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 Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 10:23 am
*waits patiently for the event to begin...*
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 4:52 pm
Alecks held his spiked club over his shoulder, looking up at the sign. Miyr School of Necromancy and Black Magic. He thought for a second, and then went inside, looking around. The place had a cold, clammy feel, but then again, if it was a school of Necromancy, then the dead were supposed to inhabit this place...chills went up his spine, and he went back outside, heading back to the cafe where he saw that other guy who had directed him here. He didn't want to be anywhere NEAR where the dead inhabited.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 7:09 pm
While walking down some random street, depressed by his inablilty to find a party to adventure with, Lucas sees a building off to his right with a large banner that reads Miyr School of Necromancy and Black Magic. Luc's heart flutters hin his chest, and the young mage goes running over to the building. As he walks through the doors he's sure that his heart stops for a moment. The open halls and echo of his footsteps make Luc so exited that he starts running down the halls hoping to find something much more exiting than the rodes he was walking down earlier. Hopefully this place will give Luc something to do while he waits to find a party to adventure with.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 5:18 pm
*Mistress Nightshade returns to her office, wondering if the promising mage she discovered will follow up on her invitation...*
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 5:58 pm
Luc continues to walk the halls aimlessly looking for someone, or something interesting.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 6:55 pm
Per his invitation he recieved from the lady with the dark robes, and the cold eyes, Laz walked into the school, looking around at the large hallways, and listening to the quiet, emptiness of it all.
Lazarus began to search for Isabella Nightshade slowly walking the hallways, his eyes darting around for anybody that might point him in the direction of the Mistress of Education. Slowly he came to a room with several people, one of them being the Gnome-mage he had met resently. He sat down near them, listening to them talk, not making any noise, to avoid drawing attention to himself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 7:56 pm
A shadowy acolyte approaches Lazarus, beckoning silently. Leading him further into the halls, he responds to no questions. Reaching a dark, somewhat foreboding door he stops. Raising his cloth draped arm he quietly knocks three times. The door begins to swing open at the final knock, showing a candle lit sitting room within. Pointing to a comfortable looking seat, the acolyte withdraws.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 11:52 pm
Lazarus follows the acoloyte along the hallway, poseing a question or two, that yield no responses. Soon they reach the door, and Laz looks to the acolyte as the door opens. He looks inside the room, and walks slowly to the table, glancing around the room, and then sitting in a chair at the table, looking from side to side, wondering what this is all about.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 11:24 am
Fury, while wandering the town and seeing the sights, spots the Dark and Dismal School of Necromancy. Feeling a shudder run up his spine, he continues on past the building. "Definitely not the place for me," He says to himself, hastening on his way.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 3:56 pm
Bellamin spots a heavily reinforced door beside a sign which says something about practice area rules. Ingoring the code of conduct, he pushes open the door. It creakes back in place as he quietly looks for a free training-dummy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 9:17 am
Mistress Nightshade considers the young mage carefully, weighing his worth in her mind. Although a capable practitioner of the Arts, he was still untried in the ways of true Necromancy. Perhaps a bit more consideration was in order. Summoning a sheet of her finest tanned imp flesh, and a fine writing instrument fashioned from a Harpy's feather, she penned this note;
You have done well, Lazarus, as I have said before. But I remain unconvinced of your desire to dedicate yourself to the dark arts. Do so, and we may have further business one day in the future. Until then, take this with my regards...
Mistress Isabella Nightshade
Accompanying the note is a pouch of 100 chips.
She seals the letter with a large drop of molten wax, imprinting it with the School of Necromancy's Crest. Summoning a ghostly attendant, she instructs it to deliver the note. The note is delivered to you by the ghostly attendant, who drops it before you and dissipates.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 1:16 pm
Kail’igen glances briefly at the sign to make sure this was the place he wanted to be. Satisfied he was in the right location he walks into rather imposing looking building. Kail had no misconceptions about the dark arts. The magic itself wasn’t inherently evil, it was to what ends a person chose to use it. He knew there was much to be learned from a place like this. And now that he was finally on his own he was ready to enroll and learn from the best.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 3:01 pm
Luc continues walking around the large place disheartened. Muttering to himself he sighs and says "That's the third time i've been down this hall I think I'm going in circles." He comes back up to the entrance, and sees Kail'igen enter the room. "Hey there! Finally someone to talk to! My name is Luc, and I've been lost in here for hours, without finding anyone or anything exiting. This place sure is big. So what brings you here?" smile
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 5:49 pm
Kail glances at the man who clearly delved in magic much like himself. He seemed quite excited to come across another livening soul. “I am here probably for the same reason you are. I wish to learn more about the dark arts from the masters at this school.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 12:54 pm
"Yup! Thats exactly why I'm here, but unfortunatelly I have a terrible sense of direction. Maybe I should go to the "Miyr School of Navigation", but I think that if you don't mind searching this school with me then maybe I'll be alright for now. What do you say?"
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