Knighthaven Academy [A Medieval RP] ((O/A))

[Curious Mermaid Ariel]

~Eiowyn Farcadias~

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Eiowyn walked beside her new companion through the halls of the school. As the breeze blew through her hair ever so gently, she smiled calmly, enjoying the soft sweeping sensation.
As they arrived in his dorm, she looked about for a moment. It wasn't too fancy, but very homely-looking; if that was how her dorm looked, she'd feel very comfortable. She nodded in response to his question.
As he equipped the gauntlet, she noticed how it emanated a warm vibration, like a fire in a fireplace. She could feel the warmth from her head to her toes...It radiated heat.
As they walked out the door, she grabbed her staff from off her back. She wanted to be prepared for her class.
"S-so..." she said as they walked, her eyes on the floor. She wasn't really one for starting a conversation.

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[-Astral Kyouki-]

Celora Dusseau, Headmistress
Princess of Senokia

"All voices encounter light and lead to shadow
As history repeats itself
The thumping sound of the infinite world resounds
To declare the end"

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Celora turned her attention to the brave-looking man who had saluted to her before she gave her speech. "Greetings, sir, and welcome. The only dark and somewhat damp place we have here at Knighthaven is our cave up on the hill yonder," she told him, gesturing towards the horizon where a rocky cliff stood facing the campus. "Perhaps Scabiethrax could stay there, although I hope he doesn't threaten the other dragons that dwell there or vice versa, and I'm not sure how they'll react to his unpleasant smell. If things don't work out, I'm sure we could arrange something else," the Headmistress explained.

She then turned to Galen, smirking down at him. "Peace?" she inquired softly, her smile only widening. "If history is written by the victor, then I highly suggest it become acquainted with me. A pacifist," she began, drawing a long sword from a sheath hidden within her regal cloak, "is not a weakling!" Celora pointed the sword at the dark elf, and then thrust it into the ground as she stood there defiantly. "Since there will be not be a 'next war', I'm glad you are considering helping me out."

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Who I'm with: Aetherius and Galen
Where I am: The Courtyard
What's going on: Celora addresses the two men who speak to her.

[Ormagoden]

Saluting once more, Aether turned and began his trek into the wooded area surrounding the school. Upon reaching a suitable clearing, spacious enough for his mount to maneuver. He shouted in a voice that could carry across battlefields, "Scabiethrax!" and waited. If it was eating there may be a slight delay, but it would surely find its way to him in time.

Setting himself upon the ground he took stock of the people he'd noticed. A particularly loud boy, a shy white mage, a relatively powerful witch, an elf of nefarious background, and a woman of unknown origin. This could make for a daunting social exercise.

Scabiethrax leaped into the clearing, four webbed feet slamming harshly into soft ground. The concussive force would've knocked over a man not so used to it. Spotting the remains of a small deer in the tripartite maw of his mount, he patted it on the flank in a congratulatory manner before scrambling up into the ramshackle saddle he'd put together. The ooze secreted from the beasts' skin hissed angrily at his gauntlets as he climbed.

He was immune to the toxins that'd invaded his glove and sloshed around his fingertips. They would do him no more harm than a numbing sensation. A resistance built by years of braving the toxins of much larger, more potent creatures such as Bubos.

Scabiethrax hopped forwards, steered by the spurs on Aetherius' boots. Though cruelly spiked and jagged, the beast barely registered the contact besides as a source of direction. Toad dragons were notorious for their pain tolerance. At the entrance to the cave, Aether pointed an armored finger into the cave and spoke in a clear tone, "Rest."

Aetherius himself turned from the mouth of the cave and proceeded into the dorm rooms. He removed his shining armor in favor of a simple vest and trousers, and his mace remained strapped to his side. His muscular torso was emphasized by the cut of the vest. From there, he ventured out into the halls to find someone to acquaint himself with. He would be bored at this school should he only ever spend time alone.

[Flak sargent]

Galen smirked at the headmistress as he bent down to grab her sword. "I'm no pacifist nor do i have strong loyalty towards either country I figure this will be my last fight so to speak so will assist you in any way" He said walking to her staring her in the eyes then started to observe her sword. "Truthfully I'm excitedly curious of how this peace will turn out. Though it will probably suck for me since I really have no useful skills for peace being taught only to fight and all but it'll be a sight to see it happen"he said with a smile then sheathed her sword before stepping back away from her back to Aean.

[-Astral Kyouki-]

Celora Dusseau, Headmistress
Princess of Senokia

"All voices encounter light and lead to shadow
As history repeats itself
The thumping sound of the infinite world resounds
To declare the end"

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Celora watched in awe as Aether summoned Scabiethrax. The beast's size and species were what caught her attention; she had never seen anything of the sort. She watched as the young dragonlord rode off up to the cave, disappearing from sight. She smiled a bit. Compared to several of the students here, especially the elf standing in front of her, he didn't seem half bad.

The princess narrowed her eyes at Galen, the fury inside her rising. "If you want to help," she said, her voice like ice, "then I'm sure your hand has more uses than just to hold a weapon. Maybe I should make a writing class just for you. You could write all the peace treaties for us!" The Headmistress laughed, enjoying the prospect. She would love to see the assassain be transformed into a scribe for such a purpose. Although I have to admit, she thought, the fact that he claims no loyalty to a country is helpful. I won't be seeing him getting in any fights with other students, I bet! Celora turned around and sighed, tightly gripping the hilt of her sword and unsheathing it again. How dare that b*****d take hold of a princess's weapon! she thought angrily, and swung the sword at a nearby branch, cutting it off. I really wish he were here now... The realization made her a bit sad. That man who had been with her all these years, but who wasn't with her now...Pushing the thought away, she headed for the training field, preparing to teach Mage class.

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Who I'm with: Galen
Where I am: The Courtyard
What's going on: Celora watches Aetherius leave and gets mad because of Galen.

[Neko Eagle]

Eagle Skye Auditore

"My Father was a hero..."

Eagle walked outside with Eiowyn, and closed the door. He was having a good time with her. Is time like this when Eagle just wished they last forever.

Eagle noticed she was being shy again. That was really cute. Eagle smiled warmly, and had an idea. "Hey, how about if I-" he was talking, until he heard someone yelling from the girls dorms.

Eagle's heroic instinct automatically activated. "Go to class, i'll meet you later over there. I'm going to check what's wrong at the girls dorm." he told Eiowyn. The way he said it, it didn't sound like a command, more like an advice.

Eagle puts his hood on, and takes his sword out. "I'll see you in a couple of minutes." he said, as he began to run to the girls dorm, holding his sword with his right hand.

After reaching the girls dorms, Eagle began to walk slowly, holding his sword tightly. He only remember a girl's voice, yelling.

After walking for a couple of seconds, he saw the Necromancer, Lilithica, struggling to get up. "Lilithica!" yelled Eagle, and run to her, still holding his sword with his right hand. He stood in front of her, and got down on one of his knees, and with his left hand, he grabbed her arm gently, and tried to help her get up. "Come on! I'll help!"

"I want to find out why he was killed..."

(( OOC: *Yawns* ... Happy New Year, everyone!! 3nodding ))

[Flak sargent]

Galen gave a small chuckle after the mention of him being a writer in times of peace. "Thats a bad idea of me being a writer since I cant write well nor put my thoughts on paper. Me writing peace treaties probably wont help with your peace talks but thanks for the offer though." he said knowing she's probably upset with him about his comments. No matter what the person status Galen was never afraid to speak his mind which got him in trouble at times. Galen pulled out a couple daggers and through it at the branch in mid air hitting it before it ever hit the ground. "No need to get angry at the tree since you're welcome to fight me if your stressed." he said as he watch her walk away lost in other thoughts and most likely still mad at him.

[Ormagoden]

Roaming the halls, he came upon quite the odd scene. He lifted a single eyebrow in curiosity. The orange haired warrior from before attempting to heft the dark mage to her feet. It seemed she'd been weighted down by her extraneously large weapon. He smiled at the image.

He stood there with a face shining with amusement. "Do you need some help, perchance?"

[deiji123]

Misuto Kuragari

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Misuto also heard the scream. She quickly got off from her bed and grabbed her dragon whistles and her big sword with a star charm attached to the handle and flew out the door to room 110, the room where she heard the scream coming from, and found the Eagle and shy Lilithica. "What's going on, Eagle!"she asked with curiousness and still floating 2 ft from the floor.




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[Curious Mermaid Ariel]

~Eiowyn Farcadias~

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Eiowyn stood there for a moment, wondering what it was the boy was going to say. She shook her head slightly and walked through the halls, concerned about what happened, searching for the training field where she was to begin her mage class.
She came across a wide open area, which she assumed to be the place. She patiently waited for her teacher to arrive.

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[Key to Pandora]

Lilithica Litchroth

"That is not dead which may Eternally lie, Yet with strange Aeons, even Death my die"

As she struggled to get up, she blushed deeply as she reallized the people gathering around... no doubt she would be the joke of the day now.
"Please help me!" she shouted out, as the strap on her back was too tight to remove... She was raised knowing how to carry this weapon since she was 10! It was apperant why her mother would not let her have friends, or company... but a mind must be flawless! She guessed it was a good lesson to be suspended on her back... It would teach somthing.
She looked at Eagle, the first boy, and farther down the hall, another! Not to mention Misuto, the young dragonlord from earlier...

Atamansk, the Myrbirth

"Come not between the dragon and his wrath."

It was a display of sheer speed and power; The academy looked so small from so high up, and became so big in so little time. Blaring wind, fogging clouds, and the sheer joy of the great open skies, greeted Atamansk, as he cleared his head from the sins of his past.
"Fly though there Celest!" he shouted as the great dragon manuvered flawlessly though the academy's towers and gates, causing a thick gale to sweep through the grounds, and only the feeling of glee, as the large beast roared so loud the whole land could hear her majestic cry.
"Lets see... What were we supposed to do today?" the Imortal asked himself as the great dragon flew directly above the school, spreading all four of its great wings and basking in the open sunlight.
"Oh yeah! Time to teach!" he said with a smirk. The great beast flew quickly to the cave and landed before it... Celest was a large dragon... easily the size of a three-story house, and she didnt seem to fit in the cave well.
"Roar!" he told her "Summon some students... I have some ground rules" he said with a sneer, as the dragon let out another loud roar into the sky, which echoed though the land.

[Neko Eagle]

Eagle Skye Auditore

"My Father was a hero..."

Eagle lift his sight, and saw two figures walking over. First was a red-haired male, and then, and then Misuto. "Yeah, some help would be good. Don't worry Lilithica, we'll help." he said, as he let go of his sword, letting it fall on the floor. He made Lilithica's right arm pass behind his neck, as he tried to lift her. Why does she weights a ton?! Lifting her would require some help. "Give me a hand, guys.", he said to Misuto, and the red-haired male.

"I want to find out why he was killed..."

[deiji123]

Misuto Kuragari

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Misuto sighed of relief. She ran over and helped Eagle with helping Lilithica. When half of the girls weight was put on Misuto, she almost fell down,"We need more help!" she said heavily." Maybe.... we should try..... and get the ...scythe off first!"




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[Ormagoden]

Aether couldn't help but laugh at the scramble. He stretched a bulky hand down and grabbed the scythe by the haft. Years of wielding a weighted mace and walking around in full plate armor had left him ridiculously equipped for situations like these. Gripping it tightly, he pulled it up, dragging the girl along with it.

A large weapon for such a small girl. He set the girl on her feet and kept a hold on the scythe lest it drag her down once more. His emerald eyes were alight with humor. Mages taking on challenges they couldn't handle was a common occurence at home, his fathers apprentices partaking in the action many times in a week.