Elizabeth
Walking through the Gates of Eclipse, Cullen couldn't help but marvel at the architecture as his feet carried him forward. He tucked some of his longish white hair behind his ear and studied the golden framework, the fine marble stones and the magical lights that caused some of the designs to glow. It was a fascinating sight, he'd never seen anything like it in his entire life. With a grin, he slung his pack over his shoulder and rifled through it as a voice murmured in the back of his head. Already he'd been on a few adventures and along the way, he'd collected the finest bottle of Red Scaled Dragonlily Wine he could get his hands on from the Riable Isles. It was meant as a gift for the headmaster here. Aranea had thought bringing a gift was appropriate- Atlas had thought they should knock out the Headmaster to show they were worthy students. 

It was safe to say he'd taken Araneas advice. It was her voice that was speaking now. 

*"Be alert Cullen, enemies could be everywhere here. Plenty of magic practitioners, making your death look like an accident would be an easy manner."* Cullen couldn't help but shudder. What a ray of sunshine she was. He pulled the bottle out with its glittering ruby stopper. The thing was worth more money than he'd ever made his entire life working odd jobs. It felt strange to have enough money to buy things like this- but he did. He was one of the richest people in the Nine Realms now. The thought made his stomach sour. He slipped his pack back on and started to walk again. He examined the wine bottle. 

Well, it was a *Fine* Bottle of wine. He'd only ever had cheap wine, he hadn't even thought to try some fine stuff when he'd become Archduke. He'd been too busy trying to stay out of sight and not get assassinated. Perhaps just a light *Sniff* Of the stuff wouldn't hurt anyone... He unscrewed the cap and raised it to his nose. Good gods! This was the shit! Maybe he could get the Headmaster to let him have a si-

Lost in thought, he trip

Ped and fell forward. 

"Whoaaaaa!" He clutched the wine tight but a splash of it flew forward and splattered against the clothes of Sasha as he crashed to the ground groaning as he hit his funny bone. Somehow he had managed not to spill more of the super rare and delicious wine. "Ow ow ow!" He said, setting the bottle down and holding his elbow as he rolled in pain. He hadn't even noticed that he'd splashed anyone yet. Once he did, his eyes widened and he popped to his feet. 

"Gods I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going- I could probably get that out with some special cleaner I have a recipe for!" He said, waving his hands apologetically. Cullen was a *Very* Handsome young man, with his white hair like silk and golden dancing eyes, his pearly teeth and his drow skin only making him look more ethereal. He had broad shoulders and a strong body visible through his loosely buttoned shirt and well fitting leather trousers. 

**"HAHAHAHA! You look like a fucking moron right now!"** Atlas said in a fit of roaring laughter within Cullens head, which only made the moment so much worse.
Leroy
The magos academia had a visitor today.

Someone, Sasha imagined, is important enough for her to be forced to stand near the entrance and recite the irritating welcome greetings towards. Someone who is also not important enough to be described in vivid detail, and have an entire chorus of neophytes welcome them instead. She was, putting it mildly, bored. Sasha disliked being exposed like this, the less she's publicly seen the better. But as the prime neophyte exchanged glances with passing-by lesser rivals, she could feel every nerve in her body demand that she leave lest a few more students find themselves turned into an icicle surprise. 

Still, she had to be brave. She had to do her job, and fulfill the wishes of her master. Perhaps he knew just how important this fellow is that he sent Sasha first, for the Archmagos was the only person who could properly see her potential. Or perhaps, she had unknowingly stoked his ire and this was punishment. Her mind settled for the latter option, as every waking second she stood there it felt like she was inevitably destined to be reduced to a puddle of melted ice. 

Soft, gloved fingers caressed her own shoulders as she sought to alleviate herself from the cold winter. Even mother ember's warm embrace did not give her any heat. Sasha's bright blue eyes sparkled, her smooth yet sharp cheekbones scintillating. The shimmering, shining sun struck her scornful, sundering, sanguine smile. 

Her view darted from one corner to the other until it landed on someone galavanting and shuffling around the citadel. Sasha watched this stranger with suspicions brewing from within, slowly believing that this man's stroll has singled him out to be the esteemed guest of this establishment on this day. Before any of her thoughts could manifest into something special, her expensive, envy-earning ocean blue gown had absorbed alcohol within its fabrics, a stroke of liquid soaked and staining her outfit very clearly. 

Sasha's eyes narrowed deeply

, angry- nay, *Offended* At the stumbling scum situated before her sight. The woman hardly cared for the man's cries and writhing, holding herself from kicking him down further. Instead, she allowed the etiquette and training bestowed upon her by Merlin to take over, forcing her body to not react... With violence, that is. 

"You disrespect this academy with your actions. This is no plaza, or a tavern. You are in the most prestigious magical academia. It takes little effort to act appropriately, as little as I will give to toss you."

She glared at him with uncensored contempt, breathing slowly growing erratic by the second. It takes a little effort for one to see where they're going, for one to be kicked out... And for him to piss off the Scion of the Headmaster.
Hung
*__The Magos Academia__*, the most sought after and powerful magical academy and institution within the whole of Aeterna. Formed hundreds of years ago during the waning years of the reign of the First Emperor, Scipio, the academy has stood as the pinnacle of magic and all things attached to the subject. Most all who wish to see themselves climb the ranks of the magical world come to the academy at some point in their lives and some of the finest witches and wizards across all of Aeterna have the academy to thank when asked about their skills... Well, more accurately, the leader of the academy himself. 

The founder and leader of this marvelous establishment, ***Merlin Mora***, the Champion of the Goddess of Magic, has remained the single headmaster and Arch Magos of the academia since it's birth. A devote lover of the arcane, the strongest wizard of all Aeterna and a wise old man in all aspects.

Some; however, say he's too... Unserious, for his station. 

"***Archibald, have you seen my staff? I wish to make an appearance when greeting our guest.***" The old mage asked aloud as he firmly set his hat onto his head. The cat, Archibald, replied by lazily blinking their eyes and laying their head back down. "***Archibald Hendrix Von Ketterdam, do not try and act like you cannot hear me.***" The small cat breathed a sigh from the nose before speaking back to Merlin.

** **
"*In your satchel Merlin, and please just call me Archie, you know I hate my full name.*" The voice of a woman came from the feline companion of Merlin, the Wizard quickly dug into his satchel and pulled his powerful staff from its hiding place. Now that his attire had been set in order it was time to greet the newest arrival of the academy. "***Thank you Archie, I'll be back later.***" 

*Poof.*

"*I wonder who this Archduke will be. One I've yet to have the pleasure of meeting, which tells me this is a new Archduke indeed. Well, if Sasha hasn't already frozen them into a man-cicle I'm sure it'll be a nice introduction atleast.*" The old wizard smiled widely as he thought about what's to come, excited to meet a new face.

A ripple of magic appeared before both Sasha and Cullen, a warbling rift in the threads of reality, *Powerful magic.* Mere moments pass away before the rift opens and pure magical energy imposes itself on the surrounding area- a tidal wave of magical energy. All coming from a gnome dressed in red robes, a pointed hat, a staff perfectly sized for him and a pipe held firmly in his lips.

"***Hello there.***" A wide grin on his face, a wise old sage.
Elizabeth
Cullen simply took a few steps back from the womans icy gaze. She was frigid, terrifying and with her eyes narrowed like that she looked as she were... Were to what? His mind raced as he realized this was the Magos Academy, which means she might be a *Mage*. What the hell was he supposed to do about that? He didn't know a single thing about magic and he sure as hell wasn't gonna just punch her. Stuttering, he was about to explain the accident when the air rippled and **Poof**. An *Old* Man appeared and- 

**"Nooooo!!!"** Atlas roared. 

**What a waste."* Aranea murmured.

As the two souls lamented the loss of the fine wine, it tipped over and shattered as Merlin appeared and knocked it over. Nearly a hundred gold worth of wine now nothing but a deep red puddle around their shoes. He dropped to his knees and placed his hands on either side, staring at himself in the reflection. So much money, more money than he'd ever earned just *Gone.* As Merlin spoke, **"Hello there."** He simply held a hand up towards the old mage, ENTIRELY unaware of who he was. 

"Please, I must grieve." He said, his fingers curling into a fist. "I was supposed to give that as a gift to the Headmaster." He said, uplifted hand still shaking as he watched the beautiful, probably delicious wine seep into the cracks in the stone. Perhaps he could just lap it up like a dog, he couldn't look any worse right? When else would he be able to try 90 gold wine. When? His lips parted trembling as he was about to lean down and lick the wine up when Atlas roared. 

**"What the fuck are you doing?! It's wine you snivelling little imbecile. Its fucking grapes, if you don't get off the damn floor I will force you to gouge your own eyes out. Get. Up."** The voice of Atlas was a low and deadly rumble, his fury so fierce that it sent a shiver down Cullens spine. He even forgot that Atlas couldn't control his body. He instantly shot straight up to his feet and *Saluted*?

And I can clean it up!" 

*"Oh this is terrible."* Aranea groaned.