<strong>The Gathering Crowd</strong><br/>Location: At the stairway leading to and the plateau of the Academy itself<br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Master Sergeant Relonor</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/relonor_horlbar.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>As Master Taleeryn was finishing his roll call, Master Sergeant Relonor walked over, "Master Taleeryn, don't forgot to have the students to stop by the arms-master to turn in their weapons and armor, you know how cranky Master Hatch'net is.  Especially, when his lectures turn his classroom into an arena." the Master Sergeant said with a wicked grin.<br/><br/>The Master Sergeant, glanced over the gathered ranks of the new warriors and took especial note of the two females.<em>Wonderful...House Baerne has sent two more...</em>he thought, not even taking note of their House symbols or lack thereof.  Sighing, he merely rolled his eyes and turned to walk into the pyramid shaped structure that was Melee-Magthere, as he was both the Senior Arms-master for Melee-Magthere and in charge of the Academy guard.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Faith, Devotion, and the Will of Lolth</strong><br/>Location: Arach-Tinilith, minor summoning chamber<br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Mistress Haelra Kenafin</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/haelra_kenafin.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>As soon as Acolyte Ameesril brought forth a swarm of spiders, rather than the fiendish spider that Mistress Haelra had requested, the other acolytes shook their heads, but one snicked....<br/><br/>Mistress Haelra Kenafin hearing the snicker from across the room, raised an eyebrow.  The swarm of spiders were coming towards the Mistress, but she with an evil smirk sent a small, silent prayer to Lolth...the spiders suddenly turned and rushed towards the acolyte who had snickered at Ameersil's "failure".<br/><br/>"Acolyte Ameersril, come witness the Spider Queen's fury!  She has chosen to grant you this small favor for pleasing her this day." Mistress Haelra said with a smile.<br/><br/>The swarm of spiders, had swarmed the unfaithful acolyte who chose to snicker at Ameersil's supposed failure.  The spiders were eating her slowly... the acolyte's screams of pain could be heard echoing throughout the halls.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Great Balls of Fire</strong><br/>Location: Sorcere, Evocation studies<br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Master Jevan Shobalar</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/jevan_shobalar.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Ahhhhh.... I'm blind....I'm blind, I'm on fire, I'm on fire....!" a student screamed, as he stumbled down onto the floor, face first right by Master Jevan's feet.  As the student was screaming, stumbling, and crashing down, Master Jevan replaced the wand onto his belt.  Master Jevan, outlined the student by his feet in purplish<em>faerie fire</em>before kicking him in the face, sending him crashing into the "luckily" empty front row of seats.<br/><br/>Well not so lucky for the "poor" student, because the back of his head crashed into solid stone.  "Were you sleeping, in my class again, Apprentice?  Or are you just plain worthless?!" Master Jevan shouted. "Perhaps, I should use you for a demonstration!  Or send you over to Melee-Magthere and allow them to use you for target practice!"<br/><br/>Master Jevan crossed his arms over his chest, and scanned the rest of his class.  He looked at Haelan, who he knew he probably wasn't going to change...and in truth he respected that.  In truth, Jevan only had a dislike for Necromancy and never really understood the usefulness of Enchantment.<br/><br/>"Apprentice Haelan, what do you think I ought to do with this useless idiot?" Master Jevan said.