He stood up, walked over, and grabbed Chainer by the shoulder, his grip strong despite his slender frame, even concealed within his armour,"You imputent child! Do you not realise that this 'soft' person took the time and energy to teach you something that very few have the chance to learn. Who helped you when you found it difficult, and showed you how to manipulate the power of the Immaterium? This 'soft' Eldar has seen things you could never dream, even though you claim to have faced your nightmares for many centuries. Others may not have heard you, nor felt what you were thinking, but I have. You are a disgrace, and I regret having taught you."

With that, he pushed him away,"Irregardless of power, nobody here is weak nor soft. Everyone is strong in their own way. If all you wish is power at any cost, then you do not belong here. Should you win your upcoming battle, you should leave the Tower... there is no place here for those whose only wish is more power at the cost of others. Your willingness to exploit a persons charity sickens me to my very soul."

As he turned to walk away, he stopped, and said over his shoulder,"Oh, and should you attempt to assualt me now, I will spread your soul across the Immaterium to be devoured by the beasts within, and I would do it with pleasure. You say you are not scared? To quote a famous Jedi,'You will be.'"

With that, he walked away, his hands clasped behind his back tightly, before sitting back on the bench,"I apologise, Teji, but given the current situation, I cannot train you further. For the time being, please meditate on what you have learned before, and return to me when this nasty buisness is complete."

Perhaps he is right... But then... What is there???

OOC: Hooray for moral dilemmas!

OOC: Eldrad is good at doing that, no? Anyway, nothing else to put here.

OOC: Yeah, until someone else comes up with something, Chainer is temporarily dead in the water so far as character development is concerned...

After Eldrad had left Teji began wondering about the name he had called out who was this Galvenor and were was he. perhapse he was anouther teacher or student. he had no clue. He decided that it would be worth it to try to find out anyhow. so he spoke out to the air to see if he could get his attention. "Mr. Galvenor sir were ever you are and who ever you are can i speak to you for a moment."

As he couldn't find an instructor in the dispersing crowd, the man decided to spend some time in meditation as well a review of his actions. Taking a seat on a bench, he removed his cloak. What was revealed was a young man with spikey white hair as well as an almost elvenistic cast to his features. Covering his right hand and stretching to mid forearm was a gauntlet that was designed and inset with gems in such a way as to make it appear as if it belonged to an insect. The hand also had an extra finger, that the left one lacked. Covering his right eye was an eye patch in much the same style of the gauntlet. He closed his left eye with a purple iris and began to contemplate and meditate.

"Ahh, but we are not truely ever alone. The lady, she speaks to us, protects us, clothes us, feeds us, gives us water. We are as dependant on her, as she is on us. It is her that chooses all Sorcerers of Ri-an, it is her that teaches us, gives us training. It probably seems strange to you, because you have grown up with a diffrent method. But it seems strange to me, to have great numbers of mages, and training them all from birth. Then again, who knows where we would have been, in another 1,000 years." Marill said.
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Ri-an sat there. she was used to being alone. She reached out with her mind,to see if Kaymiril had a spirit like her, to see if she was the only one of her kind, other than him, or if indeed, every planet had a guardian spirit.

OOC: Good night. I hope to meet more people IC tomorrow.
"You do have a point. Still...we are trained from a very young age, so that by the time one of us becomes a Master, he or she knows exactly how to control the specific magick."
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The planet did have a spirit, but as its tenants were not in need of it, and it was not hostile towards them, it lay passive, dormant.

"What we have mastered, probably seems basic to you, but that which we have mastered, we have well and truely mastered. In fact, my entire trip here, started with experimenting with Teleportation. It seems difficult now, but I pray it will become easier with time, and practice." Marill said.

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Lady Ri-an let it sleep. It was not her place to wake it. She sat there, and let time pass by. She watched over her own world, seeking still, the source of the mana born creatures, for they were never her creations.

"What we have mastered, probably seems basic to you, but that which we have mastered, we have well and truely mastered. In fact, my entire trip here, started with experimenting with Teleportation. It seems difficult now, but I pray it will become easier with time, and practice." Marill said.

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Lady Ri-an let it sleep. It was not her place to wake it. She sat there, and let time pass by. She watched over her own world, seeking still, the source of the mana born creatures, for they were never her creations.
"It does. Our own people's history of magick is greusome, simply because too much was attempted too soon. But from that, we have mastered much."
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It was a while before Mith could get in to see her. He was tall, for a Drow, at almost five and a half feet, and while he was covered from head to toe in gray, including a mask, his eyes and posture gave out a soothing feeling, one that tended to calm frightened patients and families.

"L' Jalil Ri-an?"

"Who can truely say what path is best? A society develops according to its needs. In the end, it matters little, for now my people can learn from those who truely know magic, and its powers." Marill said.

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Lady Ri-an rose.

"I am the Lady Ri-an, yes. it is, a pleasure to meet you." Lady Ri-an said.

Chainer had no idea what to do now... He had sensed some truth in what Eldrad said, but after over 7 centuries of constant numbness, what was there that he could do to change after so long? When fear, hatred, anger, and the shades of those you have killed are your only companions, what could break the cold that descended on a person after so long???

"Who can truely say what path is best? A society develops according to its needs. In the end, it matters little, for now my people can learn from those who truely know magic, and its powers." Marill said.

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Lady Ri-an rose.

"I am the Lady Ri-an, yes. it is, a pleasure to meet you." Lady Ri-an said.
He nodded. "And then you will decide if that is what is best for you."
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"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. I am Mith, head of the Healing Class."

He sat down, guesturing for her to do the same.

"How may I be of service?"

Chainer had no idea what to do now... He had sensed some truth in what Eldrad said, but after over 7 centuries of constant numbness, what was there that he could do to change after so long? When fear, hatred, anger, and the shades of those you have killed are your only companions, what could break the cold that descended on a person after so long???
Not far away, there was a group of small children heading out, with two adults leading them. All were dressed in a deep shade of gray.

All but one of them vanished, the last one, a female, being temporarily stationed at the Tower, in case someoen got hurt.

He nodded. "And then you will decide if that is what is best for you."
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"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. I am Mith, head of the Healing Class."

He sat down, guesturing for her to do the same.

"How may I be of service?"


Not far away, there was a group of small children heading out, with two adults leading them. All were dressed in a deep shade of gray.

All but one of them vanished, the last one, a female, being temporarily stationed at the Tower, in case someoen got hurt.

Chainer was oblivious, he was too deep in thought, considering all he had heard. He nearly ran into her as he walked by, barely even noticing her as he passed...

Loki noticed a figure meditating by himself and decided to go find out who he was. As he neared the young man, he realized it was the same spikey haired person who had recently been summoned to the arena for his argument with Chainer.

"Um, hi," Loki greeted innocently as he stood next to him. "Who are you?"

Chainer was oblivious, he was too deep in thought, considering all he had heard. He nearly ran into her as he walked by, barely even noticing her as he passed...She paused just in time to not be bumped into, and muttered something under her breath, in Drow, about humans that couldn't see where they were going.

She then continued on her way. She had a job to do, after all.

"Hello young fellow." The man said, turning to look at Loki. "My name is Uriel, Uriel Lucifer."

"Interesting name," Loki replied as he thought about his name, Lucifer. "Um... what are you?" he asked bluntly, though with the innocence that only someone as young as Loki could muster.

She paused just in time to not be bumped into, and muttered something under her breath, in Drow, about humans that couldn't see where they were going.

She then continued on her way. She had a job to do, after all.

Chainer overheard, and finally noticed her...

"I'm sorry... I wasn't watching where I was going..."

He could guess what she had said.

"I'm the last survivor of a race known as the Velgorth." He replied

Chainer overheard, and finally noticed her...

"I'm sorry... I wasn't watching where I was going..."

He could guess what she had said.
She looked over her shoulder. She had classical Drow features, but for her kind was fairly plain. In her eyes, however...intelligence shone through, unmasked by irritation.

"No doubts. If you are a student, pick a destination. If an instructor, choose a student. If an obstruction, the exit is back that way."

"I'm the last survivor of a race known as the Velgorth." He replied

"Then we have something in common," Loki beamed, happy to have found someone with some connection to himself.

"Really, what is your race?" Uriel asked

She looked over her shoulder. She had classical Drow features, but for her kind was fairly plain. In her eyes, however...intelligence shone through, unmasked by irritation.

"No doubts. If you are a student, pick a destination. If an instructor, choose a student. If an obstruction, the exit is back that way."

"I don't know where to go... Or what to do... Or much of anything anymore..."

"I don't know where to go... Or what to do... Or much of anything anymore..."
"Then find out who you are, and from there, everything should come of itself."

"Really, what is your race?" Uriel asked

Loki remained silent for a long moment. "I don't know," he replied surprisingly.

"Then find out who you are, and from there, everything should come of itself."

"But how do I know who I am? Everything I know is based on the acquisition of power, for its own sake. I don't even know who I am anymore..."

"Then how do you know that you are the last one?" He asked

"Then how do you know that you are the last one?" He asked

"How do you know you are the last one?" Loki asked, despite having a reason of his knowledge.

"Because I saw my brother die." He replied, a pained look on his face as he relieved the memory.

"But how do I know who I am? Everything I know is based on the acquisition of power, for its own sake. I don't even know who I am anymore..."
"Well...who were you before you began your quest of power...and who do you want to be?"

She turned to face him.

This was a violent man...but he was confused, and in need of guidance. Whether or not she approved of him or liked him at all was irrelevant...her job was to heal the hurting, mend the broken, and guide the lost.

"Because I saw my brother die." He replied, a pained look on his face as he relieved the memory.

"So," he replied in his still innocent and slightly naive voice, "How do you know there aren't others?"

"Well...who were you before you began your quest of power...and who do you want to be?"

She turned to face him.

This was a violent man...but he was confused, and in need of guidance. Whether or not she approved of him or liked him at all was irrelevant...her job was to heal the hurting, mend the broken, and guide the lost.

"I don't remember... That was over 600 years ago... I don't know for certain who I was, but I want to be human..."

"Because I know my brother was the only other one left." He replied simply.

"Because I know my brother was the only other one left." He replied simply.

"But how do you know," Loki replied. "You posed the same question to me. If the answer you had been looking for was as simple as, 'I just know,' then there isn't much point in asking."

"Call it a form of racial telepathy, thought that is a mite simplistic." Uriel replied

"Call it a form of racial telepathy, thought that is a mite simplistic." Uriel replied

"Another thing in common," Loki responded with a smile.

"You've been skillful in avoiding the question, little one, but I shall apply you're persistance to learning how you know you are the last of what ever race you belong to." Uriel said

"I don't remember... That was over 600 years ago... I don't know for certain who I was, but I want to be human..."
"And what's stopping you from being human?"

"I believe I already answered that," Loki said in response to Uriel's repition of the question.

"No ..." Uriel paused for a moment and thought. "I guess you did. So what did you come here to study?"

"And what's stopping you from being human?"

"Genetics, disposition, and 600 years of experience leaving me apart from humanity. 600 years of death, killing, and terror... What do I do???" Chainer was walking a daggers edge, he was close to becoming as broken as Braids...

"Genetics, disposition, and 600 years of experience leaving me apart from humanity. 600 years of death, killing, and terror... What do I do???" Chainer was walking a daggers edge, he was close to becoming as broken as Braids...
"Find your way to peace. It's a hard path...and you'll likely need help...but it has been done before."

"No ..." Uriel paused for a moment and thought. "I guess you did. So what did you come here to study?"

"Whatever I could," Loki replied. "A littler here and a little there. You?"

"Find your way to peace. It's a hard path...and you'll likely need help...but it has been done before."

"Where do I start?"

"Just to study." He replied

"Where do I start?"
"What is the smallest of your problems that prevents you from being what you want to be?"

"What is the smallest of your problems that prevents you from being what you want to be?"

"I don't know... I am violent, I hate, the smallest things anger me, I live my greatest terrors with every waking moment, and it enrages me, feeding the cycle..."

"I don't know... I am violent, I hate, the smallest things anger me, I live my greatest terrors with every waking moment, and it enrages me, feeding the cycle..."
"Seems quite the list. Come, let's not block the entry way."

Everything went dark, and for a moment, he seemed to be slowly falling, before his feet touched solid ground again and light returned.

They were in a round room, overlooking much of the grounds. There were many over-sized pillows seemingly strewn around, and she sat on one.

"I find this a better place to sit and talk. I think that probably the best thing to start with is your fears. Fear tends to elevate stress...remove that, remove the stress, and you should calm down."

"Seems quite the list. Come, let's not block the entry way."

Everything went dark, and for a moment, he seemed to be slowly falling, before his feet touched solid ground again and light returned.

They were in a round room, overlooking much of the grounds. There were many over-sized pillows seemingly strewn around, and she sat on one.

"I find this a better place to sit and talk. I think that probably the best thing to start with is your fears. Fear tends to elevate stress...remove that, remove the stress, and you should calm down."

"My fears... Those I have killed, those I did not kill, my family, dead at the hands of those I could not stop... Snakes and crawling things, the creatures that robbed me of Her... Insects and avians, my nightmares, my successes, and my failures."

"My fears... Those I have killed, those I did not kill, my family, dead at the hands of those I could not stop... Snakes and crawling things, the creatures that robbed me of Her... Insects and avians, my nightmares, my successes, and my failures."
She blinked for a moment. She was only of the Fifth order (Of twelve, with the first being the highest).

She didn't know if she was qualified for a case like this.

"Well...standard Kaymirilian practice works with the smaller things, that it may be less confusing to work with the large. We could start with insects, birds, or snakes, I guess."

She blinked for a moment. She was only of the Fifth order (Of twelve, with the first being the highest).

She didn't know if she was qualified for a case like this.

"Well...standard Kaymirilian practice works with the smaller things, that it may be less confusing to work with the large. We could start with insects, birds, or snakes, I guess."

"Snakes... They killed the one I loved, destroying her mind and body as I watched, unable to do anything... The insects destroyed what remained, and the crows ate her eyes as she lay rotting in the sun... I was 50, and I have never forgotten..."

"Snakes... They killed the one I loved, destroying her mind and body as I watched, unable to do anything... The insects destroyed what remained, and the crows ate her eyes as she lay rotting in the sun... I was 50, and I have never forgotten..."
It all seems linked...

"Come here."

She stood, kicking away a few of the pillows and drawing out an easel, a canvas, and some paints, brushes, and pencils.

"Tell me...and show me. Tell me about her. Show me what she looked like while living. Don't think about the creatures that harmed her, or about how her corpse appeared."

It all seems linked...

"Come here."

She stood, kicking away a few of the pillows and drawing out an easel, a canvas, and some paints, brushes, and pencils.

"Tell me...and show me. Tell me about her. Show me what she looked like while living. Don't think about the creatures that harmed her, or about how her corpse appeared."

"I will try..." He began to draw, but he was poor at it, she was soft, and unformed, nothing like she had been in life... She had been no great beauty, but he had loved her all the same... In the painting, she appeared pale, and runny, as though her very flesh was melting away...

"Talk about her."

The mage didn't want him to tell her about his beloved...she wanted him to tell himself.

If he could remember what happiness felt like, then maybe there was hope for him, after all.

"Talk about her."

The mage didn't want him to tell her about his beloved...she wanted him to tell himself.

If he could remember what happiness felt like, then maybe there was hope for him, after all.

"She was shorter than I, with beautiful skin, beautiful kind eyes, hair that was long and lustrous, silky to the touch... She was good and kind, though to many she seemed cold and remote as the stars. We would sit and talk for hours, about absolutely nothing. She liked to ruffle my hair, and I would mess hers in return... Sometimes we would simply sit, together, just holding each other and enjoying each others company..."

"How did you meet her?"

"How did you meet her?"

"We met at the Forum, on Tarsonis. She was a bit younger than me, and her parents did not approve of me, and we had to decieve them. In the beginning, she was contemptuous of me, and I was an arrogant youth. We finally met late one night, I had had too much to drink, and I blurted out my feelings for her. She was speechless, but when she replied... It was then that I knew I had a chance."

"Why would the two of you continue to meet, despite her contempt and your arrogance?"

"Why would the two of you continue to meet, despite her contempt and your arrogance?"

"Because I had changed by then, I was more of a gentleman, and my behaviour changed hers. With me being kinder, she was nicer in return. Soon we spent quite some time of every day together... Why we met up to that point, I do not know, perhaps it was my persistence, something I had never told her... Some time between when we first met and that night, I had fallen in love..."

"What was it like, being in love?"

"What was it like, being in love?"

"Talking to her made my heart beat faster, and my palms sweat, even thinking of her could leave me short of breath, and with my blood pounding. It was like being awake and energized constantly..."

"And how did it feel?"

"And how did it feel?"

"Like being completely sober, and drunk at the same time, disoriented and perfectly focussed. A sttudy in contradictions...."

"Who were you when you were with her?"

"Who were you when you were with her?"

"I was Chainer, just Chainer...."

She sensed that her patient was getting to the end of his tolerance for this, and moved to look at the painting's progress.

"But who, I wonder...was Chainer?"

Meanwhile, she filed that away. It was always important to know their names.

She sensed that her patient was getting to the end of his tolerance for this, and moved to look at the painting's progress.

"But who, I wonder...was Chainer?"

Meanwhile, she filed that away. It was always important to know their names.

"A very different man than the one you see here. Tell me, what is the POINT of all of this?" He really was getting tired of all these questions.

"The point is to take you back so that you can understand who you were before you became a being of pain and hatred. Is this a living person you're depicting? No...this is a phantom. No breath of life has touched this face...could have touched this face. You've lost an understanding for what life is...lost a respect for it. I'm trying to see if you're redeemable or not, because, whether you believe it or not, I do not care to see suffering souls. And yours suffers. You take your name from a weapon...as though you yourself are merely a tool."

She stood, moving away.

"I can see you're tired, though. Find a room, and be in that courtyard early tomorrow afternoon."

"The point is to take you back so that you can understand who you were before you became a being of pain and hatred. Is this a living person you're depicting? No...this is a phantom. No breath of life has touched this face...could have touched this face. You've lost an understanding for what life is...lost a respect for it. I'm trying to see if you're redeemable or not, because, whether you believe it or not, I do not care to see suffering souls. And yours suffers. You take your name from a weapon...as though you yourself are merely a tool."

She stood, moving away.

"I can see you're tired, though. Find a room, and be in that courtyard early tomorrow afternoon."


"A tool is all I have become. I do not deserve to be the man I once was. I am indeed tired. I will meet you there tomorrow." He left to find a room, as she had suggested...

The mage rubbed her forehead with her hand after Chainer had left her.

"Why? Just...why?"

She grabbed her tablet, making notes on the particular case, making sketches of various facial expressions during the parts of the conversation, and then trying to recreate on her paper the best representation she could of what was probably "her."

This is not going to be an easy case. If I succeed with this one, I'm going to request to be moved to Fourth Order, specializing in Mental Health.

He nodded. "And then you will decide if that is what is best for you."
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"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. I am Mith, head of the Healing Class."

He sat down, guesturing for her to do the same.

"How may I be of service?"


Not far away, there was a group of small children heading out, with two adults leading them. All were dressed in a deep shade of gray.

All but one of them vanished, the last one, a female, being temporarily stationed at the Tower, in case someoen got hurt.

"I live but to serve. It is my people, who will decide. Either way what would we do first, start from the beginning, or would you test me, to see what I know?" Marill asked.

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"So many, so much grey. Indeed, Ri-an has been slow in developing, but it was necessary. Maybe, if change occurs, next time, he will be gone. No matter, let me tell you why I'm here, why I wish to meet the Valsharess." Lady Rian said as she sat down.

She told Mith, what she was, who she was, of all that had transpired, and of her wish. She told him that if things were to continue as they were, she would die, and her children would soon follow. She told him, that she could no longer guide those who dwelt upon her, and that she needed help, lest her children die needlessly. She told him, that a Drow, in robes of black suggested she meet with the Valsharess, that she would be able to help.

Piekrom']After Eldrad had left Teji began wondering about the name he had called out who was this Galvenor and were was he. perhapse he was anouther teacher or student. he had no clue. He decided that it would be worth it to try to find out anyhow. so he spoke out to the air to see if he could get his attention. "Mr. Galvenor sir were ever you are and who ever you are can i speak to you for a moment."


The gentleman that had been sitting next to Eldrad turned toward Teji.

"You don't have to yell, I am not deaf...yet."

Teji looked over and saw Galvenor trying to get the ringing out of his ear, which he had just yelled into.

"I live but to serve. It is my people who will decide. Either way what would we do first, start from the beginning, or would you test me, to see what I know?" Marill asked.

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"So many, so much grey. Indeed, Ri-an has been slow in developing, but it was necessary. Maybe, if change occurs, next time, he will be gone. No matter, let me tell you why I'm here, why I wish to meet the Valsharess." Lady Rian said as she sat down.

She told Mith what she was, who she was, of all that had transpired, and of her wish. She told him that if things were to continue as they were she would die, and her children would soon follow. She told him that she could no longer guide those who dwelt upon her, and that she needed help, lest her children die needlessly. She told him that a Drow in robes of black suggested she meet with the Valsharess, that she would be able to help.
"I'll likely test you first...but in all likelihood, we will start close to the beginning."
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Of course there were many people in gray. One out of every three people in the entire city was a Healer, and the robes of their Class were gray.

"Interesting...but the Valsharess is currently away, and I do not know when she will return. You have the option of meeting with her daughter, or with the Minister of Foreign affairs. I do believe, though, that our Minister will be better able to help you than our young Qu'essan."

" With Healing, more than likely it will be close to the beginning. Moral issues in society have plagued the development of our knowledge in that feild." Marill said.

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"The option you think best is fine. It is better to learn from a friend in the ways of dealing with others, than to learn from an enemy." Lady Ri-an said.

"I'd rather not have you conflict with your society's morality. Our society accepts healing by magick as completely normal and even necessary...but not all cultures are so."
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Mith nodded, glancing at a lower-level healer as he brought in a report. There was more work for everyone to do...Kaymiril was currently involved in a war, and that had called away many healers from the Healer's City.

"I will speak to him when I go there later today. In the mean time, is there anything else I might do for you?"

"Its not that, its just that Death powers are illegal and immoral, and some medicinal practices seem to lean into that area. An organ transplant is all well and good, and I think it should be allowed, but the previous sorcerer thought it was immoral and wrong. He thought it was Death magic. The entire problem is, what is death magic, and what is healing? Like, raising the dead to fight for you, is Death magic, closing the wound of another, is healing. We really have trouble defining the two." Marill said.

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"Could you help me find a good dress maker? I cannot make another dress, unless I am home, or with my children. This one, is developing seeds and wilting." Lady Ri-an asked hopefully.

"We have issues with organ transplants as well...we've developed many complicated medicines, spells, and procedures to avoid taking organs from the dead for use by the living. We have no issues taking such things as a kidney from a willing donor...but from the dead..."

He shook his head.

"We don't think about it much. Necromancy is punishable by death, but it is also strictly defined."
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"That is easily arranged, if you don't mind silk, rather than flowers."

He called a younger healer into the room.

"Yarea will take you to the nearest tailor's shop, and get you something there."

He wrote something in Drow, handing it to his subordinate.

"Perhaps as we go along then, you could explain it to me then, what Necromancy is. Now, not so many will die, from Slypher attacks." Marill said.

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"I don't mind. Silk is nice, pleasant to the touch. Regrettably, it is rare indeed on Ri-an." Ri-an said.

He nodded. "I will...but that comes later."
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"It is the most common fabric in Kaymiril. And now, if you will excuse me, the hospital refuses to run itself."

With a slight bow, the First Healer of Kaymiril left the room.

"So then, shall we start?" Marill asked.

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Lady Ri-an couldn't help but smile at mith's comment.

She then followed Yarea to the dressmaker.

What is dead may never die... But rises again, harder and stronger.

"What am I? What have I become..."

"So then, shall we start?" Marill asked.

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Lady Ri-an couldn't help but smile at Mith's comment.

She then followed Yarea to the dressmaker.
The sparring match finished at about that time, so he nodded. "I'll have to take you to the healing wing...we have a few injured, so I'll see what you know there. We may wind up going to Mithdelmar, to complete the testing, though."
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When they arrived there, the young Gray Class handed the shopkeeper the note. He read it, then nodded. His Common was decent...it might come in handy one day.

"I see I am to make you a dress...what style and color would you prefer?"

Chainer tried to sleep, but as always, he dreamed...

"Oberyn! OBERYN! Elia died in his arms... Her body was hot, too hot, and her wound had the sweet, cloying reek of putrefaction.

Chainer tried to sleep, but as always, he dreamed...

"Oberyn! OBERYN! Elia died in his arms... Her body was hot, too hot, and her wound had the sweet, cloying reek of putrefaction.

Eldrad had taken to keeping a close eye on Chainer. As was usual, his prediction had come true; Chainer was afraid. He always had been, and now he was paying the price for hiding it. He sighed,It's always the same when this happens to them

He 'watched' for a moment longer, and then left, his armour letting his form melt into the night as he went to find the Fifth-Level Grey mage who had been talking to Chainer earlier in the day,"You are the one who spoke with Chainer earlier?"

Eldrad had taken to keeping a close eye on Chainer. As was usual, his prediction had come true; Chainer was afraid. He always had been, and now he was paying the price for hiding it. He sighed,It's always the same when this happens to them

He 'watched' for a moment longer, and then left, his armour letting his form melt into the night as he went to find the Fifth-Level Grey mage who had been talking to Chainer earlier in the day,"You are the one who spoke with Chainer earlier?"
She was beginning to set up for the next day's session...dark mounds of clay sat on a white table.

"I am. He is a very troubled one. Dangerous in his current state."

~snip~
"As I gathered from my own observations. I wish to hear your thoughts on a possible treatment... we cannot allow a man in that state to enter the Arena under any circumstances. He will be more dangerous to himself and innocent spectators than to his opponent."

"As far as I can tell, he's driven by guilt. Out of guilt stems his fear. Normally I'd work with his fears, before getting to the guilt...but now I think it is wise to deal with the guilt first."

She hesitated there, setting out little cups that would hold water, to make the clay more moldable.

"He'll need simultaneous training in something else. It wouldn't be right to take away everything he knows he is and replace it with a void."

"You are suggesting he needs a new direction in his life? I fear there is already a void in him, but one that he does not wish to acknowledge in his present state of mind... and from your tone, I surmise that you believe I may be able to give him this direction? Or perhaps one of your mages, whatever their class."

"No. I think he needs to pick his own direction. He's misguided, but he's not stupid. When he decides he needs a new direction, he will not be long in choosing one."

She sighed, wiping excess clay off her hands.

"I do think he needs watched, though. At least for now."

"I spoke harshly to him earlier, and I predicted my words would have this effect on him... it is time he faced his demons for real, as opposed to hiding from them. I will watch him, but I will not train him again."

He ws showing her how to milk the snakes... First was the Sand Snake, the Red Viper that had made his name for him... He hadtaught her on less dangerous animals, but she wasn't swift enough to dodge the fangs of the Viper, the rot set in within moments...

"I spoke harshly to him earlier, and I predicted my words would have this effect on him... it is time he faced his demons for real, as opposed to hiding from them. I will watch him, but I will not train him again."
She nodded.

"I'm going to try and help him rid himself of his demons. That is part of my job."

He nodded, his face expressionless,"That is all you can do."

"For now, I'm going to try and seek out his history, and give him a more creative outlet. Paint was not his preferred medium, so I'm getting out the clay."

She disliked clay. It clung, it smelled like dirt, it rarely obeyed the artist's hand.

Still...it was more physical endeavor than paint, without risking a block of stone. If clay crumbled, it could be reformed.

Eldrad nodded,"A wise decision... we shall see how that turns out. I will watch your investigations and treatment with great interest."

"Very well...I might call in a specialist, though. I'm just here to patch up cuts and burns. This...this is a different thing entirely."

He looked deeper,"But don't you wish to become a specialist yourself, in this kind of medicine?"

He awoke suddenly. He wasn't sweaty, unlike most who awoke with nightmares, he had long ago become comfortablty numb, at least, on the surface. Far below the mask of iron, the ache was as new as the day he had killed her...

"Elia..."

"No. My plan was eventually to be a specialist in blood problems. However, if it is my fate to become a specialist in mental disorders and their treatment, I will not fight it."

"Sometimes, fate is what we make for ourselves. But, I will not preach to a person whose people believe strongly in fate. I will leave you be for tonight, and see how it goes tomorrow."

She nodded.

"Gre'as'anto alu xuil dos."

"And the same to you."

Eldrad did not need much sleep, what with many centuries behind him, and instead returned to the now moonlit courtyard.

Uriel nodded to the young man that was at his side. "Thank you for the chance to talk, and for demonstrating that not all the students are akin to the one calling himself Chainer."

Chainer ws wide awake by this time, and he knew he would not sleep again this night. He waited out the hours of darkness, and the morning, plagued by those that haunted him still. His mother and father, slain by Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard, his love, Elia, killed by the Viper, Khamal, dead at his hand...

The afternoon finally came, and he left the room he had occupied in the night, heading for the courtyard where he had met the mage yesterday... He wasn't sure if he would be early, so he took his time getting there.

She wasn't in that courtyard, as she'd meant the one overlooked by her room.

She was sitting there, already working at the potter's wheel, waiting.

He realised he had screwed up when she didn't appear after five minutes, and he thought back on what she had said yesterday. The courtyard overlooked by HER room... He moved a bit more quickly to the courtyard below her room.

The sparring match finished at about that time, so he nodded. "I'll have to take you to the healing wing...we have a few injured, so I'll see what you know there. We may wind up going to Mithdelmar, to complete the testing, though."
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When they arrived there, the young Gray Class handed the shopkeeper the note. He read it, then nodded. His Common was decent...it might come in handy one day.

"I see I am to make you a dress...what style and color would you prefer?"

"Style, make one similar to this living dress which now slowly dies. For color, I am fondest of green." Lady Ri-an said.

The dress wasn't remarkably had to duplicate with silk. It had no sleeves, and the neck was cut high enough to be modest, yet low enough to attract mild intrest. The dress portion seemed pleated, though that was the way it grew, and the roses seemed soft and smooth, with a row of white petals, going from the middle of her shoulder, to her waistline. The back was nothing special, save for it was cut lower than the front.

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"Maybe, maybe not. It depends on the injuries here." Marill said as she followed the Healer.

OOC: Regrettably, Fashion is not one of my major skills, otherwise, Lady Ri-an's dress would have been more intresting. Sorry.

She didn't look up to note his presence.

"Grab some clay and make something."

A vase-shaped jar fluted up under her hands, then just as swiftly crumbled under them.

She didn't look up to note his presence.

"Grab some clay and make something."

A vase-shaped jar fluted up under her hands, then just as swiftly crumbled under them.

Chainer moved to a turntable, and swiftly showed his natural bent towards creation, forming the clay into a simple bowl, before he applied too much pressure, breaking one side, and forcing him to try again. He knew he could never truly recreate what he had broken, but he could make something similar.

"Style, make one similar to this living dress which now slowly dies. For color, I am fondest of green." Lady Ri-an said.

The dress wasn't remarkably had to duplicate with silk. It had no sleeves, and the neck was cut high enough to be modest, yet low enough to attract mild intrest. The dress portion seemed pleated, though that was the way it grew, and the roses seemed soft and smooth, with a row of white petals, going from the middle of her shoulder, to her waistline. The back was nothing special, save for it was cut lower than the front.

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"Maybe, maybe not. It depends on the injuries here." Marill said as she followed the Healer.

OOC: Regrettably, Fashion is not one of my major skills, otherwise, Lady Ri-an's dress would have been more intresting. Sorry.
The shopkeeper snapped his fingers, and a silver "sparrow" flew around Ri-an, before chattering at its owner.

"Very well...I should have your dress prepared within the hour." He went back, grabbing a bolt of forest-green cloth."
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"First, though...what experience do you have?"

Chainer moved to a turntable, and swiftly showed his natural bent towards creation, forming the clay into a simple bowl, before he applied too much pressure, breaking one side, and forcing him to try again. He knew he could never truly recreate what he had broken, but he could make something similar.
"Why don't you try your hand at sculpture? I'm trying to make a pottery set for my little niece, but you have the freedom to create anything."

The shopkeeper snapped his fingers, and a silver "sparrow" flew around Ri-an, before chattering at its owner.

"Very well...I should have your dress prepared within the hour." He went back, grabbing a bolt of forest-green cloth."
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"First, though...what experience do you have?"

Lady Ri-an nodded.

"I shall return then within the hour." Lady Ri-an said.

After the silver sparrow finished taking measurements, she walked outside.

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Marill listed off the usuall things, mending bones, closing wounds, removing diseases, and then went into other areas, such as lifting minor curses, and even defeating a plague. She also credited the sorceresss of healing for her help.

Chainer knew what she expected him to sculpt... And he knew he would do it anyway. He started on the torso, in his opinion the easiest piece to form, since it took the least detail, he would follow up with the appendages, before he moved on to the head... The details...

Lady Ri-an nodded.

"I shall return then within the hour." Lady Ri-an said.

After the silver sparrow finished taking measurements, she walked outside.

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Marill listed off the usuall things, mending bones, closing wounds, removing diseases, and then went into other areas, such as lifting minor curses, and even defeating a plague. She also credited the sorceresss of healing for her help.
The healer she'd been sent with went with her.

Mithdelmar was Kaymiril's largest city, and she didn't want the foreign dignitary to get lost.
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Resven nodded. "Tell me...how do you cast, over there?"

Chainer knew what she expected him to sculpt... And he knew he would do it anyway. He started on the torso, in his opinion the easiest piece to form, since it took the least detail, he would follow up with the appendages, before he moved on to the head... The details...
She looked over after a few minutes, to see what he was up to.

"So...how did she die?"

The healer she'd been sent with went with her.

Mithdelmar was Kaymiril's largest city, and she didn't want the foreign dignitary to get lost.
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Resven nodded. "Tell me...how do you cast, over there?"


She looked over after a few minutes, to see what he was up to.

"So...how did she die?"

"The Viper bit her. MY Viper..."

"The Viper bit her. MY Viper..."
"Why?"

OOC: Worked out my grand entrance. Yes, I'm in the mood to put on a show. Does the tower have a parking lot?

IC: The S.S. Freedom's Ransom (http://www.ussmiranda.com/images/ships/sabrewolf1.jpg), a Sabrewolf class escort owned and commanded by Isaac McFly, a distant cousin of the SeaQuestian Emperor, emerged from a Hyperspace Jump Point in orbit of the planet on which the famed White Tower was located. The ship eased into the planet's atmosphere and began heading ground-ward.

The plasma created from atmospheric entry blazed off the sparkling bubble of the ship's shields. By the time the Freedom's Ransom had broken through the cloud layer, the plasma flames had already died out.

The ship came swooping over the landscape on an approach vector towards the Tower Of Hoeth (OOC: According to the first post in the thread, that's the actual name of the White Tower). She extended her landing struts and set down in a field just large enough for her a few minutes walk down the road from the Tower. A section of the ship's ventral area slid open and a ramp descended to the ground.

OOC: Character intro in next post, when I'm more awake.

OOC: Sorry about the delay between posts. Slight connection troubles.

I am surprised nobody noticed the ship landing. Oh well, a little Fluid Time and I can get back into the thread's flow.

IC: A figure appeared at the top of the ramp. The figure was in shadow as the only light source currently active on the underside of the landed Freedom's Ransom was coming from the top of the ramp. The figure strode down the ramp and set foot on the green grass of the field.

A male voice called from above, "Ma'am, you forgot these."

Another figure leans out and tosses something to the first.

"Thanks, Isaac," the first figure replied in an obviously female voice.

The first figure pocketed the item she had been thrown and walks out from under the ship. She blinks as her eyes get used to the change in light level. She then starts walking down the path towards the White Tower, her black dress swishing softly.

"Why?"

"She wanted to learn to milk the snakes. I taught her on less dangerous animals, ones that were reasonably safe to work with, with weak poison, even if they were agressive. Then we reached the Sand Snake... The Red Viper of Dorne. At one time they called me that, The Red Viper. I stopped being the Red Viper the day the snake bit her, she was fast enough to dodge any other snake. But not the Red Viper. It died seconds after it bit her, but seconds was too late. The rot had already begun."

The healer she'd been sent with went with her.

Mithdelmar was Kaymiril's largest city, and she didn't want the foreign dignitary to get lost.
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Resven nodded. "Tell me...how do you cast, over there?"


Lady Ri-an looked all around.

"Tell me, is there a park anywhere nearby?" Lady Ri-an asked.

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" Magic is a path of knowledge, and therefore must be based upon fact, though not neccessarily science. Science is the process of explaining how something is done. Science keeps the natural order of things going, and cannot force nature to go outside of its natural path. Magic is the process of making something occur, even though it is not normally done. However, it still must be possible to do. To make magic, as it were, one must be blessed with the ability to exert your will upon nature, and thus bend the raw energy of magic towards your purpose. The greater will you have, the more you can do, the more magic you can control. It is also possible to store a certain amount of magic within your body, based upon how much willpower you can control. Lady Ri-an is special because she..." Marill stopped herself from going any further.

"Sorry, If I don't explain what magic is, I cannot explain how we can do it. I'm used to giving explanations to children." Marill said in apology.

"She wanted to learn to milk the snakes. I taught her on less dangerous animals, ones that were reasonably safe to work with, with weak poison, even if they were agressive. Then we reached the Sand Snake... The Red Viper of Dorne. At one time they called me that, The Red Viper. I stopped being the Red Viper the day the snake bit her, she was fast enough to dodge any other snake. But not the Red Viper. It died seconds after it bit her, but seconds was too late. The rot had already begun."
"And you never forgave yourself, did you? For letting her die?"

After Lucifer had said good-bye to Loki, he decided to go for a walk in the environs of the White Tower. Looking down the path, he saw a odd craft and a woman exit it. Seeing that she was headed to the tower, he decided to go and meet her.

"And you never forgave yourself, did you? For letting her die?"

"I never forgave myself, this is correct. But not for letting her die. I never forgave myself for being the cause of her death."

OOC: I'll continue this later. Going out to eat with the family.

IC: The young woman, who couldn't have been older than fifteen years, looked up and saw an individual watching from closer to the Tower. She lifted her left hand and waved in greeting.

Uriel returned the wave with his right hand and continued toward the young lady.

Lady Ri-an looked all around.

"Tell me, is there a park anywhere nearby?" Lady Ri-an asked.

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" Magic is a path of knowledge, and therefore must be based upon fact, though not neccessarily science. Science is the process of explaining how something is done. Science keeps the natural order of things going, and cannot force nature to go outside of its natural path. Magic is the process of making something occur, even though it is not normally done. However, it still must be possible to do. To make magic, as it were, one must be blessed with the ability to exert your will upon nature, and thus bend the raw energy of magic towards your purpose. The greater will you have, the more you can do, the more magic you can control. It is also possible to store a certain amount of magic within your body, based upon how much willpower you can control. Lady Ri-an is special because she..." Marill stopped herself from going any further.

"Sorry, If I don't explain what magic is, I cannot explain how we can do it. I'm used to giving explanations to children." Marill said in apology.

"There are little ones scattered throughout the city."
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"In my way of casting magick, I am an expert. In yours, however, I know less than your youngest children."

"I never forgave myself, this is correct. But not for letting her die. I never forgave myself for being the cause of her death."
"Would she have wanted for you to hold onto her like that for so long? Or would she have wanted you to remember her living, happy, and in love?"

"There are little ones scattered throughout the city."
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"In my way of casting magick, I am an expert. In yours, however, I know less than your youngest children."


"Would she have wanted for you to hold onto her like that for so long? Or would she have wanted you to remember her living, happy, and in love?"

"I do not know." Chainer shrugged, "How can I know. Her happiness was all that mattered to me. Mine was secondary, perhaps remembering her as she was would bebetter, but..."

"You don't know how she would have felt? And yet you claim to have loved her? How do you love someone without knowing them? How could there have been love between you if each of you didn't want what was best for the other? What would she have wanted? Somehow, I doubt she would approve of you selfishly hanging onto her memory, blaming yourself for the death that she was very much aware she was risking."

"You don't know how she would have felt? And yet you claim to have loved her? How do you love someone without knowing them? How could there have been love between you if each of you didn't want what was best for the other? What would she have wanted? Somehow, I doubt she would approve of you selfishly hanging onto her memory, blaming yourself for the death that she was very much aware she was risking."

Chainer scowled... The mage was treading in dangerous territory. "NEVER presume to question that I loved her. EVER. She would want what ws best for me, and, until recently, the path I chosehas kept me alive and safe. That is what was best for me." The clay he had been working exploded, not through any magic, but by the simple application of too much force. Gobs of clay went flying across the room as Chainer lost control.

The mage didn't stop looking at him through this.

"Alive...how do you define alive? Safe...living through Hell every minute. You exist, yes...but at what cost?"

The mage didn't stop looking at him through this.

"Alive...how do you define alive? Safe...living through Hell every minute. You exist, yes...but at what cost?"

"That which is dead may never die, but rises again. Harder and stronger. I survived, and that's all that matters. If I'd died, then there would have been no one to remember her at all."

"You remember her...but you cling to that memory like it's your only lifeline, and thereby disturb the dead."

She let a hard silence hang for a few moments.

"If you love her, let her go."

"You remember her...but you cling to that memory like it's your only lifeline, and thereby disturb the dead."

She let a hard silence hang for a few moments.

"If you love her, let her go."

"It is all that is left of Oberyn Martell, The Red Viper of Dorne. If I forget her, I lose what I once was, every vestige of the man I was will be gone."

"I'm not saying to forget her. Remember who she was, and that you loved her. But realize that she is dead, and no amount of guilt you put yourself through, no amount of pain you go through in her memory will bring her back."

"I'm not saying to forget her. Remember who she was, and that you loved her. But realize that she is dead, and no amount of guilt you put yourself through, no amount of pain you go through in her memory will bring her back."

He paused for a moment, thinking...

"How do you know that? I have died 3 times in my life... Who is to say that she cannot live again?"

"She's been dead six centuries or more. Her remains have crumbled to dust. Even if she were to revive, the world would be foreign to her. She would be lost, and frightened...and the Oberyn she knew and loved will not be the Oberyn that greets her at her revival."

She collapsed her jar again, pulling a trick she had learned long ago...the dancer.

It created a female form, and would move, even "dance," to the touch of the artist's hand. Clay may not have been her favorite medium...but it was the only one that could do that.

"Most societies believe that the dead play a part in the lives of those who remain. They watch over their family and friends...people they genuinely loved. I think that your refusal to let her go, your stubborn grasp upon the guilt and memory of her death, would have saddened her. Free yourself from the burden you put upon yourself...it would be doing her the one favor she didn't have the chance to ask of you."

"She's been dead six centuries or more. Her remains have crumbled to dust. Even if she were to revive, the world would be foreign to her. She would be lost, and frightened...and the Oberyn she knew and loved will not be the Oberyn that greets her at her revival."

She collapsed her jar again, pulling a trick she had learned long ago...the dancer.

It created a female form, and would move, even "dance," to the touch of the artist's hand. Clay may not have been her favorite medium...but it was the only one that could do that.

"Most societies believe that the dead play a part in the lives of those who remain. They watch over their family and friends...people they genuinely loved. I think that your refusal to let her go, your stubborn grasp upon the guilt and memory of her death, would have saddened her. Free yourself from the burden you put upon yourself...it would be doing her the one favor she didn't have the chance to ask of you."

"How?"

A glowing entity walked straight through the doors into the lobby. This is a school of magic, correct? without waiting for an answer, it transformed into a younger man of about 25 years of age. He was actually 2,500. he blinked his eyes and said to a stunned student, "Three things; One. Where do we eat. two. Where are the dormatories, and three, are there any other energy being at this acadmy?".

"How?"
"Forgive yourself for it. It was your snake, and you took her to learn how to milk it...but she wanted to do it...to be closer to you. Because she loved you. If you like, you could do something to commemorate her life...but forgive yourself for her death."

"Forgive yourself for it. It was your snake, and you took her to learn how to milk it...but she wanted to do it...to be closer to you. Because she loved you. If you like, you could do something to commemorate her life...but forgive yourself for her death."

"A memorial... That may be just the thing..."

"You could make almost anything you wanted...so long as it has meaning."

A glowing entity walked straight through the doors into the lobby. This is a school of magic, correct? without waiting for an answer, it transformed into a younger man of about 25 years of age. He was actually 2,500. he blinked his eyes and said to a student, "Three things; One. Where do we eat. two. Where are the dormatories, and three, are there any other energy being at this acadmy?".
The young pyromancer didn't look up from his book.

"Caf's to the left, all the way down, dorms are to the right, up the stairs, and further to the right, and yes, there is another entity being. He's the one in charge."

"You could make almost anything you wanted...so long as it has meaning."

"Stone. A statue..."

"All right...you'll want to make a clay model first, to figure out pose and proportions, then you'll want to make some miniature stone figurines to get used to working with the medium. Then you can make one life-size, or even larger than that."

"All right...you'll want to make a clay model first, to figure out pose and proportions, then you'll want to make some miniature stone figurines to get used to working with the medium. Then you can make one life-size, or even larger than that."

"I understand..." Chainer paused to think... "Yes, I already know the perfect pose..."

She guestured to the clay.

"Then make a clay model. When it's dry, we'll fire it, and then you can use it as a reference."

Uriel returned the wave with his right hand and continued toward the young lady.

The young lady kept herself to a dignified pace. She was in no rush. Besides, she knew the two would intersect eventually.

OOC: Pic and name are being saved for when she actually introduces herself for the first time.

She guestured to the clay.

"Then make a clay model. When it's dry, we'll fire it, and then you can use it as a reference."

He knew exactly what he wanted... He ws a natural at creating things, and this ws simpler than most. It was the work of just half an hour for the rough form, and just another half hour more for the details. This was intended to be ethereal, soft in form and features. Without the difinition she had posessed in life. "It is ready."

He knew exactly what he wanted... He ws a natural at creating things, and this ws simpler than most. It was the work of just half an hour for the rough form, and just another half hour more for the details. This was intended to be ethereal, soft in form and features. Without the difinition she had posessed in life. "It is ready."
"H'mm...presuming you want her to look not-quite-real..."

She reshaped the nose some, lengthened the torso and shortened the legs.

She then added some definition to the hair.

"What do you think?"

Uriel simply continued to close the distance with the young lady as well. Once within easy speaking range, he greeted her. "Hello, my name is Uriel Lucifer. Welcome to the White Tower."

"H'mm...presuming you want her to look not-quite-real..."

She reshaped the nose some, lengthened the torso and shortened the legs.

She then added some definition to the hair.

"What do you think?"

"It seems more... human. Thank you."

Uriel simply continued to close the distance with the young lady as well. Once within easy speaking range, he greeted her. "Hello, my name is Uriel Lucifer. Welcome to the White Tower."

Stopping at easy hand-shake distance, she nodded in acknowledgement before responding.

"I'm Robin Sena (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y195/MistrissDraconia/Character%20Pics/PDVD_164.jpg). Nice to meet you."

OOC: Yep, I'm bringing this character back for another RP.

"It seems more... human. Thank you.""All right...this is going to look very scary to you, but it's necessary if you don't want her to explode in the fire, or crack while drying."

She picked up a thin wire.

"I'm going to cut her right down the middle, and let you hollow out the inside. Just don't let the halves fall too fast."

Uriel offered his left hand, as his right tended to disquiet people. "You have a nice name." He commented

ooc: Don't recognise her from an rp, but do from the TV show

"All right...this is going to look very scary to you, but it's necessary if you don't want her to explode in the fire, or crack while drying."

She picked up a thin wire.

"I'm going to cut her right down the middle, and let you hollow out the inside. Just don't let the halves fall too fast."

"I see." He made sure that it didn't get damaged asthe halves seperated, and he carefully thinned the model out to about 1 inch thick walls. "Is that good enough?"

Uriel offered his left hand, as his right tended to disquiet people. "You have a nice name." He commented

ooc: Don't recognise her from an rp, but do from the TV show

OOC: I last RP'ed with her during Neo Zeta's Civil War RP. I think that was around last Thanksgiving.

IC: "Thanks," Robin replied accepting Uriel's hand and shaking firmly, "You a student at the Tower, or an instructor?"

"I see." He made sure that it didn't get damaged asthe halves seperated, and he carefully thinned the model out to about 1 inch thick walls. "Is that good enough?"
"You want it to be about half that thick."

"I'd be classed as a student." He replied, "Did you come to learn as well or teach?"

ooc: Ah, still don't remember seeing her in the RP(But then I didn't really pay attention to NZ's civil war)

"You want it to be about half that thick."

Chainer carefully thinned the walls down to half an inch, and presented it to her for inspection. "Now, how do we reasemble it?"

Chainer carefully thinned the walls down to half an inch, and presented it to her for inspection. "Now, how do we reassemble it?"
"Put the halves back together...make sure it's realigned right...and then fix the seam by taking a little bit of clay and smudging it in. It'll call for a bit more detail work...but after that, it should be ready to let dry."

"Put the halves back together...make sure it's realigned right...and then fix the seam by taking a little bit of clay and smudging it in. It'll call for a bit more detail work...but after that, it should be ready to let dry."

"Alright." He carefully realignedthe halves, doing his best to see that they matched perfectly. Once he had it together he VERY carefully smudged the clay into the seam, afterwards, he once again presented it to her. "You said something about details?"

"Alright." He carefully realignedthe halves, doing his best to see that they matched perfectly. Once he had it together he VERY carefully smudged the clay into the seam, afterwards, he once again presented it to her. "You said something about details?"
She nodded.

"Just to hide the smudges. After that, we'll let it dry for a couple of days. We'll spend the intervening time teaching you proportions, hands, and select the stone."

She nodded.

"Just to hide the smudges. After that, we'll let it dry for a couple of days. We'll spend the intervening time teaching you proportions, hands, and select the stone."

Chainer did his best to eliminate any evidence of the smudge, he presented it, hopefully for the last time.

She eliminated the remaining evidence (something easier to do with smaller fingers), and then nodded.

"If you're happy with it, we can set it out to dry."

"I'd be classed as a student." He replied, "Did you come to learn as well or teach?"

ooc: Ah, still don't remember seeing her in the RP(But then I didn't really pay attention to NZ's civil war)

OOC: True, it wasn't a major role, but she was there. I wasn't as involved as I would have liked to have been in it because I was out of state and had no internet access for most of it.

IC: "I came to learn what they know of the Craft here," Robin replied as she reached up to scratch behind her left ear.

"The Craft?" He asked as they began walking up the path to the Tower. "I've never heard of that method of practicing the arts arcanum, thought I'm pretty sure you'll find a tutor."

She eliminated the remaining evidence (something easier to do with smaller fingers), and then nodded.

"If you're happy with it, we can set it out to dry."

"I am. That's perfect... Now, what else is there?"

"I am. That's perfect... Now, what else is there?"
"Unless you'd prefer to talk more, that's it for today."

"Unless you'd prefer to talk more, that's it for today."

"I think that today has been long enough... Tomorrow... Tomorrow will come."

"I think that today has been long enough... Tomorrow... Tomorrow will come."
She nodded.

"Then be here tomorrow afternoon."

She nodded.

"Then be here tomorrow afternoon."

"I will." Chainer nodded, and headed towards his room.

"I will." Chainer nodded, and headed towards his room.
The mage went back up to her room, getting out the sketchpad and making her recordings of that day.

Today had gone very well...but she knew that there would be many stumbling blocks in the days to come.

She'd been lucky enough to hit the right nerves today.

After Lucifer had said good-bye to Loki, he decided to go for a walk in the environs of the White Tower. Looking down the path, he saw a odd craft and a woman exit it. Seeing that she was headed to the tower, he decided to go and meet her.

"Wait, where are you going?" Loki asked, though Lucifer had already gone. Being the only person he had met in recent memory that shared any connection or similarities to himself, Loki didn't want to lose him.

Hurrying after Uriel, he quickly noticed the foreign woman appearing. Nervous about her, Loki quickly hid behind Uriel without his knowledge and out of sight.

"The Craft?" He asked as they began walking up the path to the Tower. "I've never heard of that method of practicing the arts arcanum, thought I'm pretty sure you'll find a tutor."

Robin replied, "On many worlds, its more often than not confused with the stuff done by witches. Every Seed* has a personal Craft, mine happens to be fire, and a select few are able to use spells, symbols, and magical items as well."

OOC: Just like at the end of the series, Robin Sena is in possession of three artifiacts of the Craft that increase her power and abilities.
* Seed = an Alteran evolving to the next level.

"Ah, that sounds like an interesting form of the arcanum." Uriel commented, failing to notice Loki as his eyes were on Robin.

Galvenor waits for the student to answer.

"Ah, that sounds like an interesting form of the arcanum." Uriel commented, failing to notice Loki as his eyes were on Robin.

Robin smiles briefly.

She replies, "Arcanum has not been used to describe the Craft for quite some time. In fact, I've only heard a few of the older* members of Soloman use that word."

OOC: * Older as in grandfather kind of old.

Teji is standing in shock by the sudden aperence of galvinor out of thin air. he is also extreamly blush from embaresment. He stumbles over his first few words. "Sa a sa sorry about shouting it is just i did not know you were there. (OOC: I had writen on the asumption that you were still invisible because earlier you had said that only snake could see you.) I have a question seeing as how eldrad has left me due to him haveing other buisness to attend to could you direct me in my training to learn how to control my spirit magick? if you are also to busy or if it would inconveniance you then at the very least could you tell me what color mage i should look for."

OOC: i was responding earlier in the day till my evil little sister pulled the plug on the PC. she then got me compleatly off because of her studies like she could not wait 2 min. well anyway sorry for the delay.

"I'm hurt." He commented with a knavish smile on his face. "I take it Solomon was the one who codified the practice of the Craft?"

"I'm hurt." He commented with a knavish smile on his face. "I take it Solomon was the one who codified the practice of the Craft?"

"Actually," Robin responded, "Soloman is a sub-section of Section 7, the SeaQuestian Empire's military intelligence department. It is composed of every Seed that works for the Empire as well as a few normal Alterans.

"As for the Craft, its been around for centuries, in different forms in different places. Lately, I've been going around from place to place learning as much as I can about the Craft in that area. Then, when I heard of this Tower and its vast library and numerous instructors, I know I had hit the proverbial jack pot."

"Ah, so have you ever worked for the goverment?" Uriel asked, "I also came because I'd heard of the large number of teachers, and books, thought the teachers appear to be in hidding as I've only seen the dean, and then only because of a disciplinary action. I'm interested in looking up any info I can find on these." He points to his eyepatch over his right eye with his gauntleted and six fingered hand.

ooc: Last post/night

Robin lets out a short laugh.

"I may be young," she says, "in this life. Getting a cloned body to the age of the original takes just as long as the age of the original, so the last imprint of the person's mind which is how most SeaQuestian A.I.'s are made, is put back into the new clone body when it is ready. Through my lives, I've risen to be an Admiral* of a fleet and I am part of the STN-J, the elite unit of Soloman."

OOC: * Admiral is a title given to those that command fleets and is not an actual rank.

Got ya. See you tomorrow, Theao.

Cougar approached Eldrad, his children following close behind him. He sat himself down, and waited a moment before speaking,"So many newcomers to the Tower."

"Yes... it is slightly scary."

"You ever get the feeling we're being ousted?"

"I doubt that would happen. We have the expierence that they lack... even you, a man of his early fourties, have more expierence in some areas than mages far older than you."

The blond-haired man nodded, ruffling the brilliant blond hair of his son, a nice contrast to his darkened skin. A result of Human-Drow marriage, the children were an odd mix of four races, thanks to their parents being half of two races. In this case, it was: Drow, Human, Dragon and Eldar. His son looked at him, and then sat on he ground, playing with a caterpillar who had crawled onto his hand,"Dad, it's fuzzy."

"Yep, that's a caterpillar, Barrus."

"Know what it is. Not stupid, like Akor."

His twin sister pipped up,"Hey!"

"Calm down, you two. What would Ma say if she saw you?"

The twins looked at each other, and then at their father, speaking in unison,"She tell us 'Stop'."

"Exactly."

Akor reached out to be picked up, and Cougar complied, lifting her to sit on his lap, before speaking to Eldrad again,"I heard a rumour that Galvenor has scheduled yet another battle."

"Yes, between Uriel and Chainer."

"Who?"

"The newcomer with the purple eyes, over there," he gestured towards the SeaQuestian ship," and the one who was working with the Grey Class."

"Ah, the one driven by guilt."

"That would be the one. We shall have to wait and see if their efforts yield positive results."

The two men, and the two children, sat there, simply talking to each other as the day drew on. To look at them, you would have thought they were mismatched. James Cougar looked about twenty-five, but he was now in his early fourties. Wheras Eldrad looked, in Elven terms, about six hundred years old, but was far older than that. Both carried themselves in a similar manner, as if they had seen and done much that others would not believe.

"That which is dead may never die... And yet, Oberyn Martell is dead, though his body lives on, little remains of the man that was... Only Chainer, Dementia Master. A shell of iron over a rotten core... Chainer must die, but how?"

"That sounds like an interesting method of gaining immortality, or at least a facsimilie of immortality." Uriel commented

ooc: SE, as I mentioned when I first introduced Uriel, he's not from Theao.

"That sounds like an interesting method of gaining immortality, or at least a facsimilie of immortality." Uriel commented

ooc: SE, as I mentioned when I first introduced Uriel, he's not from Theao.

Robin replies, blinking some dust from her eyes, "Of course, its still in the prototype stages and isn't available to the general public. Very few, in fact, have access to it."

"Ah, so goverment employees only then?" He asked

Robin shrugged, "That's more likely to get you choosen to be one of the random test subjects."

"So did you want to get chosen?" Lucifer asked as they entered the Tower's gates.

Robin replied, "I didn't mind that I was picked. Frankly, I didn't care if I was or wasn't. One strong in the Craft can live the same amount of time I have lived through various incarnations in just one life, if not more."

"So do you want to begin the search for an instructor now?" Uriel asked

He finally realised what he had to do... "When the statue is finished, I will destroy it, and with it, I will destroy Chainer... The true Red Viper is long extinct, but The Red Viper of Dorne still walks the earth... The Chain is the weapon of the Dementia Master, and so it must be destroyed, though the accursed Mirari will certainly migrate from the Chain once I have abandoned it..."

Loki realized that despite Uriel and the new woman turning and walking right past him, they had not saw him. Hurrying after them, no longer trying to stay out of sight, Loki soon realized that they still didn't notice him.

Have I mastered invisibility? he thought as he stood near them.

Chainer was leaving to get some air, as the others was coming in, he wasn't paying much attention to where he was going, and nearly tripped over the short one. "Watch where you are going dwarf..."

"So do you want to begin the search for an instructor now?" Uriel asked

Robin nods in acknowledgement.

"We can continue talking as we look," she says.

Chainer was leaving to get some air, as the others was coming in, he wasn't paying much attention to where he was going, and nearly tripped over the short one. "Watch where you are going dwarf..."

"Sorry," Loki said, slightly disappointed. He looked up to see the same mean person he had run into earlier when Chainer was first entering the tower - the same person who had gotten into a fight.

"Sorry," Loki said, slightly disappointed. He looked up to see the same mean person he had run into earlier when Chainer was first entering the tower - the same person who had gotten into a fight.

Chainer was already walking past. He had things to do before he met the Mage again this afternoon.

"What would you like to talk about?" Uriel asked, before hearing a slight commotion off to the side. Turning, he saw Chainer and Loki, "Are you ok?" He asked of Loki, paying no attention to Chainer.

"Yeh..." Loki said somberly as he brushed off his coat and straightened his hat. "That man isn't very nice..."

Robin looked down at the little being dusting himself off.

"Hello," she says, "Didn't see you down there. What's your name?"

"He has some issues." Uriel agreed, "Robin meet Loki, Loki meet Robin." He said by way of introduction.

"Loki (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/Loki.jpg)," he responded shyly as he finished dusting himself off and looked up at the woman with his large yellow eyes.

((OOC: Another Picture (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/vivi.jpg)))

Chainer had left to make a few acquisitions. He went far enough that he hoped the transmission would not be detected, and instructedthe Castellan at Sunspear to send him what had been known to the small-folk as Fang. The hereditary weapon of house Martell, a massive broadbladed spear, made from an exotic, unnamed wood, with a head of rippling steel, similar to Damascene. It appeared by his side, in a large case, which he opened, to make sure the contents had arrived safely. Ensuring that it was indeed Fang, he lifted the case, and began to walk back to the Tower.

Eldrad returned to the Grey-class mage who had been treating Chainer,"How did today's session go? And, if I may ask, what is your name?"

Eldrad returned to the Grey-class mage who had been treating Chainer,"How did today's session go? And, if I may ask, what is your name?"
She looked up from her sketchpad.

"Today's session went surprisingly well...he made a lot of progress. But it's a fragile progress...it should harden over the next few weeks or months, though."

She guestured to the clay statuette.

"He's started to let her go...which will be good for him, but there's a lot more guilt to rid him of than her."

She finished up her last sketch while Eldrad looked at the figurine.

"And my name is Quilae. I know who you are already."

She looked up from her sketchpad.

"Today's session went surprisingly well...he made a lot of progress. But it's a fragile progress...it should harden over the next few weeks or months, though."

She guestured to the clay statuette.

"He's started to let her go...which will be good for him, but there's a lot more guilt to rid him of than her."

She finished up her last sketch while Eldrad looked at the figurine.

"And my name is Quilae. I know who you are already."
"It's good to hear he's making some progress at least. But, as you say, it will take a long time in order to completley let go. It is good that you perserve, Quilae."

"This is my job. To heal those in pain."

"And you are performing it admirably. Tell me, what do you believe to be the next step."

"Get him to remember the good things about her while he's making the statues. See if there's anything else I can find out, to lead him to the next step, after this is done. I can't rush this one."

Chainer returned to the Tower, carrying the relatively non-descript case, and wondering what the agendawould be for the nights session...

"No, you cannot. However, be careful. Delve too deep too fast, and you might do more harm. I am sure you have already given some thought to this."

She nodded.

"Such is the task I've been given. He has centuries of troubles on him...centuries more than he should have, and many more than he needs. I will not be pushing him much."

Eldrad nodded, sitting down on a nearby bench,"What are you doing in that book?"

"He has some issues." Uriel agreed, "Robin meet Loki, Loki meet Robin." He said by way of introduction.

"Loki (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/Loki.jpg)," he responded shyly as he finished dusting himself off and looked up at the woman with his large yellow eyes.

((OOC: Another Picture (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/vivi.jpg)))

Robin holds out her left hand to Loki.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Loki," she says.

Eldrad nodded, sitting down on a nearby bench,"What are you doing in that book?"
"Taking notes. I'm not going to remember everything about this patient on my own."

"Taking notes. I'm not going to remember everything about this patient on my own."

"Ah, I see."

Robin holds out her left hand to Loki.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Loki," she says.

Loki looked at her momentarily as she held out her hand to him. "Um... you too," he replied unsurely as he reached up to shake her hand.

"Ah, I see."
"It's just a bunch of sketches and shorthand...But it should do."

"It's just a bunch of sketches and shorthand...But it should do."

He nodded,"May I?"

Chainer wasn't sure what to do with the spear until he needed it, leave it in his room, or show the Mage, and possibly lose it... Perhaps it would be better if he did not have posession of it for the time being... His feet led him to the courtyard below her rooms, and he paused for a momnent, thinking...

He nodded,"May I?"

Chainer wasn't sure what to do with the spear until he needed it, leave it in his room, or show the Mage, and possibly lose it... Perhaps it would be better if he did not have posession of it for the time being... His feet led him to the courtyard below her rooms, and he paused for a momnent, thinking...

Quilae nodded, handing the sketchpad to Eldrad before getting up to look out at the courtyard.

"What does he think he's doing?"

She was, of course, referring to the spear.

"If you will excuse me..." She teleported down into the courtyard.

"I think one weapon is enough for now."

Maybe even too much.

If he decided to attack her over the spear, there wasn't much she could do. She was an unarmed healer.

But she didn't think of that. She thought of the dangers a spear posed, not only to her patient, but to others that he might be tempted to harm.

Eldrad took the pad gently, and began to move deftly through it, his mind picking out the information that he found most relavant, keeping an ear open for the events in the courtyard.

Loki looked at her momentarily as she held out her hand to him. "Um... you too," he replied unsurely as he reached up to shake her hand.

Robin returns the shake firmly before asking, "And where were you going to in such a hurry?"

Quilae nodded, handing the sketchpad to Eldrad before getting up to look out at the courtyard.

"What does he think he's doing?"

She was, of course, referring to the spear.

"If you will excuse me..." She teleported down into the courtyard.

"I think one weapon is enough for now."

Maybe even too much.

If he decided to attack her over the spear, there wasn't much she could do. She was an unarmed healer.

But she didn't think of that. She thought of the dangers a spear posed, not only to her patient, but to others that he might be tempted to harm.

"That was my thought as well. I brought it here for you to hold, I will need it back eventually though."

Robin returns the shake firmly before asking, "And where were you going into such a hurry?"

"Where were you two going?" Loki countered, indicating Robin and Uriel.

"That was my thought as well. I brought it here for you to hold, I will need it back eventually though."

She was honestly surprised by this answer, but did not allow it to show on her face. "Very well...although I will be the one to decide when it is best to return it to you."

She was honestly surprised by this answer, but did not allow it to show on her face. "Very well...although I will be the one to decide when it is best to return it to you."

"We may disagree on when that is, but... You are the one who will be holding it."

"We may disagree on when that is, but... You are the one who will be holding it."
She nodded, holding her hands out for the weapon.

"It will not come to any harm."

She'd take it now, let him come back tomorrow...ask him the significance in a few days, or find it out when he felt like telling her.

"We were just going to look for a instructor for Robin." Uriel replied to Loki's question.

"We were just going to look for a instructor for Robin." Uriel replied to Loki's question.

"As was I," came his response.

She nodded, holding her hands out for the weapon.

"It will not come to any harm."

She'd take it now, let him come back tomorrow...ask him the significance in a few days, or find it out when he felt like telling her.

He cracked opewn the case, paused for a second, shrugged, and handed her the spear, which, once having a simple wooden shaft, now had a large metallic orb resting below the head, and a new sheen on all the surfaces. "Well... That explains some things..." After giving her the spear, he removed the Chain from his waist, to return it to his room. Where once it had been graced with a shining orb of an unknown metal, there were now only cold black links of iron.

Robin rolled her green eyes and said, "Why don't the three of us look together?"

She wasn't in the mood to be in the middle of any trouble on the first day here.

"That sounds like a excellent idea. Loki, you've been around the longest so where would you suggest we start?" Lucifer asked

He cracked opewn the case, paused for a second, shrugged, and handed her the spear, which, once having a simple wooden shaft, now had a large metallic orb resting below the head, and a new sheen on all the surfaces. "Well... That explains some things..." After giving her the spear, he removed the Chain from his waist, to return it to his room. Where once it had been graced with a shining orb of an unknown metal, there were now only cold black links of iron.
She took it up to her room, and spent a good few minutes looking for a suitable place to keep it, before storing it somewhere she'd need something to stand on before she could reach it again.

"That sounds like a excellent idea. Loki, you've been around the longest so where would you suggest we start?" Lucifer asked

"Hmmm," Loki thought about what they should proceed to do. "Honestly, I think if you want to find a teacher, just ask one... he or she may want you to prove yourself, but other than that there isn't much of a way that I know of."

"Hmmm," Loki thought about what they should proceed to do. "Honestly, I think if you want to find a teacher, just ask one... he or she may want you to prove yourself, but other than that there isn't much of a way that I know of."

Robin asked, "Wouldn't it help to know which kind of teacher I'll need," she indicates all the different colored clothing on the people all over the place, "I can only assume that each different colored robe indicates a different speciality. Am I correct?"

"The only other thing I can think of beside specialization is that the colour of the robes are indications of rank." Uriel commented thought he was guessing.

Chainer returned to his room, tossed the chain that had become HIM into a corner, and tried to sleep. Sleep failed to come, as his thoughts wandered back to the Spear...

The Mountain. Rhaegar. Aerys. Arthur Dayne... They all died on the point of the Vipers Fang. Screaming in agony as their flesh rotted and their minds broke under the poison... A spear that had been used for centuries by the Martells, hundreds of men had been killed by it, and hundreds more had been killed by The Viper. But, it ws still just a tool. He'd carried it when he slew the Mountain, Gregor Clegane. He'd wielded it against Rhaegar, the Last Dragon. He'd killed Aerys, the Mad King, and Arthur Dayne, his guardsman, during Aerys rebellion. He'd carried it that day...

"The only other thing I can think of beside specialization is that the colour of the robes are indications of rank." Uriel commented thought he was guessing.

Robin asked, "Then who here would know anything about spells, the use of magick arrays, the use of magickal items, and other Craft related things?"

OOC: As you saw the series, you probably know what I'm talking about.

"I'm not sure, as I'm only newly arrived myself." Uriel replied

"I'm not sure, as I'm only newly arrived myself." Uriel replied

"Perhaps," Robin says, "they might have a list of who teaches what around here someplace. Most likely either in the Main Office or the Library."

Uriel looked at Loki for answers.

"The only other thing I can think of beside specialization is that the colour of the robes are indications of rank." Uriel commented thought he was guessing.

"The colors of the robes often indicate the type of magick that they are affiliated with," Loki responded. "The length, on the other hand, is an indication of their rank."

"Also, there are a few different cultures represented among the teachers and administrators of the Tower," Loki added, "Each bring their own culture's view and styles of magick."

"I stand corrected, now we must find one with the robes of an instructor and request that he or she trains Robin." Uriel commented

Robin says, "If the instructor we find can't, then we can only hope that he or she knows someone who can. Lead the way, Loki. You probably know your way around the best of the three of us."

Loki shrugged. There wasn't much you could do except wander the halls randomly and look around for a teacher, and so he did exactly that...

Leading the group of three forward, Loki began walking down the main hall, keeping his eyes peeled for a teacher or instructor.

"There are little ones scattered throughout the city."
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"In my way of casting magick, I am an expert. In yours, however, I know less than your youngest children."


"Would she have wanted for you to hold onto her like that for so long? Or would she have wanted you to remember her living, happy, and in love?"

"Can we go to the closest one? I truely dislike cities, breferring instead the wilderness." Lady Ri-an asked. She seemed, a little pale, though that could easily be the diffrnece in atmospheres.

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"Well, then, why do you not show me, in your style and method, and I will attempt to translate it into my method, but first, to the sick and injured here." Marill said.

A man stood under the Ri-an tree. he was dressed quiet diffrently than other Ri-ans. He was dressed in a white business type suite and hat straight from the American 1920's. His dress shirt was black though, as was his hair and eyes. He carried a cain, short, with a diamond on top. The black feather in his hat flickered slightly in the wind.

"So, this is where she came. No one escapes my watch, no one." Said the man.

He walked, with a style a grace all his own. when he got to the gates of the tower, he simply, disappeared, gone, a part of all the energy from Ri-an, which daily came from the tree.

Uriel, Loki, and robin, for just a second, would see this strange man in the hall as they walked through them looking for an instructor. He walked out of one solid wall, and into another.

Uriel watched the man, and had he been more curious as to the nature of him, he'd have utilized a presently surpressed ability.

Teji is standing in shock by the sudden aperence of galvinor out of thin air. he is also extreamly blush from embaresment. He stumbles over his first few words. "Sa a sa sorry about shouting it is just i did not know you were there. (OOC: I had writen on the asumption that you were still invisible because earlier you had said that only snake could see you.) I have a question seeing as how eldrad has left me due to him haveing other buisness to attend to could you direct me in my training to learn how to control my spirit magick? if you are also to busy or if it would inconveniance you then at the very least could you tell me what color mage i should look for."

Originally Posted by Balrogga
Waving his hands in a broad gesture Galvenor indicated the crowd of both students and instructors who had gathered to witness the event.

"If you want to be instructed in the ways of Power, you must first convince one of these instructors you are worth their time. Today was a prime example of how not to go about that. Good luck."

Galvenor faded from view and reappeared next to Eldrad.


"I cannot and will not make any instructor teach any student. The Masters here all hold the right to refuse any student. It is up to the student to search out his instructor and then to convince them to take you on. If you cannot find a Spirit Master, then you might not be studying the right field of Magick. I cannot teach you myself until I get the recomendation from one of the Masters telling me they have taught you all they can. The Knowlege I possess could accidently destroy everything around here as far as the eye can see."

Galvenor looked regretful.

"It would put you into mortal danger if I were to teach anyone before they were ready."

Loki shrugged. There wasn't much you could do except wander the halls randomly and look around for a teacher, and so he did exactly that...

Leading the group of three forward, Loki began walking down the main hall, keeping his eyes peeled for a teacher or instructor.

A man stood under the Ri-an tree. he was dressed quiet diffrently than other Ri-ans. He was dressed in a white business type suite and hat straight from the American 1920's. His dress shirt was black though, as was his hair and eyes. He carried a cain, short, with a diamond on top. The black feather in his hat flickered slightly in the wind.

"So, this is where she came. No one escapes my watch, no one." Said the man.

He walked, with a style a grace all his own. when he got to the gates of the tower, he simply, disappeared, gone, a part of all the energy from Ri-an, which daily came from the tree.

Uriel, Loki, and robin, for just a second, would see this strange man in the hall as they walked through them looking for an instructor. He walked out of one solid wall, and into another.

Uriel watched the man, and had he been more curious as to the nature of him, he'd have utilized a presently surpressed ability.

Robin watched the strange man walk by through narrow eyes as she followed behind Loki and Uriel.