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Yin stepped through the portal, and began looking around in obvious interest. He could see a lotus covered area around them, and he could not help but be reminded of one of the larger temples he had went to as a scareling. In fact, the whole decor of the place was reminiscent of the clan. It was...it was nice. To not have absolutely everything from the ground up feel foreign. Yes, there were certainly elements he was not accustomed to, but it was a marked improvement.

When the attendant bowed he bowed in return, all ears. This, all of the rules and regulations, the expectation of respect, was something he could identify with. He began to relax, feeling much more at ease. Perhaps here they would have some of the same activities, the same types of spars. The clothing was already somewhat familiar. Newly excited about the ordeal he followed along, ready for whatever was to come. Or so he thought.

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Tyalessa almost immediately noticed a difference in warmth from that of the death clan, since she was from a different school she couldnt go back to Amityville nor did she particularly want to because she eventually grew on the death clans culture, she looked round to see beautiful flowers she had never seen before, they rested on top of the water and seem to add to the calm and quiet atmosphere around them. The clansmen of conquest were very polite and were almost adding to the calm atmosphere, their robes were beautiful to Essa and the place made Essa just want to drift off and sleep. She followed willingly to the dorms, excited to see what those were like

(exiting)

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Hel was kind of having the same thoughts as Roch.

She really didn’t belong in a place like this. Much too formal, too delicate, too pretty for someone of her nature. It was that weird bond she supposed she would call a friendship with the Heir to Conquest that made her curious about this Clan though. That and there hadn’t been any Conquest Trials during that event at Amityville hmmm…Regardless, she was here, and strangely, she was glad to be back. After having a rather refreshing and insightful week at the Isle of Death, she hoped it’d be the same case here.

The ghoul rubbed her shoulder idly, and soon followed after the Horseman, eyes lingering on all the lotus flowers before she shuffled off.

((Exiting))

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Ulmuka felt out of place. He was still dressed casually, having just come from the war clan, but this new place was formal and he was very accustomed to that sort of atmosphere.

He was eager to bathe and get into his nicer clothes again. Shoes seemed to be back on the agenda. The strix had enjoyed War immensely and hoped that Conquest would be similarly educational.

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Conquest

The Ghoul stood quietly when she entered with the others, she hadn't shown up back at home during the break, as a matter of fact no one was really sure where the ghoul had gone till just this morning when she arrived again with the groups to enter the next portal leading to the other islands. Her eyes flicked dimly as they listened to the guide, towards the buildings around them. Passing over other students as if looking through them.

What had happened to her back on War Island still lingered inside her, could she trust Conquest or any horsemen? She had to find Invictus, she needed some kind of explanation. She offered a stiff bow to the guide before turning away and heading off on her own.

(Exit)

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With a soft hum of appreciation the ghoul admired her surroundings directly past the glow of the portal. She'd liked the island of Plague and it's residence, they had been very interesting, but here..? Everything was so elegant, shiny. In a way the Island of Conquest reminded her of home, though the racial influence was notably different. Similar, but definitely different.

She listened as their guide set up very clear restrictions on where they were permitted to wander, and when the time came, she obediently followed along behind towards the dorms.

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From the very moment she stepped through the portal, Riley's gaze was held by one thing, and one thing alone. There, in the center of the isle, was a palace. The very icon of conquest and power, rising up into the sky as if challenging the heavens themselves. Riley listened to the host, but her eyes never left the sight of the center palace, instinctively drawn there. She heard their host explicitly detail how they were not allowed exactly where she wanted to be, and her heart sunk in dismay. It was clear then, that her time at the Isle of Conquest would be a disappointment unless that changed.

She wanted it. She wanted in to the palace so badly, she could taste it on her tentacles, and every move she would make for the next week would be in an effort to bend the rules in her favor. She continued to eye the palace longingly, even as she took her bag and headed to the dorms.

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