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 Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:33 pm
Since Talnar is from another dimension and such, the headmaster had agreed to allow the Alien warrior to live on campus under the condition that he taught a class. And, after Talnar explaining how the Eldar were and such, this class was formed. The Eldar are a strongly self- disciplined race in which they believe each choose their path and must learn to tread lightly upon their chosen path and to not get lost in it.
So, what the Warlock here teaches the students is how to keep focus and attention in their path of life and skill sets. He understands that there are students who have trouble concentrating when it comes to using some abilities and he is here to teach the students ways in which they can gain control of themselves and be able to continue on their chosen path of life.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:50 pm
TAlnar sat quietly at his desk writing on a sheet of paper in his native language. The Eldar warlock had his regular outfit on which consited of his battlerobe and his helmet, his sword was usually laid across his desk. Being at the school for a bit now, he had learned some students were truly off course with their lives and sometimes could become out of control. so he never left anything to chance. But, he grew to like some of the students and a overall respect for the different species that lived at the school. His natural eldar egotism had slowly faded, well at least when he was a teacher. Ethier way, he was still growing accustom to his new lifestyle but had no complaints whats so ever.
He sighed, his breath leaving him with cold metallic sound to it thanks to his helmet. Looking up, Talnar scanned over the classroom. It was empty, he liked it sometimes when the students were off elsewhere and he could take a break to write a story that he had always been working on even before he came here. So far he had to restart it since he didn't have any of it with him when he arrived so, so far all he had was the beginning in which a few friends reunited on Craftworld Alatitoc. " Striking scorpions...." Was all that left his mouth as he continued to write on about his story.
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