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 Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:50 pm
Ivers College is a large academic campus dedicated to the mastery of the military arts, both tactical and practical. Located in the country of Longinos on the Disc of Lyonesse, the best and brightest young nobles come here to study, launching their careers as field commanders, generals, and even statesmen. Those of lower birth are occasionally admitted (their tuition paid by various scholarships), though there is a distinct divide in culture and opportunity between the haves and the have nots. The campus has many classrooms, training fields (complete with a well-stocked equipment locker), standard and scholarship dormitories, and a central administrative building at the center of the campus.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 10:59 am
Is this what it felt like to drown? He would never get to his class on time like this. If only he didn't have to go down the busiest hallway traveling the opposite direction as everyone else. He tucked his wings in tightly, gripped his spears firmly, and inch by inch advanced toward his next class: Weapon Sparring. Why was he in such a rush anyway? He hated going to this school, hated it with every scale on his body. When could he leave? When could he finally escape? He had to admit, though, he was pretty good at this school, or at least the non-aggressive parts, and he did take some joy out of being here; at least he didn't have to see the disappointed faces of his tribesmen when he refused to fight, now instead he has to see the disappointed looks of his teachers. What does he care? So what if he just disappoints everyone? So what, they don't scare him. Lies like these were what kept him going through the school, day by day. He just couldn't fight one of his own kind, and since he is of every beast how could he fight? How? Those thoughts raced through his mind as he raced to his class, barely getting there on time.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 11:34 am
The instructor for Arms Training was a grizzled, unhappy looking Orc with a long scar covering the entirety of the left half of his head all the way from the back of his skull to his jaw. His yellow eyes surveyed the group of students standing at attention while he paced back and forth, arms folded behind his back. Zezner Walcott was probably the best fighter any of them would ever meet. He was also probably the biggest a*****e any of them had ever come into contact with. Orcs were just like that, was the excuse many had given him over the years but there were several Orcish gardeners and maintenance personnel on staff who were nothing but warm smiles and handshakes. Despite being adorned in the fine clothing of a scholar, there was something simply savage about Zezner...some scar that could never be hidden or erased.
He glanced at the clock tower as Kudar Asura walked up to join the group just a mere minute after class was supposed to have started then turned his intense stare towards the Kindre. "I don't want any excuses, Kudar," he said calmly. "I just want laps. Ten of 'em. Get yer tail moving."
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 6:35 pm
" 'Scuse me." He mumbled as he dropped his pole arms by the door and started his laps. He could, if he wanted to, just mimic his fastest form, the wolf, for its speed, but there was just something about feeling the wind through his hair that forced him to change everything. Hair was amazing. It had something that scales could never manage; it was the way it moved, he couldn't quite describe it. It flowed like the waves, but wasn't cold like the sea; in fact it was quite warm and he was pleased to be surrounded by it. Hair.
The laps were nothing for the stamina of a wolf, but he did miss quite a bit when he finally got done. He hoped that he would be able to do some sparring with his short spear, he just got done carving a new animal into its shaft; the peregrine falcon. He had never chosen to learn to be a bird simply because he already had wings so he didn't see it worth while, but something about them always grabbed his attention. He loved watching them soar and dive, and now he was getting distracted...
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 12:14 am
Zezner glanced in his direction as the Kindre shifted out of beast form upon completing his last lap. Most would have expected the professor to growl at the student for "cheating", but the arms instructor had long ago expressed his belief that there is no such thing as cheating. Battle is survival, pure and simple; any illusions of honor or nobility in the midst of bloodshed are the very essence of foolishness. All that matters is winning and one must do all in their power to win, using every cheap trick in the book if necessary. The Orc gestured to the other students who were sparring with training weapons as he grunted to Asura. "Pick a partner and get after it. Watch your footwork and keep your head in the fight...lose and you get more laps. A no animal form next time."
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:28 pm
"Yes sir." He said and picked up his pole arms trying to find a partner among the students who crowded around the room, consumed by their own fights. When he had first arrived at this school the first obstacle he had to over come was his pacifism. At first he would not allow himself to fight at all, this resolve quickly got him into loads of trouble and so he made it his primary goal that if he was going to get anything out of this school, it would be how to win a battle without hurting your opponent, or at least with as little damage as possible. Purposely losing, or simply avoiding them all together, was not an option so he would have to learn fast. He discovered that the easiest way to do that was to have a defense no one could penetrate, or an attack that targeted their defense. Of course both ways took a long time as they both relied on the opponent giving up as soon as they see they can't win, but then you run into those who's resolve keep them from admitting defeat. He was still needed to find a way to fight them.
There. Out of the corner of his eye he found someone in the back who was not currently engaged in a fight, so the kindre weaved his way to the back trying to avoid getting in the center of as many fights as he could, which was more difficult then he had expected at first, so he could challenge the other student to a fight.
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Aidan-Terran Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:05 am
The Kudar saw he had chosen another Kindre.. one of the few in the class, and another reptiloid... a Gida, barely 2/3 his height, wearing elaborate, if distracting, armor that emphasized her femininity, and included a helm, mostly to cover her lack of hair in mammalian company.
"Well, looks like I'm the only one left, eh? You ready?" she asked in a husky, almost hissing voice, falling into a basic ready stance, hands empty.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 5:36 pm
He ground his teeth looking the Gida up and down. Of all the types of things he had to fight in this school, another kindre was his least favorite, but this one looked strong in her lavish outfit and fighting stance so if he did end up hurting her, a shiver ran down his spine and his head threatened to start spinning, she would probably be fine, wouldn't she? Anyway she was waiting and he would have to do well, otherwise more laps! If she wasn't going to use weapons then his short spear was going to give him the best range so he laid the other two down outside the area that they would use for the fight and held his spear out in front of himself in a defensive position. "I'm ready, if you would like the first hit."
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Aidan-Terran rolled 2 20-sided dice:
11, 15
Total: 26 (2-40)
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Aidan-Terran Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 6:54 pm
Chivalry, huh? Not too smart, then... she thought to herself, shrugging and moving in and quickly striking.
((Unarmed specialization))
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Nogard3 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:27 pm
((Agility 3 + Defense 4 + Roll 5 = 12 Unsuccessful))
Her quick attack was expected and so he quickly went to deflect it with his spear shaft, but didn't manage to get it in place fast enough. I need to be careful with this one, she is quick; and strong! He thought as what he expected to be a light hit connected to his left shoulder and sent him back.
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Aidan-Terran rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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Aidan-Terran Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 1:41 am
((Hehehe...+4 str... 5 dmg.))
She surprised him with her strength, not only knocking him back a bit, but nearly bone-bruising his shoulder in the process.
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Nogard3 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:51 pm
((Agility 3 + Combat Melee 3 + Roll 3 = 9 Unsuccessful... again xp ))
She obviously was not like many of the other partners he had before, her speed would make it a challenge to continue this match so he brought his short spear in front of himself, testing the weight to make sure it remained balanced between his hands, and made a slight but quick jab at the Gida testing her defensive reaction time.
"I'm not sure that we exchanged names, and it would be quite rude of me to be your partner without the customary sharing of information"
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Aidan-Terran rolled 2 20-sided dice:
8, 15
Total: 23 (2-40)
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Aidan-Terran Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:32 pm
"Gida Samiri," was her only reply before she attacked again, having not even had to dodge his last strike.
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Nogard3 rolled 2 20-sided dice:
19, 15
Total: 34 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 12:07 pm
((First Roll, Defend: Agility 3 + Defense 4 + Roll 19 = 26 Successful
Second Roll, Attack: Agility 3 + Combat Melee 3 + Roll 15 = 21 Successful))
This is not going well, He thought and it wasn't. He spun his short spear around to defend himself just in time. Maybe it would be wiser to switch to the Partisan. He made another jab with his short spear and then moved over to where he had dropped his other pole arms.
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