NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: Quick note, I hurt my finger earlier today, so please be forgiving if you encounter typos, since my middle finger is doing most of my index's work. Its almost like writing left handed :P)

Rath is naturaly a very magical planet, being created from ether using magic as a source. Thus it only seems natural that the preeminent magical library of Blood Moon should be there.
On first glance, it is an interesting building, sloping walls of sandstone and marble polished until they shined. Of course, if one with magical talent was to look on the same walls they would easily make out the magical sigils swarming over the building like mice, thosands, perhaps millions of marks to ward off erosion and create the sheen the building needed to look the way it did. The main entrance is at the rear of the buildings open courtyard, which is between the two main wings of the library. In here a number of the younger, less traditional, mages and thaumaturgists sit, researching, talking and occasionaly attempting to curse each other into oblivion. The courtyard appears to have its own sun, or at least the illusion of one, because within it is almost always around noon on a pleasantly warm summer day.
Above the huge dark oak doors which form the main entrance, the word 'LIBRVM' is etched in gold on a silver plate. Normally this would be hard to see, but again, sigils invisible to those normal people make the gold stand out on the silver.
Once inside, many people would notice that the buildings proportions seem...wrong. From the outside each wing of the library appears to be about the size of a soccer field, and perhaps three stories high.
The central rotunda is quite nearly the size of a football field, crammed with information desks, maps and the assorted emergency equipment that only the bravest dare not to take with them. Stairways reach out from the center of the rotunda, engraved with a large Athenian-style Owl. Again, the buildings inside is changed from its exterior. Each of the stairways appears to lead to a wing, and there are perhaps twenty staircases spiraling out from the center of the library.
The stairways are crowded, jam packed with humans, Goblins and a number of other species, one feels that if one were to wait long enough, you might run into one of the fabled Hell Bovines (OOC: In tribute to the long dead nation based on those lovable cows of Diablo). Fortunatly the stairs themselves are wide and accomidating, long, wide steps prevent anybody from falling too far and enchantments soften falls while helping feet keep their grip.
Of course, the Great Library had started as a mere normal library, storing a few volumes in Rath, capitol of Rath. As it grew, the fabled L-Space effect kicked in, more and more books poured into the building until they reached what, in effect, is the book event-horizon.
This works on a simple principal:
Knowledge = Power = Energy = Matter = Mass
Too much knowledge in one place collapses the quantum waveform (so say the thaumaturgists), creating a space in which every book which has ever been written, or will be written, or was thought up but never put down and its creator killed, exists.
The mages had promptly taken over soon after the librarian was eaten by a rouge thesaurus.
Of course they had kept the less dangerous bits open to normal people, but even in these sections the less cautions frequently vanished without a trace, or left lots of trace all over the place. Regardless, they were never heard from again, or were heard from very briefly in a manner which caused some frustration amoung those trying to study.
However, the building was comfortably furnished, large leather bound chairs were in plentiful supply, low oak tables were easily procurable and soon after its transformation, the Libary was crammed full of enough wood to turn the entire Asian continient into a bonfire.
The newer sections of the Library house what might be called the 'easy' books, simple records, fiction and so forth targetted towards non-magical people, these WERE, of course, affected by the magical eminations from the books in the nearby magical wings, but they were not magical in the first place and thus only had a vauge sense of themselves and their purpose, and only occasioanly ate people or 'read them back'.
The...tougher wings were differnt, non-mages were only allowed in with an escort. The books were old and wild, not like the tame books written by modern writers. They were large, bound in leather, spiderskin, human skin, and a variety of other skins. On occasion, a shrill scream would echo throughout the cavernous halls of the Old Wing, and somebody would find a whiff of smoke, a pair of shoes and a book that was slightly thicker than before.
Amoung the most dangerous books The Necrotelenomnicon, The Book of Going Forth Around Elevenish and Tantric Magic by A Lady were kept under heavy guard, the latter could only be viewed by mages over eighty and, preferably, dead. Those books were quite possibly the most intelligent inanimate objects on the planet, imbued with some portion of the spirit of their writers in a way that a normal author could never hope to reach outside of a self-promoting metahpore. THEY decided if you could read them, or if they would read you.

However, not every wing was dedicated to books. As it grew, the Libary gained more than one purpose. It was now a combination library, school, museum and cafe.
The School was easily the most famous part, most of Blood Moons greatest had emerged from its hallowed halls, because the last test before graduation was to head into the Old Wing, read The Necrotelenomnicon and write a five page report on something cheerful. Only the best got out.
It was a tough life, but rewarding beyond any ones imagination.
This was definitly a school of a differnt sort, especialy considering that the guest speakers often included Gods, summoned creature and so forth.

The Museum was large as well, it had three wings to itself. These were packed with historical memorabilia, ranging from old cups to siege engines created by long dead races, and, this was a popular attraction, six Gods imprisoned by Charnel in small bottles.

There were other wings, places perhaps that no human or otherwise sentient creature had walked, mysterious hallways and shells of books that didnt exist except for a specific person. There were books that could not be read twice because they changed their contents every time the book was closed.

Sample of a book in the Libary:
Of Bysts Magical and Mvndane

To the reader:
This book is intended as a primer for the aspiring zoologist. It is by no means definitive or, I must admit, accurate to the last degree. It will be quite servicable for the student new to the art however, and perhaps an interesting read for those who are not planning on pursueing the nobel career of the documentation of such beasts as I list here.
(this goes on for some time, the author attempting to sound both pompous and humble at the same time)

(OOC:
I feel its high time that the mages in their high and mighty White Tower had some competition ;)
Basicaly its a semi-free RP inside a magical library (which is ALWAYS interesting, trust me), keep in mind that most modern technology (FT or otherwise) will NOT work in here due to the huge concentration of magic.
That aside, feel free to add anything you think would be interesting, as long as its charecter to a magical library/school/museum. Danger and adventure are welcome.

If you want to send somebody to the school, just post a quick description and what their 'job' is (Ex: teacher, student whatever). Preferably this should be at least a paragraph, but not a huge uber-long uber-detailed description.
This is open to any sort of mage you like, oriental-style, Discworld style, Garth-Nix Style, whatever, as long as they arent uber-godlike and capable of destroying their teachers with a wave of their finger.
Which leads to my last little regulation.
This is not a combat RP, there will BE fights, of course, deception and murder are part of a mages life, but it should NOT be the focus of the RP. Its a social thing :P

If you want to simply contribute a book, do so. This is free and open, if its a good read and I get enough 'books', Ill stick them in a zip file or perhaps a forum for public viewing.)

I will post again in a while, most likely once my finger gets better >_<
I also intend to eventually finished Of Bysts Magical and Mvndane, which I hope you will all enjoy.

I do realize that this will most likely drop like most of my other posts, but maybe this is the lucky one, eh?)

OOC: If you wanted to play with magick, why didn't you just come to WT? We don't mind another college of magick, but it just makes sense to me...in any event...I'll play too.

IC:
A young Drow mage (read: less than two and a half centuries) stepped into the library.

It was crowded, much like Hoeth, and had the same sort of feel about it...only there was no malevolence in the books of Hoeth...at least, none that this particular Red class mage had heard about.

"Well...now I'm here..."

He looked around, wondering just what exactly he should be doing now.

OOC:Its not that we think we're better than everyone, its just that four people with really good synergy happened to come together by Chance, or fate, and we just Can't seem to part ways. I wholeheartedly wish you luck in your thread. If you have been keeping up with the WT, then you'll see how much its changed. I will of course, be watching.

Two men entered the library, one looking old, with a grey beard, and slightly haunching, and grey expressionless eyes. His face was cold, almost freon cold in the sense that he showed no pity or mercy from anyone.
The other man, the term being used loosley was what looked like a 17 year old boy, body full of youth and slightly taller than the other man.

"Garth," The older man began in a raspy, but surprisingly deep tone of voice, "would you mind asking those nice, odd looking men over there where a copy of Halastaer, Kaliscos revealed would be?" He finished, pointing a slightly bony finger at one of the goblins by the desk.

"Yes master," Garth answered as he turned to walk towards a massive table, but was stopped by a quickly moved arm...

"Not by walking you usless dolt! with magic!"

"Yes master," garth replied, creating a small dove-like thing in his hand, and wispering it's meesage and it's target: an old looking bespectacled goblin over by a stack of books.

(OOC:
I was being sarcastic, I rather like the White Tower, its interesting but, frankly, its rather indimidating for ANYBODY to join a topic with 10,000 plus posts ;)
Anyway, it would be nice to have school competitions or something, perhaps you can teach your mages to play Goblinball ^_^

Bit of clarification on the differnce between a mage and a Thaumaturgist.
A mage is a person who uses magic for whatever reason, they are highly skilled and all that. They generaly DONT know exactly how magic works outside of some basic theory.
Thaumaturgists are mostly into the STUDY of magic and its practical applications, only rarely do they turn people into frogs and such. Of course, they are generaly quite capable of magic in trying circumstances.
Basicaly, Mages are the Jocks and Thaumaturgists are the nerds. Daemonologists/Necromancers are more of the Goths, and wizards are the preppies, Alchemists are the junkies and so on :P)

IC:
A middle aged Thaumaturgist bustled past the Drow, followed closely by a group of mages and fellow Thaumaturigists, most of them were wearing the thick padded robes marking an expidition into the Old Wing, most of these shimmered with sigils and marks similar to those that played along the Library walls, floor and roof, spells for protection and guarding, warding off blows and so on.
The lead Thaumaturgist stopped, turned on one heel and leapt towards the Drow.
"Ah, excuse me my good sir, you seem to be an able mage. Perhaps I could enlist your help? I need some assistance in recovering one of my assistants. Last I heard was that he had gone into the Old Wing to fetch a book for me. Unfourtunatly we got his mouse ten minutes ago."
The man held out what appeared to be a small clockwork rodent, a key protruded from its back, and its little glass eyes gleamed with some intelligence.
It said "Squeak".

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The Goblin looked up as the dove-thing fluttered into his face. The spectacles he wore allowed him to see the markings of magic and the vauge octirion aura that surrounded it as a black band, as opposed to the greenish-purple colour described by magic users.
The Goblin sighed. Mages were always showing off, and the little familiars played hob with his sensitive eyes, even without the spectacles.
"Da book is in da Middle Wings, da stairway on da right o' da big Owls left ear, follow dat til joo get ta da glass dome in da ceiling, den go left. Dis are where it get dangerous, joo watch out fer da books in dis area, and worse fings s'well. Der best idea is ta find da closest reading room and take a breafer 'fore joo go on. Once joor outta dere its 'bout a harf-mile ta da book joo want. Head down da cooridor in front of joo till joo find a statue of Squee da First, he's a short Goblin wif his left ear missing, holdin' up a sword twice his height and smiting a evil hooman oppressor fellow. Da book is on da fird shelf 'bout in da middle, 's bound in red leafer wit da title in gold leaf on da title, look out fer da books on eider side 'cause deyre nasty ones, Necromancy magic dey are."
The Goblin said all this in one breath, with the patience and experience that comes from people asking him how to spell things all day.

The Library bustled, as usual. Nobody took notice of the various small dramas being played out in the main lobby, until...
A brass sphere came rolling down the hall, it looked harmless enough, even the occasional gout of steam seemed relativly benign, only mildly annoying the few students of magic that got caught in the cloud.
As quickly as the artifact had rolled into the lobby, it stopped.
Paused.
Approximatly one sixth of the top of the sphere detatched itself from the rest, some hidden hinges acting in concert to draw it into the sphere itself.
A body popped up, semi-human in appearance, it had a brass body and a single red eye. One arm held the part of the sphere that had been removed, the other ended in a sharp spear or lance.
The device turned, twitched, and impaled a passing Necromancer through the chest.
Pause.

"ROUGE ARTIFACT! CLEAR THE MAIN HALL!"

The annnouncement came from one of the security mages, a big man wearing red robes over heavy steel and Octirion armour designed to stop both magic and metal.
The rotunda was suddenly almost empty, save for the security personell who were now there in force, a number of Goblins had also appeared, ready for a fight.
Muttering under his breath, the big man loosed a fireball, quickly incenerating the Necromancer (Most of the Centurions had poisoned weapons, and a poisoned gut-wound was not amoung the things magic could fix.) and throwing the artifact off balance. It quickly recovered and fixed the mage with its one-eyed unblinking glare.
At this point it was hit from behind by about ninety pounds of Goblin, which set about trying to rip its head off by jamming an axe blade into the joint and pulling on it very hard. The machine had a routine for this, and this proved lethal for the Goblin.
It quickly retracted into the sphere, decapitating the Goblin but also loding a head in its interior. The Goblin was (understandably) not happy about this, but it was of great help for the rest of the team trying to stop the rouge Centurion. On attempting to re-open itself, there was a grinding sound as of a Goblin head being turned into cruncy bits, then a breathless moment. The machine stopped, there was an increasing whine which steadily grew in volume. The machine strained, clearly the remains of the Goblin would not hold it for much longer...
Pause.

(OOC:
I was being sarcastic, I rather like the White Tower, its interesting but, frankly, its rather indimidating for ANYBODY to join a topic with 10,000 plus posts ;)
Anyway, it would be nice to have school competitions or something, perhaps you can teach your mages to play Goblinball ^_^

Bit of clarification on the differnce between a mage and a Thaumaturgist.
A mage is a person who uses magic for whatever reason, they are highly skilled and all that. They generaly DONT know exactly how magic works outside of some basic theory.
Thaumaturgists are mostly into the STUDY of magic and its practical applications, only rarely do they turn people into frogs and such. Of course, they are generaly quite capable of magic in trying circumstances.
Basicaly, Mages are the Jocks and Thaumaturgists are the nerds. Daemonologists/Necromancers are more of the Goths, and wizards are the preppies, Alchemists are the junkies and so on :P)

IC:
A middle aged Thaumaturgist bustled past the Drow, followed closely by a group of mages and fellow Thaumaturigists, most of them were wearing the thick padded robes marking an expidition into the Old Wing, most of these shimmered with sigils and marks similar to those that played along the Library walls, floor and roof, spells for protection and guarding, warding off blows and so on.
The lead Thaumaturgist stopped, turned on one heel and leapt towards the Drow.
"Ah, excuse me my good sir, you seem to be an able mage. Perhaps I could enlist your help? I need some assistance in recovering one of my assistants. Last I heard was that he had gone into the Old Wing to fetch a book for me. Unfourtunatly we got his mouse ten minutes ago."
The man held out what appeared to be a small clockwork rodent, a key protruded from its back, and its little glass eyes gleamed with some intelligence.
It said "Squeak".
"Sure, I could help you...but just to warn you, I'm a pyromancer...nothing fancy, y'know? *Noticing the rogue machine* just give me a moment."

He teleports to the machine, lets off a fireball in its face, then teleports behind it.

"Hey, over here."

The Thaumaturgist was about to thank the Elf, but didnt have time as he had to dive through a laundry vent, followed by three of his comrades.
The Centurion was only mildly negativly affected by the blast, a temporary shock to its sensors and a destabilized gyro. What the fireball did acheive was to carbonize the Goblins skull, allowing the machine to free itself.
With a 'SCCCCRRREEECCCCHHHHH!' it practically jumped out of its sphere and began to lash out at the Elf with both its shield and spear, innacuratly at first, but steadily improving as the noise cleared form its vision and its gyroscope stopped spinning wildly.

From outside the doors of the main hall, a low chanting could be heard:

Y Zowlcäwuf jdoflj
Xy owå
Ämnwyk Zäfl lynä
Mohfä xy
Zåfåh jdofä xy tmåjj
Åqz jymml jynufl ofnå
Y Zäfl hähf
Xy sewcaffä:
Ämnwyk xy lcåmä
Hun Zäfl tan sumä
Y yfkuf jyn
Lcåmä Zäf ufläh ljö
Sew ämmjyn åqz uxykzuj
Zåfåh jdofä xy tmåjj.
As people looked away from the fighting in the rotunda, they could see that the chanting came from eight perfectly identical persons, in white armor with shields interlocked around them. They were roughly 2 metres tall, though in their midst there was a "hole", either there was an empty space in there or there was a shorter person. Stopping a few metres in front of the doors, the Imperial Guards, for that is what they were, ended the last chant, then parted. In their midst was... a young man, no more than sixteen. Roughly 180 cm tall, he was nowhere near the stature of the Guards, though he was dressed similarily. He turned to the Guards and said something that sounded like

"Öjuwkä jymm lcuvvuj. Däf cämmäw uw fow jynuf ow yffu."

The guards turned and headed back the way they came, while the boy went up to the doors, with many eyes on him. He was about to go up to a desk and ask where he should go, when he saw what was going on. He stopped dead, not even flinching at the chaos before him. He folded his four arms on his chest.
Some metres behind him, two men stopped dead carrying a trunk that seemed to be very heavy, and it bore the sigil of Sonaj.

A lone woman entered shortly after. Coiled around her, was a rather Large Boa Constrictor. She had a Deer antler hopelessly entqagled in her hair, though it seemed to add decoration. three Long Pony tails went down to her Ample chest, and a fourth, went down her Back. Her skin was fair, yet tanned. She wore an assortment of various Hides and smelled of the outdoors. She was of course, a Druid.

she stood by the door, watching the Chaos, waiting ever so paitently for a chance to let her self be known.

The Thaumaturgist was about to thank the Elf, but didnt have time as he had to dive through a laundry vent, followed by three of his comrades.
The Centurion was only mildly negativly affected by the blast, a temporary shock to its sensors and a destabilized gyro. What the fireball did acheive was to carbonize the Goblins skull, allowing the machine to free itself.
With a 'SCCCCRRREEECCCCHHHHH!' it practically jumped out of its sphere and began to lash out at the Elf with both its shield and spear, innacuratly at first, but steadily improving as the noise cleared form its vision and its gyroscope stopped spinning wildly.
The Drow jumped back, dodging the attacks. "Hey, chill out. Not that I have any abilities to make you do that...but still."
Teleporting out of the way of an attack that was almost garunteed the hit, the Mage shook his head. "Well, this was not what I was expecting...but, anyway...pyromancy 203...when facing metal, always use hot flames."
So saying, the Pyromancer took a deep breath, drew in a quantity of fashka, and formed a cone of white-hot flame, which he shot out at the machine.

Firesong managed to walk into the room in the middle of an all out battle, he was a relatively experienced mage, and he did the first thing he could come up with, he called Lightning on it, hopefully a few levinbolts would fry the thing before anyone else got hurt.

The machine, now confused beyond any hope of recovery, began to spin in circles. The fire-cone had blow a hole in its head, knocking its sensor out. The lightning had done more damage, sparing into its boiler and evaporating the water there.
Seams bulged, a few rivits were blow out of their sockets.
Then the thing exploded.
Shards of metal and clouds of boiling steam issued forth in all directions, most were contained within the shield promptly thrown up by the security mages, and the few bits that got out impacted on walls, where they bounced off or were simply pushed out to be swept up by the foot tall mechanical spiders in charge of maintenace, who also begin to work on the pool of green blood spreading from the Goblins body.

"Alright, halls clear. RETURN TO STATIONS!" The big man bellows again, glaring at the two mages who interfered with his job, although there is a small amount of grudging respect there for being able to take down a Sphere Centurion in a single shot.

Suddenly the central rotunda is bustling again, the Centurion has vanished and things are back to normal.
The Thaumaturgist reapears behind the 'young' Elf.

"Anyway, as I was about to say, that would be great. You might want to get a protective robe, unless the one your wearing is enchanted or something...but I dont see any marks if it is. Anyway, you might also want to try to avoid setting fire to the books while were in the Old Wings, they can get VERY nasty around fire. Nearly took me arm off once."

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A Goblin in Library robes about a foot too long for him sidles up to the barbarian with the antler in her hair.

"s'cuze me, lady. Joo gotta check dat snake at da door a'fore joo go inta da libarry, da books don' like amamals. Dun't ask why, dey just don'."

At the same time, another Goblin in much better fitting robes sidesteps from the crowd in front of the boy, he bows very slightly before speaking.

"'Cha lookin' fer? Da sch-ool is over dat way, if yer gonna register dere, an' da main ref-rene desk is dere. If it somefin' else, find somebody in da yellowish robes, deyre da main workers 'ere."

The machine, now confused beyond any hope of recovery, began to spin in circles. The fire-cone had blow a hole in its head, knocking its sensor out. The lightning had done more damage, sparing into its boiler and evaporating the water there.
Seams bulged, a few rivits were blow out of their sockets.
Then the thing exploded.
Shards of metal and clouds of boiling steam issued forth in all directions, most were contained within the shield promptly thrown up by the security mages, and the few bits that got out impacted on walls, where they bounced off or were simply pushed out to be swept up by the foot tall mechanical spiders in charge of maintenace, who also begin to work on the pool of green blood spreading from the Goblins body.

"Alright, halls clear. RETURN TO STATIONS!" The big man bellows again, glaring at the two mages who interfered with his job, although there is a small amount of grudging respect there for being able to take down a Sphere Centurion in a single shot.

Suddenly the central rotunda is bustling again, the Centurion has vanished and things are back to normal.
The Thaumaturgist reapears behind the 'young' Elf.

"Anyway, as I was about to say, that would be great. You might want to get a protective robe, unless the one your wearing is enchanted or something...but I dont see any marks if it is. Anyway, you might also want to try to avoid setting fire to the books while were in the Old Wings, they can get VERY nasty around fire. Nearly took me arm off once."

"A protective robe might be prudent...these are enchanted, but I don't know what I'm looking at...and also, I'll try not to use fire...but that's about the only magick I weild. I mean, there are some basics...but I'm only a pyromancer. Nothing like the fabled Velkyn."

OOC: BMG, my guy's a Drow. Drow Elf, yes...but a Drow is a Dark Elf. Nothing alike, really, save in hearing and eyesight, and pointy ears.

"Thank you, I had intended to learn what there was to learn here, that will be very helpful." He goes off to sign up for the school.

"Thank you", the boy said, slowly lowering his head until staring straight into the goblins eyes. He then headed over to register at the school.

"My name is Tyrfas, Häkycuw of Sonaj. I believe the Emperor has informed you of my arrival?"

OOC:Err, not sure what I want to be educated to... That Tyrfas will be a student, I´m sure but what kind of magician I´m not... Something destructive, pain-inflicting or in other ways "evil", or maybe illusionary.Any suggestions?

"Thank you", the boy said, slowly lowering his head until staring straight into the goblins eyes. He then headed over to register at the school.

"My name is Tyrfas, Häkycuw of Sonaj. I believe the Emperor has informed you of my arrival?"

OOC:Err, not sure what I want to be educated to... That Tyrfas will be a student, I´m sure but what kind of magician I´m not... Something destructive, pain-inflicting or in other ways "evil", or maybe illusionary.Any suggestions?

OOC: First choice, Death magic or Necromancy, second choice, Healing.

OOC:Then Death Magic it is.

OOC:Then Death Magic it is.

OOC: I'd do healing anyway if it was me, if you know how they're put together, then you know how to take them apart, and how to do it in the most painful way possible.

OOC: I'd do healing anyway if it was me, if you know how they're put together, then you know how to take them apart, and how to do it in the most painful way possible.
OOC: But healing magick has more restrictions on it than does Death magick. Yes, my healers can kill even more slowly and painfully than even my Velkyn, they generally know more of the consequences than do the Velkyn, and are more hesitant to use their magicks to inflict damage.

OOC: Good idea. So I can learn two different types of magic? Nice.

OOC:
A rose by any other name, Kaymiril ;)
Could you please snip the parts of the quotes your not replying to? The page gets crowded fast. Thanks.
Anyway, voluntiers for teachers/students? Feel free to have been attending for some time, if you like.

On another note, would anybody oppose moving to an invision forum? It would be nice to seperate the school and such into different forums and such, it would require some planning, but I think it would improve things a bit.
That and we could start recording NS history ^_^)

IC:

The schools registrar glowered over the desk at the two aspiring mages. He was a tall, thin man. Very pale, with a thin, very unpleasant, mouth.

"So, you two want to register, eh? Want to be great mages, eh? Its not my place to discourage you, but odds are that your both going to die in your first year. 'Cor it doesnt get easier after that. Second years have the first years AND the third years tryin' ta bump 'em off. It don' even stop after you get out, so get used to using Olmarnedes Toxin Identifier on all of your food and drink, unless you enjoy dying a horrible death.
Anyway, heres your forms."

The man, whos long, thin fingers were apparently purchased at the same shop as his mouth, shove two forms across the desk, they appear to be quite complicated.

"Theres pens on the desks. Once your finished, bring them back to me and report for your school robes. Ciaus Scipii is the Master of Dormitories, so report to him once you have your robes and you will be issued a dormitory. Watch out for the stairs, they like to suddenly go flat and dump students into bottomless pits of acid, or snakes, or acidic snakes."

The man grinned, showing suprisingly long, thin teeth.

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The Thaumaturgist
"Ah, alright then. The robes are over there. They arent magical, but they are thick and have steel plates in them. You can get a sword as well if you like. We might need one where were going."

OOC:

The Thaumaturgist
"Ah, alright then. The robes are over there. They arent magical, but they are thick and have steel plates in them. You can get a sword as well if you like. We might need one where were going."
OOC: I've no prob w/moving to an Invision...but how are you supposed to challenge us WT folks all the way from there?

IC:
The Red Class (who still hasn't been introduced, lol) pulls on a robe. "Steel plates...yeah. Now I just have to walk." He grabs a sword, although his experience with them was limited.

OOC:
A rose by any other name, Kaymiril ;)
Could you please snip the parts of the quotes your not replying to? The page gets crowded fast. Thanks.
Anyway, voluntiers for teachers/students? Feel free to have been attending for some time, if you like.

On another note, would anybody oppose moving to an invision forum? It would be nice to seperate the school and such into different forums and such, it would require some planning, but I think it would improve things a bit.
That and we could start recording NS history ^_^)

IC:

The schools registrar glowered over the desk at the two aspiring mages. He was a tall, thin man. Very pale, with a thin, very unpleasant, mouth.

"So, you two want to register, eh? Want to be great mages, eh? Its not my place to discourage you, but odds are that your both going to die in your first year. 'Cor it doesnt get easier after that. Second years have the first years AND the third years tryin' ta bump 'em off. It don' even stop after you get out, so get used to using Olmarnedes Toxin Identifier on all of your food and drink, unless you enjoy dying a horrible death.
Anyway, heres your forms."

The man, whos long, thin fingers were apparently purchased at the same shop as his mouth, shove two forms across the desk, they appear to be quite complicated.

"Theres pens on the desks. Once your finished, bring them back to me and report for your school robes. Ciaus Scipii is the Master of Dormitories, so report to him once you have your robes and you will be issued a dormitory. Watch out for the stairs, they like to suddenly go flat and dump students into bottomless pits of acid, or snakes, or acidic snakes."

The man grinned, showing suprisingly long, thin teeth.

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The Thaumaturgist
"Ah, alright then. The robes are over there. They arent magical, but they are thick and have steel plates in them. You can get a sword as well if you like. We might need one where were going."

OOC: I oppose moving based on what happened to your LAST Invision forum, which is, by the way, still around.

Fiersong filled out the paperwork, and ignored the mans threats, veiled and otherwise, he had alot to learn, and he wanted to learn all he could.

He disdained the sword, preferring to use his blade, Need.

(OOC:
Preliminary forum:
http://s13.invisionfree.com/The_Great_Library/index.php?act=idx
We will see if it works...)

IC:
"Oh, dont worry. Its quite light, and highly resistant to magic as well. Just watch out for the acidic snakes."
The little group set off towards the Old Wing, it was a good ways off, an hour on a good day, but there were plenty of stops along the way to ask for directions.

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"Excellent my fine young 'friend'. Now, please select a House, that is, the one you will be staying in. Theres Hlaalu, Telavanni, and Redoran. Hlaalu is for the white-magic users, healers and such, people of the so-called 'good' disposition, Telavanni is the middle-road neutrals and Redoran is for the darker ones, necromancers and such. Dont think that you will get off easily joining Hlaalu or Telavanni either, because the competition is just as bad in those houses as Redoran."

(OOC:
Preliminary forum:
http://s13.invisionfree.com/The_Great_Library/index.php?act=idx
We will see if it works...)

IC:
"Oh, dont worry. Its quite light, and highly resistant to magic as well. Just watch out for the acidic snakes."
The little group set off towards the Old Wing, it was a good ways off, an hour on a good day, but there were plenty of stops along the way to ask for directions.
"Isn't there a map of this place or something?" The Drow mage had the feeling that he was the wrong person to be going on this trip...but there might be things he knew how to do...after all...a basic fashka drain usually worked on most anything with any will of its own.

"The Young lady nodded.

"I'm sorry, but I canot leave my friend behind. He has been my constant companion ever since I passed, "The Test". As to why I am here, I am here to study all you know of nature. The Great Druid of the Sacred Groves, to which I belong sent me away for a full year to learn and grow. My objective is to study another places knowledge of Every aspect of Nature, thus I came here. I promise, My snake won't do anyone harm. Sssilent Sssong promised. Is there a Garden I can study in?" The young woman asked.

The strangest thing of all, the Snake seemed to wink and nod in agreement.

The young woman began to grow antsy at being indoors, and thus began to play with her Lavender looking hair.

OOC: Hahah! Hilarious! Pratchett is a genius, as such are you, BMG. Erm... I would love to join, but my nation is neither magical, nor the right time period, since I play a way future tech nation. I don't know, could I say my character walked through a wormhole or somesuch? Or some haywire spell dragged him to the school? Preferably kicking and screaming?

(OOC:
I RP futuretech, since most modern nations dont accept flying ships and all that ;)
You could drop a psychic or something in, some people have those and they seem to be considered more 'legit' than wizards.)

IC:
"Maps dont work here, the shelves move, the stairs move, everything moves. You have to realize that the entire building is at least semi-sentient as far as we know, and it has enough magic in it to make it so that even if it wasnt, it would seem that way."
At this point the party was just entering the outer edges of the Old Wing. Books written (mostly) on parchment and skins. They had a glowering malevolence that the newer books in the other wings couldnt seem to manage, they leered.
And of course, there was the fact that the shelves extended 180 degrees above the isles, and the books seemed to be staying put with no trouble, like bats. The occasional rustle or flutter seemed to indicate their presence, until you caught a glimpse of the ceiling, and saw the books themselves moving around. There had been bats in this building once, but they had been messy so the books had got rid of them, messily.
"Now then, I think we should be heading to Magical Encyclopedias, since that is where I sent the boy a few hours ago, we might even find him on the way. Look out for thesauruses though."

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The Goblin grunted something about crazy magicusers.
"Fine, dats fine. Dere aint no g'rdns da I know of, mebe one in da old wing if joor lookin' fer it. Da rooms dere change lots, so ya neva know what joo gonna find dere. One time I foun' a whole room 'o fried beatles, et' myself sick dat day. Nes time I went dere, dere was nuffin, no' even a wall. Was a dropoff dere, down ta da Ancient Levels, an' joo don' wanna go dere."

From behind a partcularly unpleasant-looking shelf emerged a gnarled and gaunt looking man, about 6 feet tall wearing the stereotypical necromancer's black robe.

"New students... Goody."

The look on his face showed he intended to have some fun with them. Perhaps a construct of rat flesh to chase them down the corridors whilst squeaking some kind of musical number.
He shuffled towards more unpleasant books, opened one, and settled down, reading about something incredibly malicious.

OOC:Snip
On another note, would anybody oppose moving to an invision forum?
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OOC: I´ll check in right away.

IC:
Tyrfas accepted the form without another look at the long, thin themed man (:P). He then went over to the desk, grabbed a pencil in each right hand, and started filling out the form. After handing back the finished form, he went over to Ciaus Scipii. After listening to his introduction to the houses, he answered:
"Redoran will suit me best, I believe.", his eyes seeming to look at something behind Scipii.

EDIT: Lol :P Sorry, fixed it...

(OOC:
I RP futuretech, since most modern nations dont accept flying ships and all that ;)
You could drop a psychic or something in, some people have those and they seem to be considered more 'legit' than wizards.)

IC:
"Maps dont work here, the shelves move, the stairs move, everything moves. You have to realize that the entire building is at least semi-sentient as far as we know, and it has enough magic in it to make it so that even if it wasnt, it would seem that way."
At this point the party was just entering the outer edges of the Old Wing. Books written (mostly) on parchment and skins. They had a glowering malevolence that the newer books in the other wings couldnt seem to manage, they leered.
And of course, there was the fact that the shelves extended 180 degrees above the isles, and the books seemed to be staying put with no trouble, like bats. The occasional rustle or flutter seemed to indicate their presence, until you caught a glimpse of the ceiling, and saw the books themselves moving around. There had been bats in this building once, but they had been messy so the books had got rid of them, messily.
"Now then, I think we should be heading to Magical Encyclopedias, since that is where I sent the boy a few hours ago, we might even find him on the way. Look out for thesauruses though."
"A library that actually tries to get you lost...and I thought Hoeth was bad. Chathdelmar...occasionally someone who wasn't paying attention would walk into a flame illusion...but nothing like this."

The Red-Class looked up at the books that were hanging there, like the har'ol creatures that would occasionally emerge from the caverns that were believed to lead back down to the Underdark. They were generally seen as malevolent.

"Right, so, Encyclopedias, but watch out for Thesauruses. Got it."

(OOC:
Preliminary forum:
http://s13.invisionfree.com/The_Great_Library/index.php?act=idx
We will see if it works...)

IC:
"Oh, dont worry. Its quite light, and highly resistant to magic as well. Just watch out for the acidic snakes."
The little group set off towards the Old Wing, it was a good ways off, an hour on a good day, but there were plenty of stops along the way to ask for directions.

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"Excellent my fine young 'friend'. Now, please select a House, that is, the one you will be staying in. Theres Hlaalu, Telavanni, and Redoran. Hlaalu is for the white-magic users, healers and such, people of the so-called 'good' disposition, Telavanni is the middle-road neutrals and Redoran is for the darker ones, necromancers and such. Dont think that you will get off easily joining Hlaalu or Telavanni either, because the competition is just as bad in those houses as Redoran."

IC: "Ha, ha ,ha. Don't forget about Master Nerevar's house, Indoril. For battlemages and the like. War wizards." A roughly 10 foot tall creature said, stepping out of the shadows. A biped, he had mandabiles. He had huge muscles, unusual for wizards. He leaned on a glowing staff. The humans looked longingly at it. " Trebonius Artanious' staff. I killed the arch-mage of a guild for it. It was quite a struggle. I used Magebane, a sword used to kill wizards. If you want to look at quite a collection of magical artifacts, use this map to get to Master Nerevar's study. But do not touch anything for it has enchantments." "Hmph. Your master has nothing. He is very weak. I have defeated him before." " Raistlin! what are you doing here? And remember, you only won because Lord Nerevar tripped on a rabbit that was let loose by your pupil. Who was so cowardly he would not even enter Lord Nerevar's study?" "I think he still has the rabbit. Am I correct Nosa'?"asked Raistlin. Nosa' laughed " Of course! He has a fondness for creatures like that! I have to go. Good-bye."

OOC: The creature is an Elite. I am also using Morrowind stuff.

OOC: Well, I wouldn't mind having a mage, he/she would just never go back to my nation. So it would kinda be like my nation wasn't really connected at all.

(OOC: *Is Blood Moon*, just so you know.)

IC:
Ciaus was moderatly taken back by the sudden appearance and departure of the strange creature that spoke in so quickly in a number of voices, but paid it no mind. The staff had been pretty, but he had a better one in his office. Three better ones, actually, but that didnt matter much in any case.
"An excellent choice young Associate. Report to Magister Theyls for your introduction into the house. Feel free to walk around a bit, your classess start tommorow." The man is now significantly more friendly (sounding, at least), "Good luck, and try not to get killed before you start your classess."

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"I beleive I visited Hoeth once, an interesting place, and I must agree, less hostile. They didnt have Stilkens last time I was there, or Thesauruses. Ah, into the isle, take cover." The mages voice drops to a whisper as something stomps past, dust falling from the ceiling. "That was a Thesaurus, now you know what they look like. Lets hope we dont meet a Stilken, theyre a bit smarter and meaner as well."
The party trudged on, deeper and deeper into the shelves.
"Here we are, ah, and some evidence of our missing assistant."
A solitary shoe could be seen, just poking out from under a book by a shelf.
"OH dear, I thought I had trained him better. "Grymwlds Book of Malicious Bibliomancy", ah, and look."
The mage opened the book to the last few pages, on every one of them was a picture of the assistant, a look of horror and pain on his face, giving the last chapter of the book the flavour of the flipbook from Hell.
"Tsk tsk. Im sorry to have dragged you out here, my good Drow. Im afraid there is no way to get him out of there, even if we burned the book itself. The bloody fool deserves it anyway, dumb enough to try to read something like this by himself."
The mage reshelved the book, with some trouble because of the additional pages, as he turned, he stopped.
"Oh boy, were in trouble now. Look over there, top shelf about three rows away. Glowing red eyes are never a good sign, never a good sign at all. Can you give us just light? Without the fire we should be okay and you might scare it off. Of course, it might also viciously attack us, but its better than nothing. You two, guard the rear, make sure there arent any more." Two of the other mages turn and face the other end of the isle, although no eyes are in evidence yet.

(OOC: *Is Blood Moon*, just so you know.)

"I beleive I visited Hoeth once, an interesting place, and I must agree, less hostile. They didnt have Stilkens last time I was there, or Thesauruses. Ah, into the isle, take cover." The mages voice drops to a whisper as something stomps past, dust falling from the ceiling. "That was a Thesaurus, now you know what they look like. Lets hope we dont meet a Stilken, theyre a bit smarter and meaner as well."
The party trudged on, deeper and deeper into the shelves.
"Here we are, ah, and some evidence of our missing assistant."
A solitary shoe could be seen, just poking out from under a book by a shelf.
"OH dear, I thought I had trained him better. "Grymwlds Book of Malicious Bibliomancy", ah, and look."
The mage opened the book to the last few pages, on every one of them was a picture of the assistant, a look of horror and pain on his face, giving the last chapter of the book the flavour of the flipbook from Hell.
"Tsk tsk. Im sorry to have dragged you out here, my good Drow. Im afraid there is no way to get him out of there, even if we burned the book itself. The bloody fool deserves it anyway, dumb enough to try to read something like this by himself."
The mage reshelved the book, with some trouble because of the additional pages, as he turned, he stopped.
"Oh boy, were in trouble now. Look over there, top shelf about three rows away. Glowing red eyes are never a good sign, never a good sign at all. Can you give us just light? Without the fire we should be okay and you might scare it off. Of course, it might also viciously attack us, but its better than nothing. You two, guard the rear, make sure there arent any more." Two of the other mages turn and face the other end of the isle, although no eyes are in evidence yet.
"I've only been to Hoeth a little, train younger pyromancers that weren't Kaymirilian...for that, you go to Chathdelmar...and yes...Hoeth is a lot less hostile."

*Thesaurus dropped...student in book.*

"Y'know...there's a class of mage that's supposedly able to counter stuff like that...mostly legend, though."

The drow narrowed his eyes as the red eyed thing was pointed out to him, using his natural DarkVision to see.

"That doesn't look friendly, anyway...let's see...light without fire...this should do."

He snapped his fingers, then opened his hand, and a bright (1000+ watts) light shone forth.

His other hand was left loose by his side...in case he needed to catch this thing and drain all the fashka from it.

OOC: Tag; hmmm...That makes three colleges.

The Necromancer Istmaaren saw the druid, and was intrigued. He decided to follow her, to see what she was doing. He moved in the shadows, watching her, like a creepy stalker. He touched the ring on his finger, the Moon-And-Star.

"Excuse me. Are you looking for something?"

"Thank you", Tyrfas answered. Stillletting his eyes go unfocused, he turned and looked for Magister Theyls.

Valaina Telrúnya turned to the creepy necro that was following her.

"I look for two things, I look for this colleges knowledge of Nature, in all forms, secondl, I search for a garden to study in after I find things to study." Valaina said.

"Ahhh, a practitioner of natural magics... In my years of study here, I've never found a single expanse of green that didn't try to consume my toenails or other body part. Well... Not strictly true. There are large expanses of green, but they're made up of book bindings. You might want to try find an empty room and conjure some up, if you can."

[QUOTE=Dontgonearthere](OOC: *Is Blood Moon*, just so you know.)
[QUOTE]

Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind Game of the Year Edition, Includes Blood Moon and Tribunal
I don't know Blood Moon had any of the 5 great houses.
Oh, and Raistlin is an evil guy.

IC: Nerevar stood, casting a spell at his office door. He picked up a rock and threw it at the door. Three inches in front of his office door, it burst into flame. He smiled. Nerevar put on a few peices of fire resistent armor. He walked over to the door and opened it. He sat down at his office and began looking over some dwemer parts.

[QUOTE=Dontgonearthere](OOC: *Is Blood Moon*, just so you know.)
[QUOTE]

Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind Game of the Year Edition, Includes Blood Moon and Tribunal
I don't know Blood Moon had any of the 5 great houses.
Oh, and Raistlin is an evil guy.

IC: Nerevar stood, casting a spell at his office door. He picked up a rock and threw it at the door. Three inches in front of his office door, it burst into flame. He smiled. Nerevar put on a few peices of fire resistent armor. He walked over to the door and opened it. He sat down at his office and began looking over some dwemer parts.


ooc:WHOA! Errrmmm... Using Nerevar is... Cheaty...... Being all powerful, immune to disease and unaffected by the ravages of time.

"Ahhh, a practitioner of natural magics... In my years of study here, I've never found a single expanse of green that didn't try to consume my toenails or other body part. Well... Not strictly true. There are large expanses of green, but they're made up of book bindings. You might want to try find an empty room and conjure some up, if you can."

"Thank you for the suggesstion, any Idea of where I might find such a Room?" Valaina asked.

"Unfortunately, this place is very dangerous. There may be such rooms is some of the less well explored regions of the library. Unfortunately, they are often dangerous. You would have need of some method of keeping the books away."

Valaina Flicked her thumb like a lighter, Flame appeared on the end of her thumb.

"I Understand Books Burn really well. Especially older, dryer books." Valaina said with a Grin. The Boa constrictor slithered a little closer to the flame.

"Is it cold in here for you my Pet?" Valaina asked the snake.

"Just you try."

The necromancer managed a small smile.

"Oh, I can do more than this simple trick. I know of a spell called Body of the Sun. It puts the casters bdy in flames, they do not hurt the caster, but harm anyone, and anything that touch the caster." Valaina said.

"I bow to your superior knowledge. I do not know much about flame casting... Not my area of expertise. I usually end up having to stop flames. Hazard of the job. The undead are interesting, but not bright. Many's the time I've had to put out a flaming skeleton."

[QUOTE=GruntsandElites][QUOTE=Dontgonearthere](OOC: *Is Blood Moon*, just so you know.)



ooc:WHOA! Errrmmm... Using Nerevar is... Cheaty...... Being all powerful, immune to disease and unaffected by the ravages of time.

If you didn't know Mistress Dratha of House Telvanni uses necromancy to make her life longer. Immortality basically. And so is Vivec, yet I have killed him with a level 9 charecter. So I'll just reuse some other name to be in place of Nerevar Indoril. Just pretend its in there

The Necromancer Istmaaren saw the druid, and was intrigued. He decided to follow her, to see what she was doing. He moved in the shadows, watching her, like a creepy stalker. He touched the ring on his finger, the Moon-And-Star.

"Excuse me. Are you looking for something?"

You do know that whoever touches One-Clan-Under-Moon-And-Star is instantly killed if they arn't the Nerevarine.

You do know that whoever touches One-Clan-Under-Moon-And-Star is instantly killed if they arn't the Nerevarine.

YES. And I got there first, with my profile. So there.

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YES. And I got there first, with my profile. So there.
If you can use the Nervarine, I can use Nerevar.

If you can use the Nervarine, I can use Nerevar.

ooc:Confusing, phyiscally wierd and/or impossible but valid. Okay.

"I bow to your superior knowledge. I do not know much about flame casting... Not my area of expertise. I usually end up having to stop flames. Hazard of the job. The undead are interesting, but not bright. Many's the time I've had to put out a flaming skeleton."
Tyrfas emerged from...nowhere, it seemed.

"Burning skeleton?", he said looking up into the ceiling. "How interesting. I´ve actually never managed to put bones on fire without this napalm-like thing. Though they sure are interesting. A bit disturbing when your torture-victims wake up again though. It´s even more work trying to get a zombie to talk than a live sentient, you know?"

He then continued towards Magister Theyls, eager to start learning.

OOC: Btw, nice to see a fellow Magic-player, Warhaven.

"Torture? Good gods, what's wrong with you? i didn't ask to teach here to end up with some psychotic mage talking rather loudly about torturing sentients..."

"I was speaking metaphorically, calm down. I don´t even know what my Master, the Emperor, wishes from me when I return to Sonaj. All I know is that he required for me to learn ways to kill by magic, but I may as well be an executioner or weapon of war. Now, before you get all wound up again, as an executioner I would most likely work in the Arena, where my Master accepts challenges from people thinking to best him. The score is currently 3,451 - 0 in the Emperor's favor. I would simply put them out of their suffering so they wouldn´t have to be tortured or skinned or... Well, you get the picture."

"Hmmm... Well, I would prefer it if you did not speak of such things near me. When people see a necromancer, and hear a conversation about torture they usually make some assumptions I would much rather avoid. Well, I'm not entirely against executioners, you know. I could teach you some interesting things..."

"Very well, I will speak of it no longer, though knowledge is always welcome."

"You should meet me again at some point. There is much that it seems you would like to know. Many arts."

"There is. Knowledge and wisdom are two things highly regarded in Sonaj, and to be a sufficient servant of the Empire, knowledge and wisdom is what I will need. Something could most likely be arranged."

"There is no greater honour than serving your leader with all your heart. Even an unafiliated person such as myself sees that. I can help you serve your master well. Meet me here again at any point over the next few days. I won't be moving."

"Serving my Master is my cause. That is why I am. I shall return here."

With that, Tyrfas continued towards Magister Teynel (?).

Valaina walked off to the inner depths of the Library, found what she thought was a Room that was empty, but decided against it, when she heard a bunch of books on the ceiling.

Nosa' smiled at his new ebony scimitar. It gleaned in the magical light of the classroom. His two friends, the second and third best students, sat around him. The one, a dunmer, had a full suit of Her Hands armor and Shadowsting, a sword that turn turned the user invisible and poisened enemies, was sitting on his left. The other a Nord suited up in enchanted Stalhrim armor, carrying a King's Oath Blade, twirled a silver dagger on his finger. Master Aryon was teaching the rest of the class how to correctly repair dwemer centourions. Nosa', Uthatch, and Heldar already knew how to repair dwemer centourions. In fact, they had already started making a dwemer airship.

" Alright class, we're going on a trip into the darkest corners of the library. Go to your rooms and get your best armor and weapons." As the students turned to leave, Aryon called Nosa' up. " Nosa' I'm entrusting the staff of Magnus to you. You will lead the class in search of suitable room for sveral new magic users who have just arrived. Some of them are powerful, or come from High standings. Give them good rooms and seal them with this pyroil.

OOC: I'll finish tomarrow, or sometime

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Tyrfas collected his armaments, courtesy of the Emperor himself. He first put on the armor; Black, flawless steel sculpted to fit him perfectly, infused with several powerful defensive spells and charms, and strangely warm to the touch, it was quite powerful. Then he grabbed his sword, which matched the armor; Black, long and light blade, handle formed after Tyrfas hands and with the mark of the Empire on it.
He also brought a helmet, which had a mask made after his appearance, to give him good protection and a frightening look at the same time, though the mask was made in red metal, to make it stand out from the rest of the armor.
He then set out to meet up with Nosa.

OOC: Sonaj, Nosa' is leading the battle.

IC: Nosa' watched over the students and saw some trmbling, nervous, and a few looked sick. Aryon's best students, himself, Heldar, Uthatch and a man from Sonaj dressed in black armor, with a red helmet were leading the expadition. " Everyone ready?" he called out. " Yes, sir Nosa'!" They all cried out. " Let us fight, and may it be glourious! Let all who perish find themselves in the honer guard of the Great Journey!"


After three hours of exhuasting fighting, the class was down to 21 students, if you counted alive students. There was a multitude of books laying on the floor, most torn in two, or three peices. They had but one room to empty, and very powerful magic was in this room. "Uthach, Heldar, and... Tyrfas, come with me. All the rest of you, go back and tell Master Aryon that most of the rooms have been emptied. Heldar, ready your bow. Uthatch, get out that flame spell you know. Tyrfas, watch our backs. Alright, let's go." Nosa' kicked down the door. A low growling was heard, and Heldar fired his bow. A book that had come flying out clattered to the ground with a clang. Uthatch fired his incineration spell and a huge flame bathed the room with light. Nosa' picked up a spear from a fallen comrade and threw it at huge tome that ran across the floor. Three books flew at him and he pulled out two daggers and threw them at the books. The daggers hit two and they fell to the floor. The third was quickly cleaved in half by Utatch. A book flew down to attack Heldar, and Heldar pulled out Dremora Lord and about ten books attacked the Deadra at once. The Dremora easily cut them all down with the help of two more comrades, a winged twilight and a Dremora. Unfortuneately, they were swarmed by hundreds of books. Nosa' called out, " Tryfas, get in here!"

Wonders of Wonders, Valaina found a big empty Courtyard!

She walked to the empty center, ready for an attack, but nothing. She bowed, and prayed to Gaia, the Spirit of Nature itself, from which all Druids gained their powers, without exception.

She prayed in Druidic, a language only Druids knew, a language safe against interpreting enchantments, spells, and translators.

A green glow filled the Courtyard, and faded away. The Powerof Gaia would keep this Courtyard where it was, with access to the Rain from the Skies above, and the Light to go with it.

Valaina stood, and went to a pouch of seeds on her Belt. She went to working the Ground, with various degrees of Work in diffrent places, depending on what was to be planted. The Bare dirt seemed hard, and needed a Druids caring touch.

Eventually, the Courtyard would become a beautiful Garden.

OOC: Sorry, edited it.

IC: Tyrfas quickly joined the battle, though he was already certain his magic could not do anything to these books. He thrust his sword straight through a book, but it was stuck in it. After a scream of rage, Tyrfas yanked the sword free and started slashing at everything moving with pages.

He could feel himself getting tired, and the sword started feeling heavier, so he switched it to his lower right arm and continued, giving the upper some rest. He also started chanting in Sonaian, a chant that gave him strength both physically and mentally. He couldn't fight forever though, and he hoped someone of the others would get 'em off.

Tyrfas had never been so ashamed of his magical skill as he was today, but nothing he could think of was likely to damage the books enough to be worth the trouble.

Nosa' fighting alongside Tyrfas, become enraged. His body started glowing, as bright as the sun. Hundreds of magical tendrils lash out of his body, whipping the books, cutting them into halves. He blanked out for a period.


When he awakened he was laying on the floor. He rose quickly to his feet. " Come, let us travel back to Master Aryon." He quickly paced to the door, then looked back. Uthatch was standing, clutching his side. Heldar was sitting on the floor, a bone sticking out of his right arm. Tyrfas seemed ok, but tired. " Maybe it is better if we teleported." He quickly pulled out a ring and whispered something indespherable. Heldar, Nosa', Uthatch and Tryfas disappeared in a cloud of light.

A few days later Nosa' sat down by Tryfas. " Tryfas, what were those words you were chanting?"

OOC: please respond, conversation style.

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OOC: Sorry, must've missed it.

IC:
"The words?" Tyrfas said. "The words... mean nothing to an outsider, and they would bring you nothing. To a servant of the Emperor, however, there is nothing that would give us such strength." He was getting pretty excited now, and he started to talk faster.
"Through it, we call upon the might, the strength and the wisdom of the Emperor. It hightens all our abilities, and all servant of the Emperor know of it. It is the oath we take when we bind our lives to his service. When we swear that we would die for him and the Empire."

OOC: Sorry, must've missed it.

IC:
"The words?" Tyrfas said. "The words... mean nothing to an outsider, and they would bring you nothing. To a servant of the Emperor, however, there is nothing that would give us such strength." He was getting pretty excited now, and he started to talk faster.
"Through it, we call upon the might, the strength and the wisdom of the Emperor. It hightens all our abilities, and all servant of the Emperor know of it. It is the oath we take when we bind our lives to his service. When we swear that we would die for him and the Empire."

IC: Interesting thought Nosa' as he chewed on some cooked meat. He swalloed and said, " I have never met a man that dedicated to one person, that he probably does not actually really know. Though I have dedicated my life to three things: my clan, my nation, and magic. And, where did you get that armor, it is very high quality. And I know Master Aryon does not give out armor like that."

"My armor? It's the most precious thing I own. It was a gift from the Emperor himself, and it was he who enchanted it. The most skilled workers in Sonaj made it to fit me perfectly, and it would fit no other man. It is also protected from melting, I hear, from normal flame. I have been ensured it can stop almost anything.
"And my loyalty to the Emperor is simply natural: He saved my life. He gave me a life... You see, my magical skills had gotten me into...trouble with some people. They were about to burn me alive when Imperial troops came, and the Emperor was in the lead of the group. It was an amazing sight: Fifty or so Imperial Guards, all over 2 metres, lead by a man who dwarfed them all. He stopped in front of the mob, then crushed the skulls of two men like tomatoes. The rest fled, and I have been in his service since then."

Tyrfas fell silent. Though this was exactly what he remembered, something inside him told him that it wasn't right. That something, however, quickly died, and he was once again certain of everything he knew.

"My armor? It's the most precious thing I own. It was a gift from the Emperor himself, and it was he who enchanted it. The most skilled workers in Sonaj made it to fit me perfectly, and it would fit no other man. It is also protected from melting, I hear, from normal flame. I have been ensured it can stop almost anything.
"And my loyalty to the Emperor is simply natural: He saved my life. He gave me a life... You see, my magical skills had gotten me into...trouble with some people. They were about to burn me alive when Imperial troops came, and the Emperor was in the lead of the group. It was an amazing sight: Fifty or so Imperial Guards, all over 2 metres, lead by a man who dwarfed them all. He stopped in front of the mob, then crushed the skulls of two men like tomatoes. The rest fled, and I have been in his service since then."

Tyrfas fell silent. Though this was exactly what he remembered, something inside him told him that it wasn't right. That something, however, quickly died, and he was once again certain of everything he knew.

" Those... Imperial Guards sound quite like an elite group of men iin my nation. All these men are about 12 feet tall, and quite strong and fast. I havee only seen them once, when a group of very violant animal rights activists assualted my clan. These men arrived in Comanches, an older version of the Helix. The activists..." and he began to remeber.

"Yes, they are the elite. There are several branches of them, from the Death Squads who are basically a part of the police to the branch known as Imperial Guards. That branch are a few selected to be bodyguards to the Emperor and his most trusted servants.
I myself have been given a squad for defense, something I am most grateful for. There are after all only a handful of people who have Imperial Guards at their command, and not very many more have ever even seen them. Most who see them are filthy rebels, and they only see the Death Squads, and they won't live to tell the tale..."

As soon as Tyrfas finished his sentence, his eyelids started to twitch a bit, but it was over in a moment.

"Uh, you interupted me, but anyways, what would you like to know about me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to offend you. Well, I don't know, what would you want me to know?"

"How about, powers, history, uh, anything really, it doesn't matter."

"Okay, what kinds of magic do practice, and for how long have you been in contact with your skills?"

" Well, I mainly study fighting with long swords, axes and martial arts. The magic I study would be necromancy, and pyromancy. I do a little bit of conjuration on the side. I have been in contact with my powers for quite a long time. I first came in contact with them during a period in the army, while I was training as a Mark. I accidentally set my drill sargents pants on fire. Then, some men told me to go here and train as a magic studant. I have been here ever since." Suddenly, a bell rung. "Oh, I have to go. See ya." and Nosa' walked off.

"Bye."

Tyrfas headed towards the entrance hall, knowing full well what he would see, and sure enough, there they were, waiting for him. He followed the Imperial Guards back outside the school, and they headed off towards their shuttle.

Two hours later, Tyrfas returned, once again as odd-looking as he had been the first time he came to the school.

Nosa' walked down the old hallways into the dorm that housed the more experienced students. Nosa' went into his room and began his project.

About three hours later, after a pyromancy class, Nosa' walked to Master Aryon's class. All the students were to do a project that was due today. Nosa' sat down at his desk, and pulled out a small cell phone. It was covered in magical sigils, and was on.

Mega-bump.