NationStates Jolt Archive

"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."

I am sorry I did not intend for you to force anyone to teach me. It is just that there are so many different mages so I was wondering how to know those who could best teach me. I was just so confused. that is why i was first giving a basic discription of what i know about my magick. so could you direct me as to which colored robes i should look to?

"Now there is the sticker. Each culture here has it's own way of determining who is in that sphere. Kaymiril uses robe colors, Snake Eaters uses their own method, ect... There is no way you can point at a specific color of robe and say they are Spirit Masters."

Galvenor chuckles.

"Hell, we don't even use robes. We find them confining and wear whatever is comfortable."

"Like I said earlier, every society uses different markers to designate who practices what. Part of the challenge of persuing your career is to locate your future masters."

Teji is a bit disapointed by these words. things will be very diffecult indead. Teji then says, "well thanks anyway master." He then leaves and tryes to find a teacher. he walks up to a white robed mage and asks, "Could you help me train in spirit energy.'

Galvenor watches him walking away, shaking his head.

"He will have to try harder if he wants to get into good favors with a Spirit Master."

Galvenor stood up and began to take a walk around the school grounds.

"Excuse me, sir," Loki said in an innocent voice. Unlike Uriel and Robin, he had not payed any attention to the man going through the walls and so had been the first to find someone who he thought was a teacher.

Doesn't have the robes like the mages from Kaymiril... he thought. I wonder where he is from.

"Sir," Loki said looking up at the man with his large yellow eyes that peeked out from under his oversized hat, "Would you be willing to teach me?"

OOC: Sorry, I only just saw the image of Loki... VIVI!

OOC: Sorry, I only just saw the image of Loki... VIVI!

OOC: Yeh! Everyone's favorite character, no?

"Excuse me, sir," Loki said in an innocent voice. Unlike Uriel and Robin, he had not payed any attention to the man going through the walls and so had been the first to find someone who he thought was a teacher.

Doesn't have the robes like the mages from Kaymiril... he thought. I wonder where he is from.

"Sir," Loki said looking up at the man with his large yellow eyes that peeked out from under his oversized hat, "Would you be willing to teach me?"
OOC: you talkin to balrogga, right?

OOC: you talkin to balrogga, right?

OOC: Balrogga or Snake Eaters

OOC: Yeh! Everyone's favorite character, no?

OOC: Vivi blows. Amarant... Now THERE'S a kickass character.

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I'm not wearing a hat nor do I have large yellow eyes.

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I'm not wearing a hat nor do I have large yellow eyes.

OOC: No, but Loki is. Look at his picture a few pages back (or in my factbook). He has large yellow eyes that pear out of the darkness (his face being unseeable) and has an oversized hat on.

OOC: Could we stop the ooc arguments and get on with the rp please?

Piekrom']OOC: Could we stop the ooc arguments and get on with the rp please?

OOC: I'm with him on this. Can we get back to the RP now? Perhaps someone should make an OOC thread for this RP.

"Excuse me, sir," Loki said in an innocent voice. Unlike Uriel and Robin, he had not payed any attention to the man going through the walls and so had been the first to find someone who he thought was a teacher.

Doesn't have the robes like the mages from Kaymiril... he thought. I wonder where he is from.

"Sir," Loki said looking up at the man with his large yellow eyes that peeked out from under his oversized hat, "Would you be willing to teach me?"
OOC: MM, why do you have to argue about everything?

IC: Eldrad looked down at Loki, and smiled,"Hello there."

He bent at the knees, to bring his eyes level,"Tell me, what would you wish to learn?"

"Hmm..." Loki said thoughtfully as his eyes made contact with Eldrad. "I already know the basic and medium level stuff," he explained, "So I wan't to learn the more powerful magick. Unfortunately, I am not sure what that is..."

Standing behind Loki, Robin awaited a chance to ask Eldrad if she should seek out anyone specific for instruction.

OOC: I'll continue this later. Got to get to class. Be back in around three hours.

OOC: MM, why do you have to argue about everything?

IC: Eldrad looked down at Loki, and smiled,"Hello there."

He bent at the knees, to bring his eyes level,"Tell me, what would you wish to learn?"

OOC: Because Amarant was significantly better than Vivi. :p And, according to Kay, because I'm hardheaded.

IC:

Chainer was in his room, sleep refused to come, but, he had time... The family words rang all too true by now... That which is dead...

Uriel likewise waited beside Robin, and behind Loki for a chance to ask for aid.

OOC: I wonder what happened to Kay.

IC: He watched, he watched them all. That was all he did, was watch. The man in the white business suit summoned a black lotus flower to his hand, ans sniffed it. Still, he watched, silently.

"Hmm..." Loki said thoughtfully as his eyes made contact with Eldrad. "I already know the basic and medium level stuff," he explained, "So I wan't to learn the more powerful magick. Unfortunately, I am not sure what that is..."

Eldrad rubbed his chin gently,"Well, describe to me what you can do... do you specialise in anything?"

He looked at Robin,"I'll be with you in a moment."

Eldrad rubbed his chin gently,"Well, describe to me what you can do... do you specialise in anything?"

He looked at Robin,"I'll be with you in a moment."

"Well, I don't exactly specialize in anything," Loki explained. "I have learned a little of everything... different elements, illusions, defensive magick, movement (i.e. teleportation, levitation, etc.) and some others. But nothing really powerful."

"Hmm... you say you've learned a little of everything, and yet not specialised in anything?"

"Hmm... you say you've learned a little of everything, and yet not specialised in anything?"

"Uh huh," Loki said as he nodded his head a couple of times.

Robin nodded in recognition of Eldrad's acknowledgement of her presence. She continued to stand there silently as was her want.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I got to go for a bit. Be back as soon as I can.

Seeing as how the white robed mage was ignoring him Teji decided to move on. He tried to find some other mage in the cafeteria. He went up to the closest one and asked, "Could you help me learn how to controle spirit magick?"

"Uh huh," Loki said as he nodded his head a couple of times.
"Hmm... an interesting case then. Could you show me what you can do?"

Loki nodded and stepped a few feet away to give himself some room. Realizing it still wasn't enough room he turned back to Eldrad, "Excuse me, sir, but I would rather be outside where there is more room." He then disappeared from sight and reappeared outside in an open courtyard. While he waited for the others began thinking what he should do and straightening his hat, again...

Then he began his demonstration...

In front of him a small orb of fire began to grow until it was a little more than a foot in diameter. The flames raged out as they grew in intensity, eventually becoming hot white. Suddenly the heat from the white fire disappeared as the white orb of fire turned into a freezing ball of ice.

Loki's body was alight with electricity as small charges jumped on his clothing. Those charges suddenly shot out from him in a continuous stream of electricity and hit the ball of ice dead on, smashing it into oblivion. As the ball of ice smashed, the small pieces left behind turned into a flurry of snow which began drifting towards the ground. A strong wind picked up and swirled around Loki, sending most of the snow higher into the atmosphere where they could no longer be seen. The few flakes of snow that were able to reach the ground, melted harmlessly and in their spots beautiful roses grew.

When Loki looked up again from the flowerbed which he had created, he saw the snow that had reached the heavens was now falling back to the ground, but this time they were white feathers; falling harmlessly to the ground as the wind disappeared. His face tightened up slightly as he tried something, but apparently the outcome was not as he wanted; the feathers dropped slightly faster, but not by much.

Everything he had done thus far disappeared as he cleaned his 'canvas' so as to perform more magick. The sky went suddenly black, all the stars gone from sight, save one; slightly to the north of him, a small star in the sky began glowing in brightness until it would have outshined every other star had they been there. Then it too disappeared from sight behind the darkness, but in its place a much smaller light was seen descending towards Loki. As it got closer it was evident that the bird was no ordinary one; it was very mystical looking and it had an aura about it. The bird continued its dive, picking up speed as it went until there was a flare of blinding light that dispersed the darkness. In the birds place, sat a mystical hammer that began flying, head over butt, towards Loki. Then another and another. Three hammers made there way towards the young one and soon they began circling just above his head.

Loki reached his hand up to grab one, but finding it out of range he tried to stand on his toes and then subsequently jumping; none of which worked. He blinked and he began levitating ever so slightly into the air so that now when he reached he could grab one of the hammers. As he did so, the other two hammers disappeared and the one in his hand became solid and real looking.

Slightly tired from everything which he had just performed, he simply tossed the hammer onto the ground, creating a small fissure, and then was done. Taking a deep breath, Loki turned back towards Eldrad and looked up at him, waiting for his response.

OOC: I wonder what happened to Kay.

IC: He watched, he watched them all. That was all he did, was watch. The man in the white business suit summoned a black lotus flower to his hand, ans sniffed it. Still, he watched, silently.

Chainer could not sleep, so he decided to wander the grounds. The man in the business suit was QUITE conspicuous amongst all the rest of the Mages and sundry denizens of the Tower.

"You there. Are you looking for someone, or just flaunting power that many among my people would kill you for?" He wasn't being confrontational, he was being truthful, among the Dementia Summoners a Black Lotus was a source of ready power, and prolific power. "Others of my race would attack you for the power contained in that simple flower."

"This Flower, it is my favorite kind. Dementia summoning is not my power. I have many though. May I ask though, who you are? As for me, I have no name to call my own. though some call me The Shadow Lord. Even then, that is not really my name. It more refers to what I can do. If you must call me something, then simply call me Shadow.

To kill over a flower, simply for power. Some weaknesses, never change, some dreams never happen. It is comforting to know, that somethings never change." Shadow said.

"This Flower, it is my favorite kind. Dementia summoning is not my power. I have many though. May I ask though, who you are? As for me, I have no name to call my own. though some call me The Shadow Lord. Even then, that is not really my name. It more refers to what I can do. If you must call me something, then simply call me Shadow.

To kill over a flower, simply for power. Some weaknesses, never change, some dreams never happen. It is comforting to know, that somethings never change." Shadow said.

"Call me what you will. I am no one and nothing. That power is no longer mine. I have no more desire for blood. All things change with time."

"Call me what you will. I am no one and nothing. That power is no longer mine. I have no more desire for blood. All things change with time."
"Can someone truely be nothing and exist? Once an object has outlived its usefullness to one, does it fade away, and cease to exist? You may think you are nothing, but perhaps that is because you have not yet discovered your potential. What that may be though, I cannot tell you. I simply watch, and learn." Shadow said.

"Can someone truely be nothing and exist? Once an object has outlived its usefullness to one, does it fade away, and cease to exist? You may think you are nothing, but perhaps that is because you have not yet discovered your potential. What that may be though, I cannot tell you. I simply watch, and learn." Shadow said.

"What is dead may never die. I am dead, and yet I live, a shadow of a man. I am nothing."

"Then there is no hope for you. Those you associate with then, surely they must only be using you, for what you are, and what you can do. Surely, they think of you, only as a tool. I will watch, I will learn. I will stay here in this tower, awhile longer. There are many intresting things that need watching. If you wish to speak with me again, then find me, in the shadows." Shadow said.

He stepped back into a nearby shadow, and melted into it, leaving behind, another Black Lotus flower.

OOC: Night all.

"Can we go to the closest one? I truely dislike cities, preferring 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.
The young mage led Ri-an to a small park.

It had a fountain in its center, which fed into a small spring that sunk beneath the ground near the park's edge.

The plantlife was lush and verdant. The grass was thick and soft, and a rich blue-green color peculiar to the planet.

Trees and flowering bushes stood in their places, all well kept.

There were only a few people there...some of the healthy, in a city of the sick.
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"There are few here...but come. We have a young pyromancer that burned himself due to a mis-cast."

"Then there is no hope for you. Those you associate with then, surely they must only be using you, for what you are, and what you can do. Surely, they think of you, only as a tool. I will watch, I will learn. I will stay here in this tower, awhile longer. There are many intresting things that need watching. If you wish to speak with me again, then find me, in the shadows." Shadow said.

He stepped back into a nearby shadow, and melted into it, leaving behind, another Black Lotus flower.

OOC: Night all.

I am what I am. He knows nothing.

Chainer took the flower, what had been abandoned should not to be left to rot and die...

OOC: am i just going to be ignored? I left the mage type and race very open for any to answer

Loki nodded and stepped a few feet away to give himself some room. Realizing it still wasn't enough room he turned back to Eldrad, "Excuse me, sir, but I would rather be outside where there is more room." He then disappeared from sight and reappeared outside in an open courtyard. While he waited for the others began thinking what he should do and straightening his hat, again...

Then he began his demonstration...

In front of him a small orb of fire began to grow until it was a little more than a foot in diameter. The flames raged out as they grew in intensity, eventually becoming hot white. Suddenly the heat from the white fire disappeared as the white orb of fire turned into a freezing ball of ice.

Loki's body was alight with electricity as small charges jumped on his clothing. Those charges suddenly shot out from him in a continuous stream of electricity and hit the ball of ice dead on, smashing it into oblivion. As the ball of ice smashed, the small pieces left behind turned into a flurry of snow which began drifting towards the ground. A strong wind picked up and swirled around Loki, sending most of the snow higher into the atmosphere where they could no longer be seen. The few flakes of snow that were able to reach the ground, melted harmlessly and in their spots beautiful roses grew.

When Loki looked up again from the flowerbed which he had created, he saw the snow that had reached the heavens was now falling back to the ground, but this time they were white feathers; falling harmlessly to the ground as the wind disappeared. His face tightened up slightly as he tried something, but apparently the outcome was not as he wanted; the feathers dropped slightly faster, but not by much.

Everything he had done thus far disappeared as he cleaned his 'canvas' so as to perform more magick. The sky went suddenly black, all the stars gone from sight, save one; slightly to the north of him, a small star in the sky began glowing in brightness until it would have outshined every other star had they been there. Then it too disappeared from sight behind the darkness, but in its place a much smaller light was seen descending towards Loki. As it got closer it was evident that the bird was no ordinary one; it was very mystical looking and it had an aura about it. The bird continued its dive, picking up speed as it went until there was a flare of blinding light that dispersed the darkness. In the birds place, sat a mystical hammer that began flying, head over butt, towards Loki. Then another and another. Three hammers made there way towards the young one and soon they began circling just above his head.

Loki reached his hand up to grab one, but finding it out of range he tried to stand on his toes and then subsequently jumping; none of which worked. He blinked and he began levitating ever so slightly into the air so that now when he reached he could grab one of the hammers. As he did so, the other two hammers disappeared and the one in his hand became solid and real looking.

Slightly tired from everything which he had just performed, he simply tossed the hammer onto the ground, creating a small fissure, and then was done. Taking a deep breath, Loki turned back towards Eldrad and looked up at him, waiting for his response.

After Loki had finished, he would find Robin applauding his efforts. After a few minutes of clapping, she stopped and also waited to see what Eldrad would say about Loki's performance.

The young mage led Ri-an to a small park.

It had a fountain in its center, which fed into a small spring that sunk beneath the ground near the park's edge.

The plantlife was lush and verdant. The grass was thick and soft, and a rich blue-green color peculiar to the planet.

Trees and flowering bushes stood in their places, all well kept.

There were only a few people there...some of the healthy, in a city of the sick.
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"There are few here...but come. We have a young pyromancer that burned himself due to a mis-cast."

Lady Ri-an simply stood on the grass, with her eyes closed. Slowly she seemed to get much better, just being in contact with the earth beneath her.
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"My, the poor mage. Yes, let us hurry to the poor man." Marill said.

Lady Ri-an simply stood on the grass, with her eyes closed. Slowly she seemed to get much better, just being in contact with the earth beneath her.
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"My, the poor mage. Yes, let us hurry to the poor man." Marill said.
I can forsee some problems...
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"Pyromancers get burned all the time."

The Gray-class lead her up the stairs to the medical ward, where a young man, probably only in his seventies, was sitting on the chair.

"Again?"

The pyromancer shrugged. "There will always be a spell that's hard."

The burns weren't too bad...some first and second degrees on the face, arms, and chest.

"Don't be alarmed by this...this one's had almost half his skin burned off before. Not fun to work with, let me assure you."

Loki nodded and stepped a few feet away to give himself some room. Realizing it still wasn't enough room he turned back to Eldrad, "Excuse me, sir, but I would rather be outside where there is more room." He then disappeared from sight and reappeared outside in an open courtyard. While he waited for the others began thinking what he should do and straightening his hat, again...

Then he began his demonstration...

In front of him a small orb of fire began to grow until it was a little more than a foot in diameter. The flames raged out as they grew in intensity, eventually becoming hot white. Suddenly the heat from the white fire disappeared as the white orb of fire turned into a freezing ball of ice.

Loki's body was alight with electricity as small charges jumped on his clothing. Those charges suddenly shot out from him in a continuous stream of electricity and hit the ball of ice dead on, smashing it into oblivion. As the ball of ice smashed, the small pieces left behind turned into a flurry of snow which began drifting towards the ground. A strong wind picked up and swirled around Loki, sending most of the snow higher into the atmosphere where they could no longer be seen. The few flakes of snow that were able to reach the ground, melted harmlessly and in their spots beautiful roses grew.

When Loki looked up again from the flowerbed which he had created, he saw the snow that had reached the heavens was now falling back to the ground, but this time they were white feathers; falling harmlessly to the ground as the wind disappeared. His face tightened up slightly as he tried something, but apparently the outcome was not as he wanted; the feathers dropped slightly faster, but not by much.

Everything he had done thus far disappeared as he cleaned his 'canvas' so as to perform more magick. The sky went suddenly black, all the stars gone from sight, save one; slightly to the north of him, a small star in the sky began glowing in brightness until it would have outshined every other star had they been there. Then it too disappeared from sight behind the darkness, but in its place a much smaller light was seen descending towards Loki. As it got closer it was evident that the bird was no ordinary one; it was very mystical looking and it had an aura about it. The bird continued its dive, picking up speed as it went until there was a flare of blinding light that dispersed the darkness. In the birds place, sat a mystical hammer that began flying, head over butt, towards Loki. Then another and another. Three hammers made there way towards the young one and soon they began circling just above his head.

Loki reached his hand up to grab one, but finding it out of range he tried to stand on his toes and then subsequently jumping; none of which worked. He blinked and he began levitating ever so slightly into the air so that now when he reached he could grab one of the hammers. As he did so, the other two hammers disappeared and the one in his hand became solid and real looking.

Slightly tired from everything which he had just performed, he simply tossed the hammer onto the ground, creating a small fissure, and then was done. Taking a deep breath, Loki turned back towards Eldrad and looked up at him, waiting for his response.

Eldrad noted Robin's applause, and found himself smiling,"That was very impressive Loki... I have not seen a display such as that. You seem to be equally competent in all areas... I personally believe you able to train in any style of magick."

After Loki's demonstration, Uriel commented, "That was impressive Loki, also fairly fancy."

Eldrad noted Robin's applause, and found himself smiling,"That was very impressive Loki... I have not seen a display such as that. You seem to be equally competent in all areas... I personally believe you able to train in any style of magick."

"So does that mean you can teach me?" Loki asked curiously, hoping that it did.

Galvenor continued walking through the school. He was dressed in normal clothing so it was not apparent he was anyone important to the new students, although the reactions from some of the others might betray something was amiss.

I can forsee some problems...
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"Pyromancers get burned all the time."

The Gray-class lead her up the stairs to the medical ward, where a young man, probably only in his seventies, was sitting on the chair.

"Again?"

The pyromancer shrugged. "There will always be a spell that's hard."

The burns weren't too bad...some first and second degrees on the face, arms, and chest.

"Don't be alarmed by this...this one's had almost half his skin burned off before. Not fun to work with, let me assure you."

Fifty-five minutes later, Lady Ri-an sighed, and turned to return to the dress shop. She did seem to be better though.

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"My, goodness. You poor man, it must have hurt terribly." Marill said. The kind, caring soul that she was, Marill could not stand to see any living being in any semblance of pain. Not even Mana-born creatures attacking her suffured for long.

"Allow me, to remove your pain, your suffuring, and make you whole again." Marill said.

she closed her eyes, and focused her will upon the the energy in the air around her. The Pyromancer would feel a pleasant tingleing sensation, and then, nothing. a quick look at himself would reveal no burns at all, and in fact, he would be in remarkably good condition, ready to go out and try that spell again. Marill however, was covered in the burns the man was afflicted with. She kneeled in pain, and knelt down beside the bed, grasping it fpr support. It took er a minuet to gather her will, then cast a second spell, and the burns, were gone.
She stood up.

"With a little more practice, I can do the second spell on another, rather than transferring it to myself. The first one is dangerous to do, depending on what is aflicting the person.

OOC: Quick explanation:

Marill transferred the Pyromancer's entire condition to herself, giving the Pyro her general good health condition. Marill then used another spell to return herself to a regular good health condition. The second spell, is a good spell all purpose spell, but really is quite limited. The first spell is dangerous, because if the target is about to die from something, then Marill would actually Die without being able to do anything, by casting that spell.

The dress was ready, made with the unique craftsmanship the Drow seemed to possess.
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Resven shook his head.

"That is a dangerous spell..."

He waved his hand to the Pyromancer, letting him know he could leave.

"Completely unnecessarily, I might add. You see, there is fashka all around you...within you, beside you, encircling you. It's everywhere...weaker in some places than in others, but you can use that to channel through yourself into your patient, and risk neither of you."

Lady Ri-an held the dress up, and looked at it.She disapeared, becoming little more than a gray fog bank, moved into the dress, and became a solid being again. The dress fit perfectly.

"Thank you, now, how may I recompensate you for your troubles? I could give you the seed to a plant, that once fully grown, produces the most marvelous kinds of teas. I could give you gold, silver, even a couple of small diamonds. Come on, tell me." Lady Ri-an asked.

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"I am not yet that strong, to channel energy directly into another. I practice daily, and so far, managed to blow up two or three plants and once even a Rock Golem. but Rock Golems shatter, and so I only did that once. Worst scar I ever had. Thankfully I was able to remove the scar." Marill said.

"So does that mean you can teach me?" Loki asked curiously, hoping that it did.
"Well..."

Eldrad mused for a moment,"My magick is something beyond what many use... but I can teach some magick. It would depend highly on what you wish to learn."

Uriel, seeing that Loki was being taken care of, decided to seek out and try to find a professor that he could ask to teach him.

"Well..."

Eldrad mused for a moment,"My magick is something beyond what many use... but I can teach some magick. It would depend highly on what you wish to learn."

"I want to learn everything that I can," Loki quickly responded in a hurried sentence. His usual craving for knowledge had been pushing him since birth to learn as much as possible. He had previously decided, If I am going to do something... I might as well do it good and do it the right way.

Robin noted Uriel leaving but decided to stay and listen. She never knew what useful information she might pick up.

"I want to learn everything that I can," Loki quickly responded in a hurried sentence. His usual craving for knowledge had been pushing him since birth to learn as much as possible. He had previously decided, If I am going to do something... I might as well do it good and do it the right way.
"Your enthusiasm is good... but be wary of attempting too much."

"Your enthusiasm is good... but be wary of attempting too much."

"I know, sir," Loki responded innoncently, "...but I want to learn. Please, will you help me?"

OOC: can some one pleas respond to my character refuse, accept, or do some thing just do not ignore him please.

Piekrom']OOC: can some one pleas respond to my character refuse, accept, or do some thing just do not ignore him please.

OOC: If nobody responded, make another post and change something in it. Describe the person you are approaching or muse that it appears to be a mage with Kaymiril or something.

Also, quote the last post if you want some attention for it - don't force people to go back and find it.

Piekrom']Seeing as how the white robed mage was ignoring him Teji decided to move on. He tried to find some other mage in the cafeteria. He went up to the closest one and asked, "Could you help me learn how to controle spirit magick?"

"I know, sir," Loki responded innoncently, "...but I want to learn. Please, will you help me?"

Eldrad couldn't help but smile at the plea,"Alright, I'll do what I can for you. Now, tell me, what do you know of spirit magicks?"

Lady Ri-an held the dress up, and looked at it.She disapeared, becoming little more than a gray fog bank, moved into the dress, and became a solid being again. The dress fit perfectly.

"Thank you, now, how may I recompensate you for your troubles? I could give you the seed to a plant, that once fully grown, produces the most marvelous kinds of teas. I could give you gold, silver, even a couple of small diamonds. Come on, tell me." Lady Ri-an asked.

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"I am not yet that strong, to channel energy directly into another. I practice daily, and so far, managed to blow up two or three plants and once even a Rock Golem. but Rock Golems shatter, and so I only did that once. Worst scar I ever had. Thankfully I was able to remove the scar." Marill said.
OOC: Kaymiril, did you miss this?

Eldrad couldn't help but smile at the plea,"Alright, I'll do what I can for you. Now, tell me, what do you know of spirit magicks?"

"Hmm... very little," Loki admitted. He had certainly heard about them and read a bit about them, but he had not been taught or taught himself them.

"Hmm... very little," Loki admitted. He had certainly heard about them and read a bit about them, but he had not been taught or taught himself them.

"That's alright, it's a not an area of magick than many frequent, at least in my expierence. I can teach you some of it... but unfortunatley, there are things I can do that not many can. Also, the things that I could teach are... well, let us just say they are frowned upon by many."

Robin yawned. While this conversation she was listening to was intersting, it didn't serve her purpose at the Tower. Thus, after leaving a Post-It informing the two where she was going if they wanted to talk to her later, she walked away and headed for the Library.

Shrowded inside thick black robes which almost made him seem immaterial was the deformed corpse of Toops Shaman Groff who was followed slowly by his small Grobble apprentice, Groff kicked the small beast into action as he made his way to the Tower he had heard so much about.

Just 4 days ago he had killed himself so that he might be able shock the less intelligent creature into some form of majickal ability, what an utter disaster, it was his 6th resurection and it was only fortune that his former apprentice had been on hand to bring the Shaman back to life.

The Demon inside Groff made another his frequent attempts to escape but was cut down by Groff, another scar appeared on his already bloody face, the Shaman and his Pupil entered the Tower hoping to find some Majickal tutor which could teach this runt to do Majicks.

Uriel had been involved with what would seem to be a conversation with himself when he noticed two new arrivals, or at least they looked like new arrivals. Walking over, he asked, "May I help you?"

"You might, I have been attempting to teach my young pet here the Arts of Necromancy, unfortuantly the only thing he seems capable of is killing but not reviving, I was wondering if there may be one who could assist me in teaching this squirmy creature."

The Grobble was right now busy attempting to catch an invisible fly and was far too pre-occupied to understand the insults coming from his master, even if he heard there was little doubt he would have been able to do anything, maybe he could have tried to kill himself but then he would have had nothing else to do.

"I know a bit of the necromantic arts, thought I'm quite sure it can not be taught. The best place to look for a necromancer teacher might be those who were grey robes." Uriel replied

"Thank-you Wizard, you have been most helpful." Groff took his apprentice through the Tower looking for anyone who wore grey robes.

Lucifer decided not to correct the man's useage of termainology, but returned to his conversation after removing the eye patch covering his right eye.

A DEMON? HERE? preposterouys, and yet... The sense was unmistakable. It seemed he would likely soon be needed.

He got up from where he had been sleeping to go confront the beast that violated the sanctity of this place, but first, he would seek out Quilae, and the Spear...

Quilae was out walking, enjoying the evening.

She was still impressed with Chainer's progress that day...he must really want to change on his own.

His resistance was concious...but with the right questions, bits of information had flowed out of him as though they'd needed to...like water from a breaking dam.

The Fifth-Order Gray Class mage breathed deeply of the sweet air coming from the orchards.

The Tower was a pleasant place to be assigned. And maybe, maybe, she could do good for people who needed it.

In any event, she was hoping she could do right by the soul that was rebecoming Oberyn.

Robin entered the Tower's Library quietly. While not exactly shy, she also wasn't a people person. She knew this could cause some problems here. That is why she had come to the Library, an area she knew she would be more comfortable in.

Lady Ri-an held the dress up and looked at it. She disappeared, becoming little more than a gray fog bank, moved into the dress, and became a solid being again. The dress fit perfectly.

"Thank you, now, how may I recompensate you for your troubles? I could give you the seed to a plant, that once fully grown, produces the most marvelous kinds of teas. I could give you gold, silver, even a couple of small diamonds. Come on, tell me." Lady Ri-an asked.

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"I am not yet that strong, to channel energy directly into another. I practice daily, and so far, managed to blow up two or three plants and once even a Rock Golem. but Rock Golems shatter, and so I only did that once. Worst scar I ever had. Thankfully I was able to remove the scar." Marill said.
The tailor shook his head.

"Mith hired me for this job, and I owe him, currently. So there is no need for you to worry about payment."
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"You don't need power to channel energy. You need focus. Some of those that can channel the least amount of raw power can channel it the most effectively. All it takes is a little practice and knowledge."

Robin looked around the Library for the person in charge. She thought the Librarian would be the best person to ask to help her see if their were any books on the topics she was looking for.

"That's alright, it's a not an area of magick than many frequent, at least in my expierence. I can teach you some of it... but unfortunatley, there are things I can do that not many can. Also, the things that I could teach are... well, let us just say they are frowned upon by many."

Loki smiled as he figured that he had at last found a teacher, at least for the moment. "I will try my hardest, sir," Loki piped up as Eldrad informed him that not many could harness the power he had. "When can we begin?"

The tailor shook his head.

"Mith hired me for this job, and I owe him, currently. So there is no need for you to worry about payment."
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"You don't need power to channel energy. You need focus. Some of those that can channel the least amount of raw power can channel it the most effectively. All it takes is a little practice and knowledge."

"Well, then, I shall leave this between you and Mith then." she said.

She turned to her escort.

"Well, then, what now?" she asked.
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"Focus?" she said almost as if it were a new concept.

OOC: So, who is in charge of the Library?

IC: Robin walked between row after row of books and scrolls as she continued to look for the Librarian.

OOC: I don't think there IS a Librarian. Toops, if you haven't figured it out yet Gray Class equals Gray Robes.

IC:

Chainer had a pretty good idea as to where to find her. He was moving relatively slowly though, the Demon didn't seem to be moving very quickly, so he could afford to take his time. He was almost to her Gardens, and he paused to take a drink before continuing on to see her.

Quilae had a sign hanging at her little courtyard that told anyone that went there to look for her that she'd left, but would be back later.

So, when Chainer got there, he would have to either wait, or go elsewhere to find her.

Meanwhile, the mage herself had paused to regard some unusual flowers...a geomancy student's work, no doubt.

It was lovely in its oddness, a sort of imperfect but poignant statement about life.

It was a rather amusing sort of flower...the Healer thought she might seek out one of the teachers of the young Geomancers and see whose work it was, so she could get some planted in her gardens.

OOC: There is a Library. Someone has to be in charge of keeping track of and maintaining all that literature. Just because I call a person like that a Librarian, it doesn't mean that's what the IC job is called.

A man, who appeared to be in his late twenties, was leafing throught a book when he noticed Robin. Seeing her look around, he walked over, a faint glow begining to radiate off him. "May I help you?" He asked

OOC: Demi-God huh... I think it's time for a bit of an upgrade in my Character Palette... Urza is here...

IC:

A man. Seemingly in middle age. A large bladed staff, a heavy robe, runes carved into every facet of every Powerstone on the staff. And two disturbing, multifaceted eyes... Gem like eyes most thought them. In fact they were stones, the left, deep green, the Mightstone, the right, an earthy brown, the Weakstone. The Man. Urza Planeswalker, a near God among even his powerful friends. The reason for being here to teach, since the destruction of the first school of Artifice he had been a Teacher without any pupils or materials. Here hemight find use once again.

A man, who appeared to be in his late twenties, was leafing throught a book when he noticed Robin. Seeing her look around, he walked over, a faint glow begining to radiate off him. "May I help you?" He asked

While she was looking for the person in charge of the Library, she had gotten a little focused on it and wasn't paying that close attention to her surroundings.

Robin started with surprise. She emitted a mild yelp before saying anything.

She said, with a hand on her chest as she tried to regain her breath, "you startled me."

"Sorry about that." He apologised, "That wasn't my intention."

Galvenor crossed through the Library on the way to his office. He had some papers to get for one of the other Instructors and wanted to catch him before he left for the day.

"Sorry about that." He apologised, "That wasn't my intention."

"Well," came the reply, "that's what I get for getting too focused on one thing and not paying attention to my surroundings."

Spotting a man in Grey robes, Groff quickly rushed over with his Grobble in tow, "Excuse me, I was told to come look for a man in grey robes who might be able to assist me, I am teaching my Grobble here to utilise the powers of necromancy, unfortuantly he seems unwilling to be tought by me, I was wondering if there was one here who could."

Chainer arrived in time to hear the word "necromancy". That was all he needed to hear. "A Necromancer and a Daemon. Your kind is not welcome here."

OOC: Seaquest, I await your reply in the Coral palace....

IC: Shadow, became stronger.

"Ahh, yess. Remora shall shine again. Books? I had no idea, this tower had written knowledge. Three in the library. I shall appear as one of them." he said.

He changed his appearence, to appear as a random student of the tower, and went to the library. He began looking for information on the Planes, especially the legendary Shadow plane.

Spotting a man in Grey robes, Groff quickly rushed over with his Grobble in tow.

"Excuse me, I was told to come look for a man in grey robes who might be able to assist me. I am teaching my Grobble here to utilise the powers of necromancy, unfortuantely he seems unwilling to be taught by me. I was wondering if there was one here who could."
Quilae's head turned, her delicate features going instantly from serene to cold.

A necromancer had been told to look for a healer to help him look for a teacher to...

The very thought filled her with rage.

"Vile creature!" she spat, amythest eyes sparkling with rage.

Fashka began to flow around her as she set up a barrier containing her and it, and leaving out everything else.

She would kill it...she had to. This was something dead...and she could sense something else...something dangerous.

"You will not leave this place alive."

OOC: Quilae is a Fifth-Order Gray Class Mage. A healer of the Fifth Circle...which means she's pretty darned powerful. You're not busting out of this easy.
"Well, then, I shall leave this between you and Mith then." she said.

She turned to her escort.

"Well, then, what now?" she asked.
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"Focus?" she said almost as if it were a new concept.
"We should head back to the temple to see what has been decided."
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"Yeah, focus. You know...concentration on a goal?"

"We should head back to the temple to see what has been decided."
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"Yeah, focus. You know...concentration on a goal?"

"Okay then. Let us go." Lady Ri-an said.
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"Oh. You mean you can do that with magick? We've always thought that if something couldn't be done it simply required more power. Tell me, how do you, focus?" Marill asked, utterly fascinated with the concept of focusing magick.

(OOC: I don't any way of me getting out of this one alive, is there maybe a black tower?)

He knew that this would be a bad idea, he could try and explain himself, they'd be hard pressed to believe someone they wanted to destroy, he could fight his way out of this, two trained Wizards could easily break him, he had another option, a spell which could make him seem dead but able to escape this place, quickly he took out his bag of poisons and drank the vile of white powder containing Fugu poison, enough to give the illusion of death.

"Okay then. Let us go." Lady Ri-an said.
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"Oh. You mean you can do that with magick? We've always thought that if something couldn't be done it simply required more power. Tell me, how do you focus?" Marill asked, utterly fascinated with the concept of focusing magick.
The young healer led Ri-an back to her master's office.

"Mith will be back to see you shortly."
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"By envisioning what you want to happen, and then locating fashka from the surrounding area, drawing it in to yourself, and then concentrating on that fashka going from you into the other person, and doing what you want it to do."

(OOC: I don't any way of me getting out of this one alive, is there maybe a black tower?)

He knew that this would be a bad idea, he could try and explain himself, they'd be hard pressed to believe someone they wanted to destroy, he could fight his way out of this, two trained Wizards could easily break him, he had another option, a spell which could make him seem dead but able to escape this place, quickly he took out his bag of poisons and drank the vile of white powder containing Fugu poison, enough to give the illusion of death.
OOC: There was the Chronosian academy a LOOOOOOOONG time back, but I think it died.

IC:
A necromancer killing himself wasn't something Quilae thought an ineffective battle tactic.

A white haze surrounded them both...a purifying mist. At its best use, it could purge a system of illness.

At its worst...it would consme necromantic flesh, or flesh under a necromancer's control.

Cold, pale purple eyes watched as the spell began its work.

OOC: Right...so, that's gonna consume your guy. It'll also likely release the demon.

The young healer led Ri-an back to her master's office.

"Mith will be back to see you shortly."
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"By envisioning what you want to happen, and then locating fashka from the surrounding area, drawing it in to yourself, and then concentrating on that fashka going from you into the other person, and doing what you want it to do."

Lady Ri-an sat, and waited paitently.

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Marill thought about it.

"Like this?" She asked.

Fire

She held out her hand, and invisioned the fire in her hand, not harming her. Used to using willpower to use magick, she did that first, then concentrated on manipulating that power into her hand, and sparking a fire.

The result was, that the fire was a little bigger and stronger than she could normally craft, which took her by surprise. She waved her hand and it vanished.

"I've, never done it quite that well before. Astounding. I wonder how it would effect other things I can do?" Marill wondered aloud.

(OOC: dammit, my greatest sorcerer dead before he could even begin)

Years of torture within the body of Groff had taken its toll on the powerful Demon which had possessed him, it was no longer powerful enough to fight but for the very occasional failed burst for freedom, but in witnessing the death of his host he realised that he could finally be free, escaping the body of the dying Goblin the spirit quickly found another body to possess, a small mentally weak creature stood picking his nose as a spell wrapped around his feet.

Groff could witness his body fail and crumple as his spirit left the body it found the Demon escaping into his pet Grobble, he would have to be quick in order to take this opportunity, quickly he dashed over and latched onto the Demon spirit, both entered the body of the Grobble who suddenly ceased picking his nose and turned to leave this weak place of magicks, there was no place for the merged souls of three dark spirits.

~snip~
The healer's face contorted in rage, and her barrier broke and warped, closing in around the Grobble.

"I told you you would not escape this place."

Demon banishment was a difficult spell...but she could do it.

"Niar'haaninen lu' takrinen,
Dro lu' Elghinn,
Chath d' Uoi'nota lu' Niaren d' Gre'as'anto...
Usstan lar pholor dosst yorn nin.
Errdegahr tlu alus!"

The energies around her warped, sucking in the great amount of energy required for the spell.

Her barrier began to crack, and it was not until after the spell was completed that she would realise it.

OOC: that's a demon banishing spell...basically, gonna send it back to hell.

Lady Ri-an sat, and waited paitently.

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Marill thought about it.

"Like this?" She asked.

Fire

She held out her hand, and invisioned the fire in her hand, not harming her. Used to using willpower to use magick, she did that first, then concentrated on manipulating that power into her hand, and sparking a fire.

The result was, that the fire was a little bigger and stronger than she could normally craft, which took her by surprise. She waved her hand and it vanished.

"I've, never done it quite that well before. Astounding. I wonder how it would effect other things I can do?" Marill wondered aloud.
Mith returned within fifteen minutes.

"Lady Ri-an. I apologize for the wait. The Minister Kestal will see you tomorrow, if it is convenient for you.
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"It will allow you to do much more...more than you ever imagined you could do."

Resven was surprised at her rate of improvement...this was highly unusual.

"I told you that your kind was not welcome here. But, she has decreed that you are not leave, I respectfully submit that you would be better off accepting what she tells you to do, or you will be forced to deal with ME. Just let her banish you, and your suffering will be over so much more swiftly." Chainer stepped forward, drawing a large dagger as he did so.

Mith returned within fifteen minutes.

"Lady Ri-an. I apologize for the wait. The Minister Kestal will see you tomorrow, if it is convenient for you.
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"It will allow you to do much more...more than you ever imagined you could do."

Resven was surprised at her rate of improvement...this was highly unusual.

"I do not mind waiting. It takes patience to grow life. waiting a small fraction of time is simple." Lady Ri-an said.
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"You seem surprised. I've always been a quick learner. Kinda have to when you gotta learn your nations entire repitore of spells in only 50 years." Marill said.

Groff and the Demon were fighting, tormenting the soul of the Grobble who was now fixed within the banishment spell, the Demon was slowly slipping from the body and indeed this world, Groff was corporeal and so was less affected by the spell, this was could because after the spell was over he would need to explain some things.

The Grobble screamed and the Demon slowly slipped out and sank into the ground, Groff turne dthe Goblin towards the group of Magis, he had a look of utter contempt, "why would you do somthing like that!?"

"I do not mind waiting. It takes patience to grow life. waiting a small fraction of time is simple." Lady Ri-an said.
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"You seem surprised. I've always been a quick learner. Kinda have to when you gotta learn your nations entire repitore of spells in only 50 years." Marill said.
"It is drawing late, and you must be hungry. Is there anything in particular you would like, or any chemical compositions that would harm you?"
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"That is true...those I teach normally take more time to learn."
Groff and the Demon were fighting, tormenting the soul of the Grobble who was now fixed within the banishment spell, the Demon was slowly slipping from the body and indeed this world, Groff was corporeal and so was less affected by the spell, this was could because after the spell was over he would need to explain some things.

The Grobble screamed and the Demon slowly slipped out and sank into the ground, Groff turne dthe Goblin towards the group of Magis, he had a look of utter contempt, "why would you do somthing like that!?"
Quilae glared.

"Because he didn't belong in the body of that poor child...and neither do you."

Quilae drew in more fashka from beyond the barrier, using it to refresh herself and fix her barrier. She'd heard Chainer speak, but not his words.

Her hand reached out, reaching into the Grobble's body with magick, and seeking out the foreign soul.

"Come out and face me like you should."

Groff and the Demon were fighting, tormenting the soul of the Grobble who was now fixed within the banishment spell, the Demon was slowly slipping from the body and indeed this world, Groff was corporeal and so was less affected by the spell, this was could because after the spell was over he would need to explain some things.

The Grobble screamed and the Demon slowly slipped out and sank into the ground, Groff turne dthe Goblin towards the group of Magis, he had a look of utter contempt, "why would you do somthing like that!?"

"Why? WHY? Because you are evil, and that is all the reason I need. For her part, I do not know."

"I was imprisoning that Demon so that he could not possess someone with less expertise as me, as you have now destroyed my body and released a Demon which has the potential to destroy the Holy Moon I see no reason that I should not be allowed to annihilate you!" As he said you his feet rocked, this body was near impossible to get used to, it was fragile and weak, and was already occupied, fortunantly he was able to save the Grobbles mind and keep his own.

"I was imprisoning that Demon so that he could not possess someone with less expertise as me, as you have now destroyed my body and released a Demon which has the potential to destroy the Holy Moon I see no reason that I should not be allowed to annihilate you!" As he said you his feet rocked, this body was near impossible to get used to, it was fragile and weak, and was already occupied, fortunantly he was able to save the Grobbles mind and keep his own.
She latched onto the angry soul, and began ripping it from the body.

"I sent that demon back to its imprisonment in HELL. YOU come out and face me."

Rage flowed around her, but not through her...it would not affect her casting.

"It is drawing late, and you must be hungry. Is there anything in particular you would like, or any chemical compositions that would harm you?"
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"That is true...those I teach normally take more time to learn."

"I am the spirit of a world. I require nothing, at least nothing you can provide. I just require a place to connect with my children, with their needs. I am unused to being out of my body and on another world. Perhaps, a room?" Lady Ri-an asked.
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"Perhaps it is a diffrence in race again. Either way, it matters not. What is next, dear teacher?" Marill asked.

"Very well, but let it be known that if that Demon returns under the possession of another it will destroy the entire of my race, I will return to make sure you witness these thousands of Deaths which shall remain on your conciousness, I will leave this body and take my place in Moon." The Grobble fell and slowly awoke to this place, he bounced about for a while making funny warbling noises, just as a Grobble should.

"I am the spirit of a world. I require nothing, at least nothing you can provide. I just require a place to connect with my children, with their needs. I am unused to being our of my body and on another world. Perhaps, a room?" Lady Ri-an asked.
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"Perhaps it is a diffrence in race again. Either way, it matters not. What is next, dear teacher?" Marill asked.
"As you wish. Please, come with me." Mith opened the door for the Lady Ri-an.
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"You eat and rest, and we'll head to Mithdelmar in the morning."

"Very well, but let it be known that if that Demon returns under the possession of another it will destroy the entire of my race, I will return to make sure you witness these thousands of Deaths which shall remain on your conciousness, I will leave this body and take my place in Moon." The Grobble fell and slowly awoke to this place, he bounced about for a while making funny warbling noises, just as a Grobble should.
Quilae dropped the barrier, and seemed to shrink.

"Oberyn...will you see that this creature does not harm himself?"

"As you wish. Please, come with me." Mith opened the door for the Lady Ri-an.
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"You eat and rest, and we'll head to Mithdelmar in the morning."

Lady Ri-an walked through, and followed Mith wherever he might go.
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"Okay." Marill said.

She ventured off to look around. She found an empty room, laid down on the bed, and fell asleep. Eventually, the lights went out.

Dream:

She awoke to find herself in a temple. Vast and empty. She was running from a terrible shadow. It scared her.

"Hiss, hiss, my dear. I am free, and you will not escape me." It said.

"No!" she screamed.
She awoke, eventually, with a start.

Fire

The spell flickered. Relieved that nothing was in her room. She lit a torch, and fell asleep into a more restful slumber.

"As you wish. Please, come with me." Mith opened the door for the Lady Ri-an.
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"You eat and rest, and we'll head to Mithdelmar in the morning."


Quilae dropped the barrier, and seemed to shrink.

"Oberyn...will you see that this creature does not harm himself?"

"I'll do the best I can... It seems kindof... Stupid. I'll go lock him in a room somewhere, or something... Lots of cushions..."

Lady Ri-an walked through, and followed Mith wherever he might go.
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"Okay." Marill said.

She ventured off to look around. She found an empty room, laid down on the bed, and fell asleep. Eventually, the lights went out.

Dream:
She awoke to find herself in a temple. Vast and empty. She was running from a terrible shadow. It scared her.

"Hiss, hiss, my dear. I am free, and you will not escape me." It said.

"No!" she screamed.

She awoke, eventually, with a start.

Fire

The spell flickered. Relieved that nothing was in her room. She lit a torch, and fell asleep into a more restful slumber.
Mith led the Lady Ri-an to a small room overlooking the gardens, and wished her a good night.

He himself would eat, and get back to work.

The Grobble had taken up refuge on a shelf, he was sucking on his toe and staring gormlessly into space, he was focussing on a black blob in the sky, put it down to Grobble imagination but he could swear the blob dissapeared, he took the foot out of his mouth and floated back down to the floor.

"I'll do the best I can... It seems kindof... Stupid. I'll go lock him in a room somewhere, or something... Lots of cushions..."
"Fine."

She turned away, heading back to her courtyard.

Taking down the sign, she looked for a good place to sit. Finding one, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

She had killed...acted violently, without any more provocation than that a necromancer had sought her out to help him with her apprentice.

Was the hatred that ingrained? It was scary.

What would be the consequences of this?

Should she feel bad?

She had never killed anything before...but she thought she was right in killing that. Was she wrong? Was it right?

She sat there...confused. Weeping, not for the death she'd caused, but for her own confusion.

What sort of healer killed like that? Was she fit for any job, much less that of helping Chainer redeem himself?

Mith led the Lady Ri-an to a small room overlooking the gardens, and wished her a good night.

He himself would eat, and get back to work.

She seperated herself. she left a small portion of herself in that room, A feeling of a strange energy, while most of her went back to Ri-an. This way, she could return to that same room, when the light shone into it.

On Ri-an, she sank into the Ground, and revived herself, refreshed her energy. Too much longer, and things would have become complicated.

Loki smiled as he figured that he had at last found a teacher, at least for the moment. "I will try my hardest, sir," Loki piped up as Eldrad informed him that not many could harness the power he had. "When can we begin?"

"We can begin immediately."

Eldrad took Loki to one side, and then snapped his fingers. To everyone else, it would seem as if these two bodies were now statues, drained of their colour. Eldrad had done something not many could do, and even fewer would attempt... he'd taken their souls to the world of spirits. Not down into the land of the dead, which was accessible only by those who had died, but to a plain that souls came just prior to entering that land. Here, everyone was dead... apart from Loki and Eldrad.

"We cannot linger too long here... this spell can have some nasty side-effects if you leave it too long. Now, we are in the realm of spirits. I brought us here because it is much simpler to teach one in these arts on this particular plain then it would be at the Tower."

He led Loki down a narrow path, before they arrived at a place he deemed right,"Now, you have heard of the idea of fashka and tupora fashka, correct?"

The Grobble had taken up refuge on a shelf, he was sucking on his toe and staring gormlessly into space, he was focussing on a black blob in the sky, put it down to Grobble imagination but he could swear the blob dissapeared, he took the foot out of his mouth and floated back down to the floor.

Chainer, once known as Oberyn Martell, was less than subtle. He simply picked up the tiny thing, and began carrying it towards a room where it wouldn't have anything to hurt itself with. Once that was done he would have to go see Quilae about this...

"Well," came the reply, "that's what I get for getting too focused on one thing and not paying attention to my surroundings."
"I apologise again, so can I help you?" He asked

Meanwhile, Lucifer had finished his conversation with nothing and decided to see how the necromancer was doing.

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She would slowly become aware of the figure who had settled across from her. Having since taken his two children back home to their mother, he had returned to the Tower to finish some research, and had come across this mage crying. Being the kind soul that he was, he sat down opposite,"What's troubling you?"

The Grobble sat in the arms of this Magi clicking his fingers making sparks pop out, every so often he'd get a flame to last for a few seconds but no more, this was simple Grobble Magicks, petty tricks to show off.

She would slowly become aware of the figure who had settled across from her. Having since taken his two children back home to their mother, he had returned to the Tower to finish some research, and had come across this mage crying. Being the kind soul that he was, he sat down opposite,"What's troubling you?"
Quilae hadn't heard the man come until he spoke.

She wiped at her eyes, sitting up.

"Oh...Mr. Cougar. I didn't hear you apporach. Please, do not pay me any mind."

Quilae hadn't heard the man come until he spoke.

She wiped at her eyes, sitting up.

"Oh...Mr. Cougar. I didn't hear you apporach. Please, do not pay me any mind."

He smiled,"Oh, but I've sat down now."

He waved a hand distractedly, and handed her the handkerchief that had now draped itself on his hand,"So, what happened?"

He smiled,"Oh, but I've sat down now."

He waved a hand distractedly, and handed her the handkerchief that had now draped itself on his hand,"So, what happened?"
"A demon-possessed necromancer came today...I killed him for no other reason than that he was a necromancer."

"A demon-possessed necromancer came today...I killed him for no other reason than that he was a necromancer."

"And that upsets you, correct? You cannot fathom the prejudice that you used to justify your killing of him."

He sighed, knowing how that felt,"I know how you feel. I kill for a living... sometimes, certain people just have to die. You're a Grey class, and you're also from Kaymiril. It's bred into you to hate necromancers, just like it is bred in Snake Eaters to hate Helghast... both have caused great pain and suffering to our nation, and thus we hate them implicitly. We don't know why, we just do."

"And that upsets you, correct? You cannot fathom the prejudice that you used to justify your killing of him."

He sighed, knowing how that felt,"I know how you feel. I kill for a living... sometimes, certain people just have to die. You're a Grey class, and you're also from Kaymiril. It's bred into you to hate necromancers, just like it is bred in Snake Eaters to hate Helghast... both have caused great pain and suffering to our nation, and thus we hate them implicitly. We don't know why, we just do."
"We've been taught to hate them...I lived through the last Necromantic War. I remember it. But to kill, as an almost reflex reaction...is it right for anyone, especially a healer? That is what I must wonder."

The Grobble sat in the arms of this Magi clicking his fingers making sparks pop out, every so often he'd get a flame to last for a few seconds but no more, this was simple Grobble Magicks, petty tricks to show off.

Chainer kept carrying the bothersome creature. He knew where he was going to leave it, in the first unoccupied room he could find... Like this one.

He wasn't overly gentle, but he didn't really throw the thing in, more like a semi-gentle toss, before shutting and Arcane Locking the door. Now that that ws finished, he could see how the Healer was holding up.

"We've been taught to hate them...I lived through the last Necromantic War. I remember it. But to kill, as an almost reflex reaction...is it right for anyone, especially a healer? That is what I must wonder."

"I do it because it's what I trained to do. Doesn't mean I want to kill someone... but sometimes, some people just have to die."

He thought for a moment, and then said,"Best advice I can give you is; don't beat yourself up so much. You did what you thought was right, and sometimes that's all that matters. Don't forget, medics in the military are not above killing to protect their patients... neither are you."

"I do it because it's what I trained to do. Doesn't mean I want to kill someone... but sometimes, some people just have to die."

He thought for a moment, and then said,"Best advice I can give you is; don't beat yourself up so much. You did what you thought was right, and sometimes that's all that matters. Don't forget, medics in the military are not above killing to protect their patients... neither are you."
She nodded.

"Thank you for your advice, Cougar."

Quilae wasn't military...but she still could appreciate the analogy.

Eventually, Lady Ri-an returned. It looked like she had never once stirred out of her room. She stood on the balconey, and watched the garden grow.
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Eventually, Marill awoke, unable to truely sleep. She had rested yes, and was somewhat refreshed, but did not really sleep. Most would not notice, only a real healer would. She went to the library for a few hours, and looked up books on sleeping magick, unaware that just a few rows over, was Shadow.

She nodded.

"Thank you for your advice, Cougar."

Quilae wasn't military...but she still could appreciate the analogy.

"Hey, it's fine. It's what I do."

He smiled,"You can keep the handkerchief."

"Hey, it's fine. It's what I do."

He smiled,"You can keep the handkerchief."
"Thank you again. I will be fine."

He had fulfilled her request, now to see how she was doing. He was almost certain that she had no idea how to react to killing. Even something as foul as a Necromancer.

The Grobble looked about the room, it was cold and empty, he picked up some fungi which was growing on one of the walls and crafted it into a chair, he sat, it was soft and comfy, there was little to do in this room, he took a larger collection of mushrooms from another corner and shaped these into a miniture marching band which began to play whilst walking round the room, he sat back and watched.

After an hour he had the Fungi Army marching Band facing a difficult but heroic charge over to sieze the Condensation Imperiums heavily defended fort, inside were the brave souls of the Stone Republic who had been visciously attcked by the Imperium.

"Thank you again. I will be fine."
"Good girl. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something else that I have to complete."

"Good girl. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something else that I have to complete."
She nodded, and when he'd gone, she went over to a water basin to wash her face.

She then took the little pot beside it and filled it, going to water her little flower garden.

Most of the flowers had healing purposes...but they were all beautiful. She was still reflective...it still bothered her to have killed...

But she would put it in perspective, eventually.

If nothing else, she'd go to Mithdelmar to talk it out with another of the Gray Class.

She nodded, and when he'd gone, she went over to a water basin to wash her face.

She then took the little pot beside it and filled it, going to water her little flower garden.

Most of the flowers had healing purposes...but they were all beautiful. She was still reflective...it still bothered her to have killed...

But she would put it in perspective, eventually.

If nothing else, she'd go to Mithdelmar to talk it out with another of the Gray Class.

Chainer walked back to her courtyards. He entered with the intention of talking to her about what she had done. He did not expect to find her watering her flowers...

Quilae looked at Chainer as he entered.

"Hello. Have a seat, or you can grab the other watering can and start on the other side."

Quilae looked at Chainer as he entered.

"Hello. Have a seat, or you can grab the other watering can and start on the other side."

"I took the thing and locked it in a room. I don't want to know what it's doing, since it spent almost the entire time playing with fire a few inches in front of my face. But, that's not why I'm here."

"I took the thing and locked it in a room. I don't want to know what it's doing, since it spent almost the entire time playing with fire a few inches in front of my face. But, that's not why I'm here."
"I guessed not. So, you can talk, and I'll respond, how does that work for you?"

"I apologise again, so can I help you?" He asked

Meanwhile, Lucifer had finished his conversation with nothing and decided to see how the necromancer was doing.

"Actually," Robin said, "I was looking for the one in charge of this Library."

"I guessed not. So, you can talk, and I'll respond, how does that work for you?"

"That will work. I came here to see how you were doing. You seemed rather upset after you destroyed the Necromaner."

"That will work. I came here to see how you were doing. You seemed rather upset after you destroyed the Necromaner."
"This may or may not surprise you...but it's the first thing I've ever killed...and I did it because I've been told all my life that Necromancers are evil and need to be destroyed."

"This may or may not surprise you...but it's the first thing I've ever killed...and I did it because I've been told all my life that Necromancers are evil and need to be destroyed."

"They are evil. And they do need to be destroyed. Necromancy is BLACK MAGICK. His calling was one of death and suffering. You did the world a favor bey removing him from it."

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Loki was immediately ecstatic at the idea of beginning his studies immediately with Eldrad.

It was an odd feeling as Eldrad completed the spell and their souls departed from their bodies, arriving at the world of spirits just after. Loki gazed around in wonder; never before had he thought he would visit a place like this...

"Yeh... I have heard of the ideas," he responded as he continued to gaze around.

"They are evil. And they do need to be destroyed. Necromancy is BLACK MAGICK. His calling was one of death and suffering. You did the world a favor by removing him from it."
"I am aware of that. I am also aware that it goes against the basic duty of the path of magick I chose to kill anyone. Granted, it looked like it was dead ten times over...but still..."

"I am aware of that. I am also aware that it goes against the basic duty of the path of magick I chose to kill anyone. Granted, it looked like it was dead ten times over...but still..."

"Is not part of your calling the casting out of Demons, and the destruction of those that violate the sanctity of Death."

"Is not part of your calling the casting out of Demons, and the destruction of those that violate the sanctity of Death."
"Yes, and also helping the helpless...but it is also in redeeming the redeemable. And sometimes, they don't even think they can be."

"Yes, and also helping the helpless...but it is also in redeeming the redeemable. And sometimes, they don't even think they can be."

"If he was helpless, or redeemable I might have some pity for him. As he was, I have none. I will save my pity for those more deserving."

"If he was helpless, or redeemable I might have some pity for him. As he was, I have none. I will save my pity for those more deserving."
"The creature he possessed was helpless, not him. And I doubt he was redeemable. Then again, there was a time I doubted you were redeemable, as well."

Loki was immediately ecstatic at the idea of beginning his studies immediately with Eldrad.

It was an odd feeling as Eldrad completed the spell and their souls departed from their bodies, arriving at the world of spirits just after. Loki gazed around in wonder; never before had he thought he would visit a place like this...

"Yeh... I have heard of the ideas," he responded as he continued to gaze around.

"It is a strange place, isn't it?"

"It is a strange place, isn't it?"

"Most certainly," Loki replied innocently. "I-I've never seen anything like it before..." he said bewildered.

"The creature he possessed was helpless, not him. And I doubt he was redeemable. Then again, there was a time I doubted you were redeemable, as well."

"You never had any evidence that I was irredeemable. I came to you for help. He came looking to further his corruption."

"You never had any evidence that I was irredeemable. I came to you for help. He came looking to further his corruption."
"Well, you allowed me to help you. And you are right about him. I know I was right to get rid of him...but a healer that kills is not one you want taking care of children. We have quite a few of those around here."

A wave of dizzyness swept through her, and she put down her watering can, leaning on the little wall around the raised flower-bed.

What? Why? Oh...well, this is poor timing.

"Well, you allowed me to help you. And you are right about him. I know I was right to get rid of him...but a healer that kills is not one you want taking care of children. We have quite a few of those around here."

A wave of dizzyness swept through her, and she put down her watering can, leaning on the little wall around the raised flower-bed.

What? Why? Oh...well, this is poor timing.

Chainer stepped forward quickly to catch her. "Are you alright?"

"Just a little tired. It takes more energy to banish a demon than it does to tend burns and scrapes. Why don't you go on, and come back tomorrow afternoon, like you planned?"

"Just a little tired. It takes more energy to banish a demon than it does to tend burns and scrapes. Why don't you go on, and come back tomorrow afternoon, like you planned?"

"Alright. If you're going to be alright, I'll leave you to rest."

She nodded, glad he didn't decide to press the issue.

"I'll be fine. Go on."

She nodded, glad he didn't decide to press the issue.

"I'll be fine. Go on."

"Alright. I hope that you feel better tomorrow..." Chainer turned to go. He trusted her well enough to believe her judgement.

Quilae waited until Chainer had gone, then sent her aeagle to get Resven, a young but talented sixth-order, who was expected to come up to Fifth as soon as he'd taken his adult name.

She wasn't really suited for demon banishings...and wasn't supposed to use the spells except in times of emergency.

It was very possible that she'd mis-cast...and that could be very messy. Fortunately, while she couldn't treat herself for it, almost any mage from twelvth - order up could.

She went up to her rooms to wait.

When Resven got there, he ran a quick diagnostic before she even opened her mouth to explain.

"I heard. Kinda foolish...you're first-aid and psychology...not any of this crazy demons stuff...you coulda killed yourself back there."

She shrugged. "Right risk for the right time. Can you rebalance my system so my current patient doesn't know the risks attached to that spell?"

The younger mage was already working. "He won't know the difference if the next time he's scheduled to see you is in a couple of days. Your body's going to pretty much shut down for the next twenty-four hours, after a stunt like that and the most effective treatment."

Quilae's eyebrows rose. "I can't do that. He's coming back in less than sixteen."

Resven shrugged. "You have a sign you want me to put up? Gone to Mithdelmar or something?"

She shook her head. "I don't have anything he'd believe."

"Then where is he? I can tell him the truth and save you the trouble."

She sighed. "I don't know where he is. He's a tall human with a posture that says 'If you aren't someone I want to talk to, you're as good as dead.'"

The sixth-order chuckled. "Oh, that one. He's yours? All right, I'll find him. You sleep."

Resven helped Quilae into her bed, before locking the door behind him and leaving her little corner, seeking out Chainer.

The Grobble had fallen asleep, above him the Fungi-Stone Federation were having a mass pitched space battle, lasers and things burst above him as another Condensation Imperium Battleship crashed onto the stone floor, a bug passed by the wreckage systematically eating the survivors who had little hope of escape, just a foot away final advancements on the ground were being made as the last of the Imperiums forts was assulted, The Grobble twisted in his sleep.

Chainer was headed back towards his room when he encountered a mn he recognized.

"Well well. Urza Planeswalker. What are YOU doing here?"

"Ah. Chainer. The self-styled Dementia Master. I should have known I would find you here eventually."

"Do not presume to judge me. Fratricide. My crimes are many, but none are so base as those of which YOU are guilty."

"Chainer, you are a fool. You think that my Mirari makes you my equal, but you are quite wrong..."

The sounds of argument ahead were evident, and Resven nearly groaned. He wanted to find Quila's patient and just TELL him so there wasn't trouble in the morning.

But the Gray-Class were also arbitrators, especially in a place where an argument could potentially result in loss of life.

So, as that happened, he ran into not one, but two tall humans with the attitude described.

He sighed.

"Pardon me, but does either of you know Quilae? Well, better question, are either of you Quilae's current long-term patient?"

The sounds of argument ahead were evident, and Resven nearly groaned. He wanted to find Quila's patient and just TELL him so there wasn't trouble in the morning.

But the Gray-Class were also arbitrators, especially in a place where an argument could potentially result in loss of life.

So, as that happened, he ran into not one, but two tall humans with the attitude described.

He sighed.

"Pardon me, but does either of you know Quilae? Well, better question, are either of you Quilae's current long-term patient?"

"I'm not sure who Quilae is... I'm someones long term patient..." He paused and looked at Urza, "Just shut up, before you even say ANYTHING, just shut up."

"I wasn't going to say anything. You are my creation, you are broken. I'll accept someone fixing you as best they can."

"Yes. You can make a race of your ultimate warriors and tools, but you can't be bothered to make us stable, can you? Worthless bastard."

"Hey, arguements are best placed in more amiable environments, especially where there are children wandering about. Quilae is a Fifth-Order Healer, about this tall..."

He holds up his hand to about his eye-level,

"And she banished a demon today. If you know her, I must speak with you. And you...if you're hellbent on arguing with this one, pick somewhere so that the geomancy kids don't get the wrong idea."

"Actually," Robin said, "I was looking for the one in charge of this Library."
"I may not be the archivist, but if I can, I'd be up to helping you." The man commented

Uriel had been walking when he came upon Chainer and another man argueing. He walked over to a nearby bench and took a seat upon it to listen to the argument while he stretched out and relaxed.

"Hey, arguements are best placed in more amiable environments, especially where there are children wandering about. Quilae is a Fifth-Order Healer, about this tall..."

He holds up his hand to about his eye-level,

"And she banished a demon today. If you know her, I must speak with you. And you...if you're hellbent on arguing with this one, pick somewhere so that the geomancy kids don't get the wrong idea."

"Yes, I know her. Is something wrong?" Looking at Urza again, "And I TOLD you to shut up."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"You just did! Shut up!"

"Yes, I know her. Is something wrong?" Looking at Urza again, "And I TOLD you to shut up."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"You just did! Shut up!"
Resven guestured to Chainer. Gone was the little Drow running a message to a friend's patient...this was a command.

"You, come with me. You, go wherever, but I don't want you talking to him again until his counsellor has a chance to speak with you first."

Chainer went with the Gray Class, surreptitiously flipping Urza the bird as he walked off.

"Ungrateful creation..."

Resven walked with Chainer.

"That you did not know her name disturbs me, but is inconsequential. I'm merely here to tell you that you need not bother going to see her tomorrow afternoon. As things stand, she's not likely to have regained conciousness, much less coherency. Miscasting a banishment while still having the effects work can have a terrible effect on the mage."

Resven walked with Chainer.

"That you did not know her name disturbs me, but is inconsequential. I'm merely here to tell you that you need not bother going to see her tomorrow afternoon. As things stand, she's not likely to have regained conciousness, much less coherency. Miscasting a banishment while still having the effects work can have a terrible effect on the mage."

"She told me she would be alright. That there was nothing wrong. What exactly happened to her?"

Shadow heard the arguing, for he had sharp hearing. He walked down, and witnessed it, from the Shadows, blending in with them.

He approached Urza Planeswalker after Resven and Chainer left.

"Your name is, Planeswalker? Does that mean then, you can get there, to the plane I long to be in, to find, and get to the legendary plane of Shadows, the Shadow Plane? If so, can, can you teach me, how to travel the planes?" Shadow asked.

He was not in his original outfit. He was in a set of robes. Grey, with a picture of a moon on the back. He still had the Black Lotus though.

"She told me she would be alright. That there was nothing wrong. What exactly happened to her?"
"She hoped she could be patched up from the mis-cast fast. Doesn't always work like that. Demon banishing is a very precise art. The basic spells are taught to everyone to test for aptitude...and then the most talented specialize in demon banishing. Quilae was not one of those trained further. Can you see the problems that could occur when she attempted to banish one, untrained and unqualified?"

Shadow heard the arguing, for he had sharp hearing. He walked down, and witnessed it, from the Shadows, blending in with them.

He approached Urza Planeswalker after Resven and Chainer left.

"Your name is, Planeswalker? Does that mean then, you can get there, to the plane I long to be in, to find, and get to the legendary plane of Shadows, the Shadow Plane? If so, can, can you teach me, how to travel the planes?" Shadow asked.

He was not in his original outfit. He was in a set of robes. Grey, with a picture of a moon on the back. He still had the Black Lotus though.

"Planeswalking is not taught, Planeswalkers are MADE. You do not wish to become a Planeswalker. Be content with your mortal coil."

"She hoped she could be patched up from the mis-cast fast. Doesn't always work like that. Demon banishing is a very precise art. The basic spells are taught to everyone to test for aptitude...and then the most talented specialize in demon banishing. Quilae was not one of those trained further. Can you see the problems that could occur when she attempted to banish one, untrained and unqualified?"

"I see. You say she will be well again in a day or two?"

"I see. You say she will be well again in a day or two?"
"She should be. If not, I'll come back and take her to Mithdelmar, where the head of our order can take a look at her. It was a foolish thing she did."

Resven turned to Chainer.

"You were there, weren't you? And what would have happened to you had she not banished the demon and killed the necromancer?"

"Planeswalking is not taught, Planeswalkers are MADE. You do not wish to become a Planeswalker. Be content with your mortal coil."
"I'm not mortal. I can do many things, but for some reason, I do not know how to go to the shadow plane. I cannot rest, I cannot be at my full potential. It calls me, beckons me. I must, I need to go there. I know I can go from one plane to another, yet I do not know how. I beg of you, as an entity that has not known five minutes rest for a very long time. Please, help me get to the Shadow Plane." Shadow said. His words were true. He had a sense of urgency, of need. A need that could not be quenched here.

"I'm not mortal. I can do many things, but for some reason, I do not know how to go to the shadow plane. I cannot rest, I cannot be at my full potential. It calls me, beckons me. I must, I need to go there. I know I can go from one plane to another, yet I do not know how. I beg of you, as an entity that has not known five minutes rest for a very long time. Please, help me get to the Shadow Plane." Shadow said. His words were true. He had a sense of urgency, of need. A need that could not be quenched here.

"I tell you I cannot do it! Now begone from my sight annoyance!"

OOC: Will someone please respond i need any one of them just to guide me

IC: Seeing as how this one has seemed to ignore him also he decided to move on. He went to a group of mages standing by the window and taped the closest one to him. Hoping for him to turn around and the rest to also notice Teji before he spoke.

"She should be. If not, I'll come back and take her to Mithdelmar, where the head of our order can take a look at her. It was a foolish thing she did."

Resven turned to Chainer.

"You were there, weren't you? And what would have happened to you had she not banished the demon and killed the necromancer?"

"I would have done it myself. She would have remained healthy, and there would be another stain on an arm already steeped to the shoulder and beyond."

"I would have done it myself. She would have remained healthy, and there would be another stain on an arm already steeped to the shoulder and beyond."
"That would make sense. To let you spill blood would give you what was to her mind an unacceptable risk of relapse."

Lucifer saw a man tap tentitively on a enrobed mage and wondered what he sought, and if he could help the man if the mages could not.

"That would make sense. To let you spill blood would give you what was to her mind an unacceptable risk of relapse."

"If you say so. I think we must disagree on that point."

"If you say so. I think we must disagree on that point."
"It is neither your view nor mine that is an issue here. It is hers. And medics sometimes do stupid things for the sake of their patients."

OOC:
Okay, everyone...this thread is very old, and very long...and very cluttered.

I am asking all of you to go back and delete all of your posts that are purely OOC. It lets the thread go on longer with actual story, instead of people at each others' throats.

I realize there are many OOC posts that have been made by people that are no longer with us, but I have something in the works for that.

"I tell you I cannot do it! Now begone from my sight annoyance!"
The shadows deepened, and Shadow was gone, leaving a feeling of despair.

"I may not be the archivist, but if I can, I'd be up to helping you." The man commented
*Snip*

"I'm Robin," she said extending her hand, "and you are?"

"My name is Costh." He replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you Robin."

"My name is Costh." He replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you Robin."

She glanced at the book Costh was looking at as she dropped her hand to her side.

"Pleasure to meet you as well," she responded while giving a polite curtsy.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she asked, "What book is that?"

"This is a book about culinery magick." He replied

"Cooking," said Robin with a tone of disbelief, "I honestly never even knew that such magick existed."

"There is magick for just about everything, thought in some cases it's easier to do it by hand. I know of a ritual that takes an hour, but it will turn out all the lights in the house." He commented with a grin.

Robin snorted with amusement and smiled slightly.

"Does it work on all types of lighting? Or just natural or artifical lights only?"

"All types. Natural, artificial and magickal. It even prevent's light from coming in windows." He replied

"It is neither your view nor mine that is an issue here. It is hers. And medics sometimes do stupid things for the sake of their patients."

OOC:
Okay, everyone...this thread is very old, and very long...and very cluttered.

I am asking all of you to go back and delete all of your posts that are purely OOC. It lets the thread go on longer with actual story, instead of people at each others' throats.

I realize there are many OOC posts that have been made by people that are no longer with us, but I have something in the works for that.

"That may be. But she should not have endangered her health."

"That may be. But she should not have endangered her health."
The Gray Class shrugged eloquently. "Should have, should not have...it's not the question. She did. There's not really anything more to be said."

The Gray Class shrugged eloquently. "Should have, should not have...it's not the question. She did. There's not really anything more to be said."

"I can see your point there. Is there anything else we need to discuss?"

The shadows deepened, and Shadow was gone, leaving a feeling of despair.

"That man is a fool... I have several Artifacts for Planeswalking, but none that are truly survivable. I destroyed a continent and gained near godlike power. What would this newest aspirant be forced to do?"

"I can see your point there. Is there anything else we need to discuss?"
"No. I was just telling you that your appointment for tomorrow afternoon has been cancelled. She'll likely find you when she's back on her feet."

"No. I was just telling you that your appointment for tomorrow afternoon has been cancelled. She'll likely find you when she's back on her feet."

"Thank you then. If you should happen to speak with Urza again, beware his soft words. They hide a Heart of Darkness."

"Thank you then. If you should happen to speak with Urza again, beware his soft words. They hide a Heart of Darkness."
"Quila will be the one that wants to speak with him...but later. And she can make up her own mind."

"Quila will be the one that wants to speak with him...but later. And she can make up her own mind."

"I will take my leave of you then. I hope that you have a good night."

"I will take my leave of you then. I hope that you have a good night."
"And to you."

The young Gray Class Mage disappeared, as though he'd never truly been there to start with.

"And to you."

The young Gray Class Mage disappeared, as though he'd never truly been there to start with.

Chainer turned away from where the Gray Class had been standing, and walked towards the room he had taken for himself. The Necromancers pet would be fine where he left it.

"Most certainly," Loki replied innocently. "I-I've never seen anything like it before..." he said bewildered.

"And never will again, not in this form anyway. Now, spiritual magick is similar in some aspects... but similar in others. You can apply many basics of magick to this form as well... but there is one important thing you must never forget: When dealing with spirits, you are taking energy at their behest, and some of them don't like it... I've known people to be attacked by spirits. When casting any spell of this nature, you've got to have respect in the forefront of your mind along with the concentration for the spell."

"All types. Natural, artificial and magickal. It even prevent's light from coming in windows." He replied

"One best have great night vision if that's the case," Robin said in reply.

"And never will again, not in this form anyway. Now, spiritual magick is similar in some aspects... but similar in others. You can apply many basics of magick to this form as well... but there is one important thing you must never forget: When dealing with spirits, you are taking energy at their behest, and some of them don't like it... I've known people to be attacked by spirits. When casting any spell of this nature, you've got to have respect in the forefront of your mind along with the concentration for the spell."

Loki nodded lightly to Eldrad as he spoke. "Umm... is there anyway to ask the spirits if they are willing to let you use their energy or is it trial and error?" he asked softly. "And is there a way to make a bond with a spirit so it becomes easier to call on their energy?" he added quickly.

Urza knew the boy wouldn't be put off so easily, but he wasn't here to make people happy. He was here to teach, and to do that, he needed to find the headmaster. He wasn't sure where to find him, but asking after him among the gathered mages seemed like a good way to start.

"One best have great night vision if that's the case," Robin said in reply.
"It wears off after a day thought." He commented

Loki nodded lightly to Eldrad as he spoke. "Umm... is there anyway to ask the spirits if they are willing to let you use their energy or is it trial and error?" he asked softly. "And is there a way to make a bond with a spirit so it becomes easier to call on their energy?" he added quickly.

"There is no real way to ask... when one draws on this energy, the spirits will sense if they are being respected or not. It is innate, and cannot be controlled... at least, in my expierence. AS to making a bond with a certain spirit, it's certainely possible. A loved one, or a close friend, make excellent pairings. However, you must realise, eventually they have to move on to the land of the dead, and even I cannot access their power there. So, any partnership or bonding you have will be fleeting... the exact length varies, so I couldn't tell you precisely how long you would have."

"Oh, okay," Loki responded as it made sense. "So... um... how do you actually call upon the spirits or their energy to aid you?"

"It wears off after a day thought." He commented

Robin gave a lop-sided smirk and made a quick chuckle.

"Nothing lasts forever," she said.

"Or at least few things do." He replied with a smile.

She ponders this for amoment before replying with a slight chuckle.

"You've got a point there."

"So as I asked you initially, can I help you?" Costh asked

Galvenor entered his offince located somewhere in the Library. He began rummaging through a file of forms and other important papers.

Urza approached one of the ubiquitous Drow, someone familiar with this placewould certainly know where to find whoever ran this school. "Excuse me sir, would you happen to know where I could find the Headmaster?"

The Pyromancer, a young male of about 200, looked up from trying to explain his magick to his much younger hydromancer sister.

"Galvenor shows himself when he wishes to...but you can try his office. Climb the stairs about as high as they'll take you, and it's the central chamber of that floor."

The Pyromancer, a young male of about 200, looked up from trying to explain his magick to his much younger hydromancer sister.

"Galvenor shows himself when he wishes to...but you can try his office. Climb the stairs about as high as they'll take you, and it's the central chamber of that floor."

"Bel'la dos ves mzilt waelin uss." Urza turned from the youth and headed for the indicated tower, resolving to speak with this "Galvenor" about taking on some students.

"Oh, okay," Loki responded as it made sense. "So... um... how do you actually call upon the spirits or their energy to aid you?"

"Same way as you would any other form of magick. Just remember to have the idea of respect for them foremost in your mind."

"Same way as you would any other form of magick. Just remember to have the idea of respect for them foremost in your mind."

"Oh, okay," Loki responded, "That seems basic enough."

"So, is there anything special you can do with it...?"

Urza stepped into the library, and began walking back towards the office of the Headmaster, he noticed in passing the conversation between tw people, seemingly a man and a woman, but he paid it little mind. He was more concerned with meeting this "Galvenor"...

Marill and Lady Ri-an simply waited for time to pass, with Lady Ri-an enjoying Mithdelmar's garden, and Marill reading up on sleeping spells to help her after her nightmare.

OOC: I'm still here, I'm just waiting for the next day to come.

"Oh, okay," Loki responded, "That seems basic enough."

"So, is there anything special you can do with it...?"

"There are certain things you can do with all forms of magick. And then of course there are the abilities that belong solely to that type. In this case... possession. A skill that you should not attempt lightly."

"What... what does possession do?" Loki asked as he marvelled at the possible ideas that shot through his head.

Eldrad frowned at him,"Don't even think about it. I know what you are considering, and the answer is no. It's disrepectful for one thing, and dishonourable for another. No, possession works by allowing the wielder to, temporarily, take control of the motor functions of his opponent. It's very useful, as it can prevent them from attacking you, giving you time to prepare another attack."

Eldrad frowned at him,"Don't even think about it. I know what you are considering, and the answer is no. It's disrepectful for one thing, and dishonourable for another. No, possession works by allowing the wielder to, temporarily, take control of the motor functions of his opponent. It's very useful, as it can prevent them from attacking you, giving you time to prepare another attack."

Huh? Loki thought as Eldrad frowned at him. What was he talking about...?

"Um... okay..." he said, slightly confused.

Teji again turned around from this group of mages. How exactly one of his stature could be so overlooked was a mystery to him. He decided that they must be ignoring him for something he did not understand. Was it because he was a troll? He decided to try another group of mages at the table in the center right side of the dining hall. Perhaps they would be more accommodating to his request. So he walked over to them and said, "Um excuse me but do any of you teach spirit magick? I am in need of a teacher."

"So as I asked you initially, can I help you?" Costh asked

"Well," Robing replied, "I was going to ask the person in charge of the library to help me find out if there are books on a particular topic of interest for me in here."

"What subject is that, I may be able to help." Costh commented

"As far as I know, its quite similar to something called Witchcraft in places, but I've only heard it referred to as the Craft," she says, "it involves magickal symbols, circles of power, and other such things."

OOC: Basically, a little vodoo (like those little dolls), a little witchcraft, basically the cannon stuff.

Finding the devient wayward form that was so much trying not to be located, Galvenor grabbed it before it tried to hide again.

"Aha, There you are."

After securing the paper, he turned to leave his office.

"As far as I know, its quite similar to something called Witchcraft in places, but I've only heard it referred to as the Craft," she says, "it involves magickal symbols, circles of power, and other such things."

OOC: Basically, a little vodoo (like those little dolls), a little witchcraft, basically the cannon stuff.
"I think I may know a few books that might help. Right this way." He said as he headed into down the row.

Huh? Loki thought as Eldrad frowned at him. What was he talking about...?

"Um... okay..." he said, slightly confused.

"Allow me to demonstrate."

He conjured up a figure,"This is a golem. It can't hurt you unless I tell it too."

He cast a spell, which seemed to materialise like a thin white mist from his fingertips, sinking finger-like tendrils into the golem's head. Suddenly, the creature came to life, and Eldrad had his eyes closed in concentration. The only notice that he was still alive was the constant movement of the eyes beneath the lids. The golem did a number of movements, before Eldrad opened his eyes and the creature stood stock still, the mist evaporating.

"I think I may know a few books that might help. Right this way." He said as he headed into down the row.

Robin followed after him.

Finding the devient wayward form that was so much trying not to be located, Galvenor grabbed it before it tried to hide again.

"Aha, There you are."

After securing the paper, he turned to leave his office.

Urza saw the man emerging from the office, and assumed he was the "Galvenor" the youn Drow had mentioned. "Excuse me. Am I right in assuming you are the headmaster of this school?"

"Allow me to demonstrate."

He conjured up a figure,"This is a golem. It can't hurt you unless I tell it too."

He cast a spell, which seemed to materialise like a thin white mist from his fingertips, sinking finger-like tendrils into the golem's head. Suddenly, the creature came to life, and Eldrad had his eyes closed in concentration. The only notice that he was still alive was the constant movement of the eyes beneath the lids. The golem did a number of movements, before Eldrad opened his eyes and the creature stood stock still, the mist evaporating.

"Cool!" Loki shouted in excitement; creating a golem seemed like a neat trick (and useful).

"So... do I just concentrate on conjuring the golem... and it happens?"

Robin followed after him.
Costh reached a section of the book racks, and pulled a few off the shelf. "Are these what you are looking for?"

Costh reached a section of the book racks, and pulled a few off the shelf. "Are these what you are looking for?"

IC: Robin took the first one and flipped through it.

OOC: Uh, what would she find in the book and what's it called?

IC: Robin looked up and said, "Perhaps we should take the books to a table with some more light so we can get a better look at them," she closes the book she's holding, "Want me to help you carry them?"

"That's be fine. I can manage." He replied as he carried the books to a reading table.

ooc: It would be entitled General Magickal Formulae: Inscriptions, and have general runics, alchemic, symbology, a bit of stuff concerning the Craft and a few generally similar topics

Galvenor looked the strange individual over before answering.

"Yes, that is one of my many titles I seem to have. What can I do for you?"

It took Urza a moment to realize Galvenor didn't speak, and he was hearing his voice in his head.

"That's be fine. I can manage." He replied as he carried the books to a reading table.

ooc: It would be entitled General Magickal Formulae: Inscriptions, and have general runics, alchemic, symbology, a bit of stuff concerning the Craft and a few generally similar topics

OOC: Thanks. Understood.

IC: Robin just shrugged and followed along with the book she already held. She had re-opened it to a page that had caught her attention earlier when they got to the table. She set it down and pointed to the diagram on the page.

"This Circle Of Far Sight sounds interesting," she says.

OOC: Or would that be in a different book?

"Cool!" Loki shouted in excitement; creating a golem seemed like a neat trick (and useful).

"So... do I just concentrate on conjuring the golem... and it happens?"

"Basically. The golem can then be used as a means to an end, and it can also be used from a distance. That is the most useful aspect. I apologise for hurrying you along, but soon we will be unable to leave this place."

"Basically. The golem can then be used as a means to an end, and it can also be used from a distance. That is the most useful aspect. I apologise for hurrying you along, but soon we will be unable to leave this place."

"Okay, I get it, I think," Loki said slowly as his mind wrapped around the idea.

"It's no problem, I would rather be hurried than stuck here," he smiled.


OOC: Congrats to all on the 1000th page.

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Costh glanced at the page, "It has the formulae for the casting of it, as well as the usual cautionary lables, theorums and general usages so it should be castable." He commented

"Okay, I get it, I think," Loki said slowly as his mind wrapped around the idea.

"It's no problem, I would rather be hurried than stuck here," he smiled.


OOC: Congrats to all on the 1000th page.

"The pressure should serve to focus your thoughts. Now, concentrate on the image of a golem in your mind. Give it form, and then control it by the power of the spirits."

Galvenor looked the strange individual over before answering.

"Yes, that is one of my many titles I seem to have. What can I do for you?"

It took Urza a moment to realize Galvenor didn't speak, and he was hearing his voice in his head.

"I am an Artificer. I came here looking for a position, since my last school was inconveniently discorporated."

"The pressure should serve to focus your thoughts. Now, concentrate on the image of a golem in your mind. Give it form, and then control it by the power of the spirits."

"Alright," Loki said with a nod of the head, his oversized hat flopping gently.

He closed his eyes and began to focus all of his might on the task at hand. He began picturing a golem in his mind similar to that he had seen Eldrad produce.

It soon began taking form nearby as Loki intensified his concentration...

Galvenor again looked the Artifactor over.

"Please step into my office so we can talk."

Galvenor gestured toward the door he had just used.

Galvenor again looked the Artifactor over.

"Please step into my office so we can talk."

Galvenor gestured toward the door he had just used.

Urza entered the office quietly. Whjatever the Headmaster wanted to know, he would discover in time.

Galvenor sat at his desk. He painted to the cair opposite him and waited for the stranger to sit. On the wall, a clocked ticked backwards. The sunset shone through the windows even though it was clearly before noon.

Galvenor leaned forward to look at the person seated opposite him.

"We are honored you wish to become part of the faculty here. So, tell me about yourself. A good place to stary is who you are"

Galvenor listened to what the stranger said.

Galvenor sat at his desk. He painted to the cair opposite him and waited for the stranger to sit. On the wall, a clocked ticked backwards. The sunset shone through the windows even though it was clearly before noon.

Galvenor leaned forward to look at the person seated opposite him.

"We are honored you wish to become part of the faculty here. So, tell me about yourself. A good place to stary is who you are"

Galvenor listened to what the stranger said.

"I am Urza Planeswalker, Artificer and former master of the School of Artifice on Tolaria."

Costh glanced at the page, "It has the formulae for the casting of it, as well as the usual cautionary lables, theorums and general usages so it should be castable." He commented

Robin asked, with a hint of youthful eagerness, "Got any chalk on you?"

"I believe I do." He replied as he fished around in his pockets and came out with a pitted peice of pink chalk. "Would this do?"

Galvenor recognized the name. He could also tell if Urza was lying.

"Why would you want to teach here if you were the headmaster of your own college? What would you be teaching our students? What troubles might you bring to our walls?"

Galvenor recognized the name. He could also tell if Urza was lying.

"Why would you want to teach here if you were the headmaster of your own college? What would you be teaching our students? What troubles might you bring to our walls?"