<strong>The Senior Arms-Master</strong><br/>Location: Melee-Magthere<br/><div class="floatright"><strong>Master Sergeant Relonor</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/relonor_horlbar.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Master Sergeant Relonor was about to check on the guard staff, when two drow warriors stopped and saluted him, before proceeding out of the pyramid like structure.  Master Sergeant Relonor, stopped for a moment then turned towards the arms-masters hall.  It seemed, that the Academy guard staff was under control, and could be checked on later as the morning guard change was underway.<br/><br/>"Master Sergeant, the students have been inspected and all weapons and armor were turned in, sir!" one the arms-masters reported, as he snapped to attention when he saw Master Sergeant Relonor approach.<br/><br/>"Excellent, continue securing their weapons and armor.  I don't want any incidents, this year.  Is that understood?" Master Sergeant Relonor said, as he turned to look at his staff.<br/><br/>"Of course sir.  But..." one of the arms-masters started.... Master Sergeant Relonor rushed over and grabbed him by the throat, and shoved him against the wall.  "Is that understood?!"  Master Sergeant Relonor asked him directly with a loud, angry voice.<br/><br/>Having his throat, pinned and gasping for air... the man managed to gasp out "Yes....Master Sergeant." When he did, Master Sergeant Relonor let go of his throat, dropping him to the ground and turned to the others.<br/><br/>"I guess, we're all clear then?" he asked. "If we are, then you may continue." Master Sergeant Relonor finished, before turning and walking away.<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/>Mistress Haelra, looked out of the corner of her eye having forgotten for a moment how tall Acolyte Ameesril was.  Looking around at the expressions at the other acolytes, most of which seemed to be humbled, some even had looks of sheer horror, as they tried to cover their ears to block out the screams from their dying classmate.<br/><br/>With a raised eyebrow, and seeming to be satisfied that she had gotten their attention and that they seemed to have "learned" something, Mistress Haelra looked at Ameersil.  "You may dismiss the spiders, if there is anything left of the unfaithful wretch, I will deal with her."<br/><br/>Turning to the rest of the class, "You may all go and prepare for your prayer and mediation classes." Mistress Haelra said.  "Mistress Iraeuitna Dyrr, will be awaiting you there."<br/><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)<br/><br/><strong>Archmage Gromph Baerne (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=714521)</strong><br/>(http://grimstonestudios.com/files/gromph2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>With a raised eyebrow, Master Jevan stood, leaned back against his desk.  He looked first at Haelan, then back at the worthless 'Apprentice'.  "Beyond fireballs, you say?  Hmmm...perhaps you're right, Apprentice Haelan.  Well, if this useless fool thinks he's so advanced... perhaps he can...."<br/><br/>A thin green ray shot forth from the doorway that lead to the classroom, and turned the useless 'Apprentice' into nothing more but a small fine pile of dust lit up with purplish<em>faerie fire</em>.  "Survive something like that?" Archmage Gromph Baerne asked from the doorway.<br/><br/>Slowly turning, his eyes still wide from shock... Master Jevan looked at the Archmage, as he swallowed slowly and blinked his eyes attempting to hide his shock.  "Um... I was... " he began, stuttering over his words.<br/><br/>Gromph shook his head.  "I heard the entire thing, as I was walking by."  he then turned to face Master Jevan's class. "If any of you, think you can teach better or have better skills, than Master Jevan or any of your instructors, then please come forth and show us your talent."<br/><br/>Having recovered, at least somewhat.... Master Jevan spoke up. "For now, you have your next lesson to prepare for.  Please return here in twenty minutes."