In the land of Estax lays five kingdoms, the five kings are known as the new warring kingdoms. They have been fight ever since they were made, each kingdom has a different race ruling the land. The wars are long and grueling, thus each kingdom had to start a school to train the warriors for the next war. So five schools were made, one in each other kingdom. The first one, and the most famous of the five is Sir Edwards. It was the first school of its kind to be set up, and it's been training the finest knights, rogues, mages, and more things of the nature for years, its long since surpass the life time of the great Sir Edwards him self.<br/><br/>though at the moment only two of the schools were not at war, those would be Sir Edwards and Madam Madams Fionna's school of knighthood. As they had signed a peace treaty twenty years ago, though both schools knew that the treaty would soon be up and the two schools could once more go back to war, which would not be unheard of in this a world, war right after peace. But never the less the school went about its business, classes still in going, mock battles running like usual. Today the whole school is involved in a mock battle, everything from the Knights to the Assassins.<br/><br/>At the moment Elizabeth sat on top of her horse, looking down and across to the other side of the rather large flied. Luckily for Elizabeth she had her friends to help her in the battle, even though they had one only a few days ago. though this one was different. They had all the different Classes here today, the mages being told to use only stun and stopping magic, Archers using Arrows that when hit by them the arrow explodes in red paint. marking those hit by them dead or injured at least. Everyone else using wooden weapons.<br/><br/>Elizabeth yawned softly as she stretched, looking around once more. "Oh by the gods, when will they start this fucking thing already? I mean come on, we have been sitting here for almost a hour already.." She sighed as she looked down to the person beside her, not actually sure who it was as her helmet had loosen and moved in front of her face.<br/><br/>on the other side of the filed stood Micky, the first and only werewolf that had left his clan or any other clan in that fact. Though here he was much more then just a werewolf, he was also a fully armored knight. A Mountain in fact, he could easily defend against most of the students here. He was hoping that the battle would start soon as it was a chance for him to show off to everyone, maybe even transform into his werewolf form to fight against the others.<br/><br/>Micky let out a rather loud sign as he leaned on his shield, looking around at the other students he rolled his eyes bit, so many of them were not on equal terms with him, or at least that's how he saw it.<br/><br/>Astrid sat against a tree, her large shield resting against her back. Her weapons laid out before her, as well as a dead raven. She would proceed to cut the ravens feet off and its wings, it was a way to pray to the gods for a good fight before a large battle. Even though it wasn't a real battle, Astrid still fleet like she must do it. To honor the way must be done, once she cut the raven open. She started to do the chant that went along with it, her eyes closed as she cut her own hand to drip some blood into the ravens open chest. Once it was all done she hung the ravens feet up in the tree before she wrapped her hand and then picked up her weapons. Once she was ready, the warrior took in a deep breath, looking down at the two "armies" of the school.<br/><br/>"Well I guess I better go get in line.. they do need a berserker after all." She thought to her self, before smirked a bit, walking down to the rest of the Vikings.