The tri color school of Sandhollow hill stood alone  in the remains of a burned out forest, torn up by craters of explosions and bunkers, feral and mindless animals roamed around the city.  It was a battlefield, an old one from the battle with the single largest battle count in the war of the three houses. The school itself was large a building of stone and wood constructed the remains of an outpost. The gate was a char black, reinforced wood covered with the ashes of the burnt trees. So that no one could forget just why the school had been built where it was.<br/><br/>Inside of the  rebuilt outpost the more imposing features faded away to one of refined elegance, meant for the comfort of the royal families who were to go to school there.  Long  plush rugs for easy walking, comfy chairs in the various lounging area with torches and lanterns lighting the way. Following the halls upon entrance to the school would lead the way to the dining hall. Along the way windows which pointed allowed cheery sunlight into the halls but also a look out at the desolate lands around them and tapestries of war, brutal war, filled some of the halls until the arrival at the audience chamber.<br/><br/>IT was a large auditorium meant for entertainment and also speeches The schools staff were currently arranged along the wooden stage. A tall scared woman with bright red hair stood in the center. Arrayed to her left were another two adults. A dark skinned woman in furs and leathers, who watched the area seriously, a lightly armored woman with long black hair done up in a ponytail dressed in a simple breastplate with a rapier at her side who looked like she smiled way too often. To the right a mature woman in robes with a staff and a large purple witch’s hat, while finally a woman in simple leathers with a bow and dagger stood in a relaxed position, looking like she wanted to be anywhere else. It was the start  of the second year of the school and a new chance for the three houses to learn together and mend bridges with the second generation or at least that was the goal of the academy. Nothing ever went according to plan. The first year had been rough but they had all learned and were more careful this year.<br/><br/>Scattered about the auditorium were long buffet tables covered with hors d'oeuvres and finger sandwiches with bowls of punch or tea to drink Just because the city was in the middle of the battlefield did not mean the school could not be a flower in the middle of the desert so to speak where one could rest. A servant stood by the door giving out pamphlets and guards who were ready to step in in the case of fights breaking out. Meanwhile several other servants all dressed in neutral colors and avoiding all instances of blue, yellow and red or otherwise wearing all three at once, showed in the new arrivals and returning students ho had made it through the first year into the lounge to relax and mingle while preparations were finished for the opening ceremony.