<div class="floatright">(http://www.mobileobstine.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/shall-we-date-wizardessheart-walkthrough-ios-android.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">CAERNAVEN; Academy of Champions</span></span></strong><br/>It was just past afternoon, and, as usual, the day was starting to get to that lazy period where people when starting to move with much less purpose that there were previously want to.  Majestic white clouds drifted slowly against a backdrop of the vault of the sky behind which pure and blue, whilst in the distance, a beautiful verdant forest could be seen, shadowed, enchanted, and mysterious across the river.  The Caernaven Academy for Champions stood on an idyllic isle at the centre of a great river, though of course an observant person would have noted, sooner or later, that the island was moving slowly upstream against the current.  Except for these strange surroundings, the scene might have been that out of a high school- or university-based manga, with male and female students and occasional faculty members walking this way and that, save that this hallowed hall of education had never known a human footfall.<br/><br/>Centaurs trotted lazily, the ground thumped softly to the heavy feet of trolls, faeries flitted overhead racing to classes they were late for, whilst elven folk chatted in the shade of trees or scampered swiftly to unknown destinations.  Here and there, hand-sized messenger butterflies with distinctive characteristic wings of midnight and pink fluttered, delivering private mental messages to those upon whom they alighted upon.  Above it all, the buildings of Caernaven's academy glittered like polished ivory; squat structures and circular towers capped with elegant blue and purple spires.  Hundreds of windows disclosed activity taking place within as students went about chores, classes, or general tomfoolery.  Despite this, many also had no more classes and had retreated to their dorms.<br/><br/>It was not all a picture of a fantastic medieval setting though; escalators worked tirelessly to take those who couldn't fly up the nearly hundred feet of distance they needed to cover, whilst others walked about chatting on strange crystalline cell phones added to the surrealism that hung over everything.<hr/><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">CAERNAVEN; Wooden Shack in the Gardens</span></span></strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bunni [Knarfy], Cunttius [Sain], Madison [Anteros]<hr/>"Good morning boys!  Or should that be girls?" was the loud, somewhat rude, greeting as the door to the shack was kicked open without warning.  The figure that framed the door was recognisable as belonging to<span class="bbc_u">Shuran</span>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e1/35/91/e135913d3d825252a4ba55ecb89cc67d.jpg), an arrogant Githyanki whose people usually wandered the Astral Plane, though for whatever their reasons, his family had chosen to settle in the Feywild.  Whilst an accomplished swordsman, his personality was not quite so sterling, though surprisingly he had gotten to be class representative (undoubtedly by bullying others).  When this person presented the veneer of manners, it was usually a precursor to something malicious.  "Life seems to be looking up for you guys!  You're getting a new roomie, which means you present... accommodation is insufficient.  You're going to need a bigger place!  Get your bearings, pack up, and this messenger will show you the way."<br/><br/>Shuran held out his index finger, upon which a black and purple messenger butterfly flitted its wings for balance before flying up and hovering around the ceiling of the cramped little space, waiting for the trio to be ready.  "And make it quick; if you're still here in an hour, I'm sure a couple of big, strong friends of mine will be happy to play kick the bean boys!  Hells, stick around, why don't you - you lot might actually learn what it means to be<em>real</em>men!"<br/><br/>With raucous laughter, he disappeared from the doorway, leaving Bunni, Cunttius, and Madison to do as they will.  At the very least, it didn't sound like he was making a joke or just trying to trick them out.<br/><br/>The Messenger did indeed act as their guide, but rather than taking them towards the dormitories, it started to lead them outside of the academy and even past the small town that was built along the base of the campus.  After nearly half an hour of hard walking, they were outside the town limits and were on the very edges of the isle and found themselves looking at a very large, but very run down barn that next to a patch of land that might have been farmed once and was almost at the water's edge.  This place didn't look like it had been used in years; the insides had been stripped clean except for one or two broken pieces of furniture that would probably only ever serve as firewood.<br/><br/>A small sign nearby read: APPROPRIATED FOR STUDENT ACCOMMODATION.  The writing was handwritten and crude, but the academy insignia below that was burned into the wood was crisp and very official-looking and even glowed with magical light.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Barn grounds and layout (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EEywPa2zHdWhA6-47QojewC6YkYNMneqWMWIBBQtgpo/edit?usp=sharing)</span></strong><br/><br/>Have fun introducing your characters!  Remember: light-hearted and anime for now! ;D ;)</div></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f108/lightsamurai777/Sterkenburgedit.jpg~original)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">GABRIEL LÖWE</span></span></strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246486.msg12183627#msg12183627)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Academy Main Entrance<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None; Closed<br/><hr/><br/>One moment, the space in front of main entrance to the academy was empty and the next, in a flash of light, a loud 'THOOM', and a burst of rose-coloured smoke, two individuals stood, though one less steadily than the other.  A large<span class="bbc_u">grinning cat (http://maxcdn.thedesigninspiration.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Cheshire-Cat-l.jpg)</span>, almost as big a panther grinned at the obvious discomfort and disorientation of the young man who staggered for a moment beside it.  "Don't worry," it purred in a deep gravelly voice that nevertheless had a strange eloquence and smoothness, "you'll get used to that eventually, hmmm?"<br/><br/>"I'm hoping it doesn't become a regular occurrence," growled the young man beside him as he leaned forward, hands on his knees to support himself, still breathing deeply.<br/><br/>"Yes.  Well... as they say; deal with it."  Though it's tone suggested good humour, it only earned a scowl for its troubles.  "Anyway!  Don't fuss human.  Instead, feel honoured for the privilege you've gotten - welcome to Caernaven!  Hope you can still remember why you're here, because this going to be your new life.  Undoubtedly much more interesting than being stuck in the dull human world, don't you think?  Hmmm?"<br/><br/>Gabriel wondered about that as he began to take a look around and noticed the... people nearby were standing and gawking in his direction.  He felt stupid in the long cape and khaki coat and trousers he had been provided, though he was certain it wasn't anything to do with his clothes.  The creature beside him, which called itself Whiskers of all things and answered to nothing else, had told pre-warned him that he would be the first human to ever come to this world (or was it dimension or something like that?) and he was likely going to be an object of curiosity for a long time.  He was beginning to regret having ventured as deeply into the forest behind his parent's home as where he found that mound.<br/><br/>"I can see you're interested in learning more, so how about a whirlwind tour, hmmm?"<br/><br/>"Wait, I don't like the sound of-!"  Before Gabriel had the chance to say anything else, a flash of light, THOOM!, a puff of smoke, his voice hanging on the air, and they were both gone, leaving a lot of murmuring in their wake.  Most of the academy had been primed for the arrival of a human in their midst over the past couple of months, but it was, of course, quite a different thing to actually have one in their midst now that the time had come.