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The roleplay is begining, and those who are students will roleplay their entrence to Motar Gurr here, to meet with Raia, the head of Motar Gurr.

For those who are now winding their ways down the roads near Motar Gurr, the journy has begun.

Megamickel got up from his short rest, stretched, and turned toward the massive fortress looming ahead. He had been in this world for a few years, but he had still not gotten used to the size of Motar Gurr. It was by far one of the largest fortresses, if not THE largest, he had ever seen. He had studied at Motar Gurr, yet had never managed to become an adept. His skills in magic were advanced, though he could barely wield a weapon. He had only the basic training given to him as a member of the royal family in Gralia, before his departure and Gralia's downfall, so he had a long way to go in the way of swordplay. He worked long and hard, and was finally able to swing the sword without excessive exhaustion, though he still couldn't beat any but the least skilled in a duel. For combat, he'd have to rely on his magic. Ah, but magic had been why Motar Gurr had attracted him in the first place! If only he was keen enough in it to match real magicians. But his instruction had been interrupted when the druidic circle in Gralia was disbanded, and he only had the very basic training in magic. The druids in Gralia were impressed by his quickness to learn it, however, and had sensed within him a great understanding of magic, and indeed intelligence in many aspects. He had managed to go through 5 years of study since he had left Gralia in about 3, and that was with only scrolls of knowledge, no mentor to correct him when he was wrong. He had to discover that on his own. That was another reason Motar Gurr had drew him in; it was a place to learn, to be instructed properly. He sighed and continued on, preparing himself for his soon-to-be meeting with Raia.

*Angura's body starts to form from the human figure of light, his wings wraps around his shoulders like a cape as he looks around with white orbs of light. His bleached oak staff clinked on the floor with a metalic clink as he walks into town. His naturaly white hair flows in the wind as he spits a few strands out of his mouth* "One of these days I am going to cut it all off."*. He then looks around and looks at Tashi and nods.* "Who do I report to, I am a new instructor and I beraly know this place." *His voice was stern yet soft, with his body relaxed and orginized to the exact.*

Gentium disliked the concept of traveling. It was too much of a hassle to walk long distances. This usually kept him in his rooms unless he had need to be elsewhere. But this transfer to another school was proving to be troublesome.

The transfer was more of an expulsion really. Not that he had deserved it. Gentium had merley pointed out an inferiority when he saw one. It was as simple as that. And his teachers accused him of disrespect towards others. But there had been nothing to warrant respect in the first place. It was frustrating that the teachers were so foolish.

As he neared the new palce- Motar Gurr, he sized up the tower he had been assigned to live in. At least he had gotten an out-of-the-way room, where inferior beings wouldn't bother him.

He had been instructed to go to the office of the headmaster when he arrived. Some elf named Raia. He set off towards where he was told she would be. As he approched the door, he heard papers shuffling inside. He knocked impatiently on the door, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

Lykaios surveyed the buildings that were seemed to glow with sunlight in the near distance. Motar Gurr.

Somehow even with it's beautiful architecture, and it's legendary reputation it didn't really send her into utter awe. In fact, she thought once you got past the glass and the ornaments it looked rather ordinary. The forests which she had called home, were far more beautiful in her eyes.

It was going to be her first year here, she had been 'picked' as a 'chosen one.' Why it was a honour to be chosen, she had never understood. Apparently, she had been the last to be found - in fact they would never have found her if she hadn't changed into human form and strayed from her pack.

And here was her consequence. She would leave her home and her pack behind to study here, at this place others called Motar Gurr. But she would deal with it, she wouldn't run away and she would graduate to become a Shadow Warrior.

It would be more difficult for her, she mused as she continued walking down the path. Most were apparently chosen at the age of 11 at the oldest, and she was nearly fifteen in human years. But they had accepted it and simply told her she would have to work very, very hard to catch up with the rest.

Which would she chose? She wondered. Everyone would have a dragon but most specialized in either weaponry or sorcery. It didn't really matter anyway, she would make the decision as it came - and she still had to get Motar first.

Changing into her wolf form - gold eyes and sliver fur, she slipped out of her clothes and tucked them into her rucksack. Then gripping it between her teeth she raced towards the building in the distance.

Raia glanced up at the student who entered her office, and knew right away she had her work cut out for her with him.

His eyes flicked impatiently around her office, apparently not impressed with her humbly furnished workplace.

"Your name?" she asked icily.

"Gentium." He repeated, coldly. He hated having to repeat himself.

'It figures I would get placed under more innferior authority.' He thought 'Just my luck.'

He began recalling a spell that would help him to proceed to his room more quickly when this meeting was done. He was impatient to be alone again.

Carley looked down from the small room in her aunt's office that was at the highest point in the Motar Gurr castle. She had come back after three weeks visiting her mother. She had known Raia all of her life and knew that she could be a bit late to her office, because she was helping aunt Myarra unpack after their holiday. They had come to the new castle at the start of the summer, and she knew many shortcuts. Now, she was looking at all of the new students, trying to look cool but, in many ways, looking nurvos. She decided to go get changed and go down. She went to her room and changed into her white tunic and black pants. she strapped a thick black belt around her waist and sent a message to Gwen, Myarra's dragon. they had been close friends for their lives. She told her that the munchkins were here, and to prepare her self. "ha ha!" was Gwen's response. Carley took her most used shortcut, the one through her bedroom floor, after locking the bedroom door. She stepped out of a portrait and into the corridor infront of Raia's office. Raia, I'm here. How many munchkins have gotten here before me? she sent through the door. She sensed the tension in her mind.don't get too stressed. My aunt can always help you. You can go ride Shriukan. cheese_whine