Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]
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				Title: <strong>Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>16-05-2022, 00:07:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font">Klasverry school of the Arcane</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/974439930128392282/image0.jpg)(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/974439386877947954/image0.jpg)</div><br>Welcome all!<br>With acceptance letters received you are cordially invited back to a new semester at Klasverry, this year in particular going to be the best one yet as the rare phenomenon of Titan’s tears is said to occur in the fall. Many speculate that the last sighting was of when the great Titan that had breathed life into Glawoer to create such, as it is a spectacle that will bring hope to all. <br><br>The Spring schedule will follow daily classes with an important presentation project serving as a mid term, the university running 7 days a week with weekends free for students. Along with the massive and magical library there is several fields for all sorts of Glawoer sports, such as staff gliding, as well as one on one sorcery. Class begin at 8:00 am sharp as those wandering the halls may come across the Tartens; eyeless creatures who can smell tardies and thus expel students from the building. They can be tricked although the safer bet is simply to either not be tardy or run…fast.<br><br>Dorms will be broken up into 3 sections-<br>There are single and double dorm rooms available, depending on if people want a roommate or not. Each room has a twin sized bed, desk and wardrobe. There is a communal bathroom that takes up an entire floor of the building that has enchanted showers and baths.<br><br><strong>Transmutation, Plant</strong> is section 1<br><br><strong>Oracle,Illusion</strong> is housed in section 2<br><br><strong>Healing, Bard, Potions</strong>&nbsp; is housed in section 3<br><br>Klasverry is a massive sprawling building that is far larger on the inside than its outside appearance, shifting stairs often moving to help curb the crowd in the halls as well as direct away from any dangers ahead. The dorms are located on the very top floor, most class are held on the second floor, cafeteria is the third floor and the library right beneath.<br>The library is also enchanted with its own creatures that run its massive mazes of shelves and books, the golems under Dean Winterberry’s command as they answer questions factually with no emotional tie or thought. Attacking these creatures will result in expulsion instantly. <br>Along with the library the cafeteria is a huge hall where there is a long buffet line in which students can go to, getting nearly any sort of item they’d like. Various round tables can be used and seat a party of 6 fairly comfortably, along with several smaller food stands for more specific things like street food or beverages. <br><br>It is said that Klasverry has a labyrinth of tunnels beneath the library that can take anyone nearly anywhere in the city, although anyone who claims to have do so has never been seen again. The gate to the underground is said to be guarded by a giant beast unlike any had seen before, but even to get to the gate one would have to pass several riddles and puzzles, along with the Tartens themselves, so it is best to leave it be.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><br>Alright folks! Above is the general lay out of the school itself, this thread to be used as the school thread so any events here are just day to day school dealings. So sports, the library, dorms and what not will be used here so be sure to keep your location up to date on your posts. There will be various threads for different areas of Glawoer, so just keep aware of where your character is at all times so avoid any confusion. <br><br>The same rules apply here as they do anywhere else, please be respectful and if there are any issues let me know so I can take care of things. The current posting speed is at the very least one post a week, that if someone has to leave or will be unavailable please let me know so I can make adjustments where needed. This is a sand box game with some GM structure as far as classes and events go, the ooc will be updated when needed so do take a look there. <br><br>The start of the game will be May 1st and the semester will end August 30th, with the last day a festival being held for all those is Klasverry. Obviously this isn’t following exact school schedules, but hey it’s fantasy ;3<br><br>Please use this header for all posts, making sure that the location and tagging is right and being used. May 1st is move in day for all new students, older years will be moving back in as well and are expected to be helpful to new students. There will be a mini celebration held later in the evening, with several food carts and stands available in the observation garden for students to enjoy while moving. The garden itself is a large lush lawn with several trees outlining and offering shade and benches. Below is Elder Providence as it is a short flight down to see the city itself.<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>For students:</strong></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=350 padding=5]Place image here![/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Grade:[/b]<br>[b]Track:[/b]<br>[b]Time|Date:[/b] The date for everyone’s post will be May 1st, I will shift days when needed.<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] Some human artifacts do wash up in Glawoer, so some modernization can be seen.<br>[b]Mood:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Extra:[/b] This is a light game, but if there is some sort of triggering action please note a warning.<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">For Professors</span></strong><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=350 padding=5]Place image here![/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Profession:[/b]<br>[b]Time|Date:[/b] Same date, May 1st<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] Some human artifacts do wash up in Glawoer, so some modernization can be seen.<br>[b]Mood:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Extra:[/b] This is a light game, but if there is some sort of triggering action please note a warning.<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 03:36:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font">Klasverry school of the Arcane <br>Spring semester</span></strong></span></div><hr><br><br><div align="center">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976615873928380456/image0.jpg)</div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976614781496725545/image0.jpg)</div><strong><em>”Ahhh…the start of a new semester…it never ceases to excite me.”</em></strong> The lofty voice left curled lips in their trademark easy smile worn across the elder’s features, watery eyes over watching the last minute preparations as he gripped his staff in front of himself. The willowy man offering a pleasant hum as eyes closed to listen to the choir of commands and rushing going about the front gardens before him, there was so much animation and pleasant chaos; it made him feel decades younger each time it come. Punctual as usual the chirp at his ear brought his already easy smile to widen a few centimeters more, the obvious panic heard in his assistant’s voice soon ringing in the air. ”Dean Winterberry! No one can find the ladder to hang the banner! I have a few men looking-“ Trixel squeaked from behind the stack of banners currently folded in her arms in a heap, her petite form nearly engulfed by the imposing ‘final’ touch that the opening ceremony could not be without. <div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976628260911861760/image0.jpg)</div><br><strong><em>”Come now Trixel dear, no need to fret.”</em></strong> Dean Winterberry hummed pleasantly, the already growing masses beginning to filter in from the lavish gate not minded as he gave his staff a light tap across the cobblestone beneath their feet. <strong><em>”This is a day to be enjoyed, shall we introduce our new students properly? Mhm?”</em></strong> The Dean chuckled, the once wooden monarch that sat upon his staff soon shaking to life, the massive butterfly growing ten fold as its multiple legs grabbed the banners from Trixel’s arms to instead take flight. As the monarch hung the flowing tapestries those coming forth would be greeted with the very symbols of what Klasverry had to offer, each track represented with its own corresponding color and coven to put the final touch to the opening decorations. Each one hung along the bow of the stone arch the monarch continued to flutter as its billowing wings kicked up the carefully crafted petals to soon strew the colorful confetti into the air to begin showering the approaching crowd.<br><br><strong><em>”Now then, shall we?”</em></strong> Dean Winterberry smiled, finally opening his eyes as he took a step forward, his staff guiding him from his perch on the front steps of the school, his voice soon becoming booming as the slip of a parchment touched at his throat to amplify.<br><br><strong><em>”Welcome prior students and those just now attending! Welcome to Klasverry the most prestigious and highly sought school to help shape futures to your dreams! Please enjoy yourselves, be merry! This day is to welcome you all to our arms, and to show you just what can be achieved within our studious walls!”</em></strong> The Dean announced with another lavish wave, his palisman wafting delicately above the heads of the students and families all joining in the celebration, the strum of strings enchanting the merriment all the further as excited cheers rang out.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976617807146020894/image0.jpg)</div> The gardens themselves were alive with activity as several food stalls steaming with favorite street foods and treats mingled, juice and ale (for those appropriate) sloshing in goblets and chins for new students and staff alike. The Elder Providence always looked forward to the start of a new semester, many joining in the festivities to see off their loved ones who were taking their futures into their hands and work towards a coven. Dancers joined larger circles as the melody of woodwinds and strings off on the open grass with plentiful blankets spread out, the temptation of watching the falling stars as the festivities went on into the night a pleasure many looked forward to. Along with mingling with fellow students a plenty, Dean Winterberry had insisted his established professors to join in on the festivities, gaining an insight to the bright young minds and perhaps further instilling a level of understanding to their dreams.<br><br>After all there were some whom were in the same shoes as the current students, some not too long ago than others. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 05:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://st2.depositphotos.com/1013193/6154/i/450/depositphotos_61545565-stock-photo-woman-dark-elf-warrior.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Elynea (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341843.msg16182934#msg16182934)<br><strong>Grade:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Track:</strong> All Tracts striving for Mastery of all Eight types of magic<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> 9:00 am May 1st<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture: Typical Black Dark Elf Warrior attire.&nbsp; Always wears the same type of clothing.&nbsp; Although sometimes the outfits are a deep blood red, dark purple or forest green. If swimming she is nearly always nude or at least wearing only black lace panties.&nbsp; <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited to be back and ready to take on the new year.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gardens (When in housing section 3: Healing, Bard, Potions) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Extra:triggering action:</strong> N/A<br></strong><hr>Elynea arrived early to drop off her luggage in her dorm room which this year she was truly thankful about not having to share it with a room mate. It was not so much that she did not like people it was simply a matter of loving her privacy. Even still she had set protection spells over her belongings which no one but the Dark Elf could unbind before heading back out to the Gardens for the festivities and activities of the first day of school which she had always enjoyed.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking through the Gardens with only her staff in hand with the Great Horned owl sitting upon her perch, Elyea kept an eye out for those whom she had known from the previous two years.&nbsp; More specifically her fellow returning Dragons.&nbsp; While it was true they all enjoyed a high level of competition most of Dragons really respected one another and had become close friends for the most part.&nbsp; Since the Dark Elf was not particularly hungry at the moment she wandered around the various stalls which presented not only food and drink but supplies for the various Tracks of study.&nbsp; Most of which she had brought with her but one never knew if a new and exciting piece of equipment, herb or special elements might be found. <br><br>The first day back was always the most exciting with all of the returning students dressed in their finest clothes.&nbsp; The styles ranging from outlandish to practical.&nbsp; All of the colors within each spectrum would be well represented on this particular day.&nbsp; Not wishing to be left out even the visiting guests wore their finest garb. Elynea paused to watch the dancers.&nbsp; She was tempted to join in with them but it was far to early in the day for her to be dancing.&nbsp; She proffered to dance under the wide canopy of stars and moon before finding a blanket to lay down to watch the stars and their brilliant displays.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 07:34:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/014070fe9f2477038b8a4c92d2787a0c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elixir 'Eli' Sommerfeld <br><strong>Grade:</strong> Salamander; 2nd Year<br><strong>Track:</strong> Healing (Abjuration &amp; Conjuring)<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> May 1st<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Trinket pendant of a white gold wyvern; gray tunic.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> <em>Curious, Spoiled, Focused</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Observation Garden (When in housing section 3: Healing, Bard, Potions)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN, Marilla Lynch, Elynea <br><strong>Extra:</strong> <br><hr><br>In a rushing whirl of petals and confetti, the sea elf turned his head with resolve, letting shoulder-length brassy gray hair fall billowing back revealing a black striped tribal tattoo on his chiseled cheek. His honey pupils flecked with warm sunlight as he took in the ritualistic revelry in the Observation Garden. There was less water and humidity here in the Elder Providence compared to back home at the Shifting Isle, which was something the sea elf had to acclimate to by rubbing cream and salve on his olive dark skin, dabbing balm on his pursed lips, and running oil through his mane of hair. It had been unsettling, the quiet murmuring and shuffling in his area of the dorms. He had dropped his luggage at the foot of his bed, not at all enjoying the solitude of his spacious room. He stood there with his ornate brass staff that was sculpted like an obelisk and sniffed at this bare, stoic, exiled-monk barn room and sorely missed home already. He had built his loft that overlooked the sweet-smelling crystal clear water, and it was his home, his favorite place in the world. Klasverry came a very close second, if he had to suppose. Woodwinds in the terraced and columned background of the Observation Garden lifted Elixir Sommerfeld's spirit in a poignant moment - for he was a Newt just last summer. Today marked his first return as Salamander, and he certainly had plans. <br><br>Eli whimsically and very slowly strolled by the benches with his brass obelisk staff under arm, purple juice in a silver goblet in one hand, and a steamy plate of sugar-dusted funnel cake in the other. The sea elf Salamander curiously browsed the faces and builds of the Newts. Who among them had potential? He arched an eyebrow as one of them with an insecure slouch passed by. Who would get themselves expelled? He snacked on his funnel cake in suspense. Who were easy on the eyes? He quietly measured them up, not minding if he snagged a boyfriend, but he was left frustrated with little answers and more mysteries. He was soft spoken <em>(and maybe sounded a little exasperated and burdened without meaning to)</em> when approached and asked for directions, leading them to some place or someone that can help them better than he could. He wished them luck often but deep in the back of his mind, as far as he was concerned Newts were on their own. He hadn't made many friends last semester with his class so he didn't expect another Salamander to come approaching him with affection. He gritted his teeth to stifle a snarl of annoyance but relented to the idea that he was also here to make friends. <br><br>Last summer was chaos - blunders, misunderstandings, confusions, absences, tardiness, chases, and being expelled from buildings and nearly the campus. Then in a blink, just like that, the summer, semester, and his Newt stage was over. The entirely stressful and lonely Klasverry experience was also majorly wasted on pettiness and intense rivalry with a few students, especially that devious Marilla Lynch, the Kraken of Klasverry usually she was the one who hogged books in the Library from him who needed them too and she even also stole his long-time customers back home! By his last day as a Newt, he was a nervous wreck and tried to spend the year to recuperate but wherever work took him, there was Marilla Lynch. <em>(And he would oftentimes see Marilla Lynch at sea too, wanting to blast her ship with some cannonballs in his fantasy.) Oh gods, Marilla Lynch where is she, Eli Sommerfeld kept a watchful eye out for her in the Observation Garden.</em> Though today, Eli was back, a Salamander with his eye on the clock and the calendar. His efforts shall go into measuring and optimizing his scholastic progress and keeping his clientele. No one - not a Newt, and certainly not Marilla Lynch - can hold him back now. <br><br>For most of his life, Elixir idolized the Healing Coven who he and the Sommerfelds helped sail on their voyages. Under the stars, they told him tales and demonstrated a variety of their talents. Among them, what caught his interest the most were abjuration (protection spells, healing, barriers) and conjuring (instantaneous transportation, defensive attacks). That was all he had wanted to master. To keep the innocent separate from harm. The Healers enchanted him while they crossed seas, and since then the sea elf was set on joining their ranks. His parents and siblings, well let's just say they let him know they disapprove of him being here and not with them helping them during the busiest fishing and shipping season of the year.<br><br>As Elixir saw who else was around in the Observation Garden, his Palisman, Crystal, erupted in rainbow fire and perched atop the brass obelisk staff.&nbsp; He saw that as many faces that were unfamiliar, there were many faces familiar like Elynea and her iconic Great Horned Owl Palisman. Everyone learned quickly and early on not to mess with that witch. He liked her. He would not be able to handle her path with finesse and grace as she had, but he can share a resemblance of that determination burning in Elynea. He looked up to her and figured perhaps he could glean some wisdom from being around her. He crossed her path to tell her a quick and polite "Good to see you again, Elynea." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 08:15:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://st2.depositphotos.com/1013193/6154/i/450/depositphotos_61545565-stock-photo-woman-dark-elf-warrior.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Elynea (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341843.msg16182934#msg16182934)<br><strong>Grade:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Track:</strong> All Tracts striving for Mastery of all Eight types of magic<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> 9:00 am May 1st<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture: Typical Black Dark Elf Warrior attire.&nbsp; Always wears the same type of clothing.&nbsp; Although sometimes the outfits are a deep blood red, dark purple or forest green. If swimming she is nearly always nude or at least wearing only black lace panties.&nbsp; <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited to be back and ready to take on the new year.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gardens (When in housing section 3: Healing, Bard, Potions) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elixir 'Eli' Sommerfeld<br><strong>Extra:triggering action:</strong> N/A<br></strong><hr><br><strong>"Ah Eli!!! It is good to see you as well. How is my favorite sea elf doing these days? I was afraid that after last semester you might have shied away from coming back again.&nbsp; Did you enjoy your time back in the Shifting Isle?&nbsp; I haven't been back there since I left.&nbsp; I really don't have many pleasant memories of the place.&nbsp; Accept for the ocean itself and all of the beautiful vistas.&nbsp; And to be honest tormenting some poor soul who decided to test what I was made of."</strong>&nbsp; Her laugh that followed her statement would&nbsp; have sent a lesser man running for shelter. Being full of dark bitter tones to most peoples ears. <strong>"I see that you are looking as gorgeous as ever."</strong>&nbsp; (A compliment that she meant even though she only dated women.)&nbsp; <strong>You must have been busy with all those Mermen lurking about in the shallows at low tide."</strong><br><br>Elynea fell silent for a moment before adding, <strong>"I have just been wandering about and enjoying the sights.&nbsp; Would you care to join me?&nbsp; I mean if you can stand being seen with the gal who has the reputation of being mean and cruel?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 23:57:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/501567062359932930/974830858101997568/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marilla Lynch<br><strong>Grade:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Track:</strong> Transmutation and Bard<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> 4:00 pm| May 1st<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White button-up under a sweater vest|Tight slacks| Trade mark hat (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/976951893815353394/image0.jpg)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Thinking| Slightly amused| Hungry<br><strong>Location:</strong> The gardens<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open| (M)Elixir|(M) Elynea<br><strong>Extra:</strong> <br><hr><br>”Mhfth…” The mumble was quiet and almost not even heard among the sounds of conversation and merriment being had around the young woman, her lavender pools focused not on the festival in full swing, but rather down towards the small book currently perched between her spread fingers. Another semester and already she was nose deep in plotting her schedule, ensuring the optimal balance between each track while also giving any spare time towards cramming for other needed measures. After all, she had a reputation to uphold. From her very first year as a newt Marilla was determined to make a name for herself among the others, the try hard and uptight seastress that probably thought she was too good for her fellow peers; at least that’s what she imagined most said. Though she wasn’t about to disagree with a fact that was fairly clear, because <em>obviously</em> she worked harder than most by a long shot. Hard work was in her blood from a young age given her family’s business, rising long before the crack of dawn to make an honest earning as the <em>preferred</em> fishing company back at the Shifting Isles. Not that the Sommerfelds would agree…but then again that was a rivalry that had started long before she was even born. <br><br>Lifting her gaze briefly from her book Marilla couldn’t help the small smirk at the thought of the Sommerfeld son she had had the pleasure of besting, something she took quite a bit of pride in, as the competitiveness of it all only made her work all the harder. Elixir probably wasn’t an awful guy, probably, but the satisfaction of showing once again that the Lynch’s were far superior in comparison even outside of their family businesses did feel too good to not want to chase it again and again. Academically showing up Elixir was just another fact of life really, passing barbs every once a blue moon, but otherwise he wasn’t much on her radar compared to other far more important matters.<br><br>Snapping her book shut with a sigh Marilla turned her speckled gaze towards the various food stands with some thought, having already unpacked in her dorm in the morning. She had managed to evade having to deal with a roommate for her first two years, but as luck would have it this was the year that streak ended. It was….well Marilla wasn’t really sure how she felt just yet about it, being the only child meant more times than most she was off on her own so the concept of sharing was a bit weird. Though it wasn’t like she’d be stuck entertaining her dorm mate with juggling or standing on her head- Titan’s grace she <em>hoped</em> she didn’t have to. At the very least it was another Dragon year and not some Newt, the last thing she needed was some chirpy newbie asking the ins and outs of Klasverry; she had to figure it out herself with no breaks, so these Newts would have to suck it up too.<br><br>Sliding her driftwood carved staff from the crook of one elbow to the other, Marilla tipped her pointed hat up some as her mulling about finally subsided enough to make her realize she hadn’t eaten yet. With the sickly sweet scent of funnel cake and roasted apples wafting in the air, the seaside witch was hankering for something to pass the time. From previous years even Marilla wasn’t immune to the sight of the falling stars at the closing ceremony, the lunar cycle a constant at the start of every semester as it never ceased to amaze the studious girl. Not that she’d ever admit that out loud.<br><br>Snacking on a roasted apple on a stick Marilla hummed to herself as she made her rounds, the sugary crust of brown sugar having been smothered across the soft flesh staving off some of her prickly mannerisms as she wandered. The suctioned tangle of Oliver amused himself on riding a top of her hat in his usual manner, the palisman wanting to admire the view from his lofty position as every so often Marilla snapped off a piece of her treat to hold over her head for him to grab. Oliver was her only true companion in the way no one else could compare to, Marilla’s features softening as she giggled to herself feeling the octopus squirm in seeming delight.”You like that Ollie?” At least he seemed to be enjoying himself, the wandering soon leading the sea witch to briefly cross the courtyard to catch the glimpse of Elixir and Elynea out of the corner of her eye, the pleasant smile dropping some as she pursed her lips. <br><br>They seemed chummy which was a bit of a surprise, Marilla taking a larger bite from her apple as she chewed in thought. She didn’t make a move closer in their direction however, simply glancing briefly before opening her small book against her open palm, distracting herself to keep some peace. The last thing she needed right now was getting into nonsense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>20-05-2022, 17:43:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7a/a6/57/7aa657f4f97fe5b8c169d5d05c133b5f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Barauil Ceiba (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342209.msg16184234#msg16184234)<br><strong>Grade:</strong> 4th Basilisk <br><strong>Track:</strong> Plants<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> May 1st, Early morning <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Energized and Excited <br><strong>Location:</strong> Observation Gardens<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Dawn wasn't an especially early hour to be up for Barauil. It was his normal practice to be awake to greet the sun; meditating as it rose over the horizon; moss green eyes bright and open wide to take in the morning light. It was this first hour of sunlight, when the harsh UV rays were muted enough to really absorb that warm new energy that the great ball of light gave off, without significant eye damage. And the forest dweller loved to bask in that energy.<br>But today Barauil was awake especially early, having already enjoyed a breakfast of blood-beats, itchy-pears, and a crabbyapple, with a mug of fresh morning dew to wash it down, and packed the last of his things. He still had time to meet the sun as it climbed into the sky <br><em>"MARRARVAK!"</em><br><br>Barauil had arrived at the school long before the celebration had begun. After all, he had lots of pots and planters to place and hang. As per usual he had a room to himself. Not that he had requested it. But when they had given him a roommate his first year it didn't work out. They were always complaining about this or that <em>"He keeps the windows open through the entire rain storm…"</em> <em>"...that lemur keeps correcting my homework…"</em> and he gets soil on <em>everything.</em><br>Eventually the school threatened to make him sleep in a cold, dark, basement storeroom…which Barauil was surprisingly happy with. No more complaining roommate, there was a nice patch of the floor that had broken over the years revealing the bare earth underneath. Even without a window he felt quite comfortable. So it was a little disappointing when they refused to let him stay in the same room the next year, but supposedly the ironbark tree he had grown through the floor had been a Titan's headache to get out.<br><br>With his room set up the way he liked it - with the window open - he decided to join the festivities down in the garden. In a nice shady spot, just outside of the clamor of arriving students and celebrators, Barauil was down on his knees in front of a shrub. He had dug out a little hole in the ground and held a tiny seed between his fingers. His other thumb he had stuck in his mouth, swishing it around to get good and moist. When his thumb was glistening with saliva, he stuck the seed into the little hole and used his wet thumb to push it gently into the dirt as he whispered ancient words filled with magic. When he pulled his thumb out of the ground he proceeded to cover the hole with the remaining dirt before sitting back and brushing his hands clean.<br>His green eyes focused on the little mound while his lips curled into an anticipating grin.<br><br>"Come on…you're ready to come out…time to see the sun – There you are!" <br>While he spoke encouraging words to the little mound a sprout popped up out of the dirt. Barauil would continue to lend his positive energy to the little plant as it grew bigger, sprouted more vines followed by buds. In no time one of those buds sprouted into a little red fruit that didn't stay little for long. It began to swell, as did Barauil's eyes. Soon the strawmato he had grown was the size of his fist. Plump red and clearly juicy just from the sight. Raising his hands to the sun Barauil called out,<br><em>"Marrarvak!"</em><br>Before plucking the fruit from the vine, that had continued to grow, and sitting down cross-legged in the grass now facing all the people mingling in the celebration. <br><br>He saw fellow students he knew and expected to go say hello to them soon. But he supposed it was still early, so he had time to enjoy his lunch. Taking a bit of the fruit he let his eyes roll in delight while having to slurp up the extra juice that threatened to drip out. "I told you this was a good seed…" he said to Sannhi as the lemur on his shoulder reached out to his hand to pull the fruit up to her level so she could make her own determination of its deliciousness. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>20-05-2022, 21:13:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/F2423d8d64a15b172e91c29a17aeaf0f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Finn Goodkin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342209.msg16184287#msg16184287)<br><strong>Grade:</strong> Newt - 1st<br><strong>Track:</strong> Transmutation<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> May 1st - Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shown.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Gobsmacked<br><strong>Location:</strong> Observation Gardens<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong> I Need A Himbo (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1qBhCKAhKk)<br><hr><br>Ever since arriving in the Elder Providence the evening before, Finn had been too focused on getting to the school and settling into his dorm room to really pay any attention to the world beyond those strange four walls.&nbsp; He was accustomed to sleeping beneath animal pelts when the weather demanded, but largely lying beneath nothing but a panoply of stars - so the closed-in room felt claustrophobic and confining in a way he was very unaccustomed to.&nbsp; There were drawers to put his meager belongings in, but they barely filled two and he looked from the dresser to the closet, wondering if he would be expected to accumulate enough clothing to fill all of that space?&nbsp; With that concern bouncing around in his head, he'd gone for a walk through the school and only avoided getting hopelessly lost by dint of a naturally brilliant sense of direction.&nbsp; Still, when he'd finally returned to his room, he realized he had barely seen a fraction of the building and felt more uncertain than he ever had in his life.<br><br>That sensation only deepened the next morning when he woke with the sun and felt a deep sense of disorientation as he stared at the ceiling from the pallet he'd made on the floor, finding the bed too soft and small to be able to sleep in comfortably.&nbsp; After a couple of hours spent in rigorous exercise, he washed up and put on a fresh set of clothes, wondering how he was meant to clean the others when he didn't have a convenient river nearby to take them to.&nbsp; Making a note to ask one of his teachers, he left his room and followed the sounds of the hullabaloo in the gardens, his dark brown eyes wide as he peered around at all the decorations and stalls.&nbsp; He skirted the crowds, his large frame and 6'7" height making him fretful over inadvertently trodding upon the smaller people mingling around the grounds, especially when he was so distracted by ogling the wonders around him.<br><br>The scent of food drew him inexorably to the stalls that displayed their wares and whose aromas flooded his mouth with saliva.&nbsp; He didn't recognize most of them but spied one merchant offering smoked haunches of meat - the sight of which made his stomach growl loudly.&nbsp; <em>"Food?"</em>&nbsp; The croaking voice of the round frog perched atop his simple, hand-carved staff split the air as the scents woke the sleepy beast.&nbsp; Finn grunted in response and headed for the stall with the meat, though he glanced toward the sugary funnel cakes next door with undisguised interest.&nbsp; He didn't recognize the golden brown batter covered in white power, but he suspected it was like the honeyed frycakes his mother often made and should be reserved for after a proper meal.&nbsp; "What will you take in trade for your biggest haunch?"&nbsp; His voice was a baritone avalanche that rolled through his broad chest and was far too resonant to be quiet but yet managed to be soft in an unexpected way.&nbsp; His brow furrowed as he peered at the vender and then beamed broadly at the assurance that there was no cost to students, accepting the offered leg with relish.&nbsp; "Gratitude and blessings to you, kind merchant!"<br><br>Turning from the stall, he stepped away and stood off to the side as he tore into the juicy meat with his strong teeth and jaws, unmindful of the grease that dripped down his chin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>26-05-2022, 17:32:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/501567062359932930/975560091807911976/IMG_2089.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Juniper the Satyress <br><strong>Profession:</strong> Bard Professor<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> May 1st<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>White off shoulder blouse| Long brown skirt (perfect for dancing)| Traveling boots (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/4011087165240319/)<br><strong>Mood:</strong>Itching to dance| Socializing| Having fun<br><strong>Location:</strong> Observation gardens<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Finn, Barauil (Through Ferrow the finch)<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Her staff can shift to a lyre with her Palisman riding on her horns <br><hr><br><br><br>Ah a new semester, a new batch of newts, and the chance to reacquaint with those who she had had the pleasure of teaching before; the newt version of Juniper would have been in awe of what her current self had achieved. After all there had always been those whom felt the half bred of a satyr would have been unable to amount to anything aside from merriment (with or without clothes) and prose for pennies, the common rural child who’s head was in the clouds with a dream that most simply didn’t give faith towards. It only made her wide smile upon graduating from Klasverry that much more satisfying to those who had judged her beforehand, earning her place and continuing that dream of passing on her inspiration to younger minds in the way <em>she</em> wanted rather than the stiff outline of those hardened in the old ways.<br><br>The Great Titan would have surely wished for the civilization he had helped create to look to the future, growing and thriving in adaptation as not only had Glawoer was pushing its own limits, magic too would evolve and needed to be embraced as ever changing. Juniper’s style of teaching was seen as out of the box and limitless in its new found ways, yet it made a connection with those she taught, and so the privilege to continue her career only heightened the satyr’s enthusiasm to find new and better ways to change young minds; after all bards were obviously <em>cool</em>.<br><br>Gentle steps dampened the usual sharp ticks of the satyr’s hooves as Juniper waltzed along the gardens with a skip in her step, boots in place saving some face but in all actuality she preferred having the element of surprise than announcing her presence straight forward as usual. The beginning festivities of the new semester was always so entrancing even if she had been a part of such for a number of years now, but as a professor, certainly there was some rite to follow- much to slight annoyance. Professors had to be the role model for the students and uphold- Yada yada yada.<br><br>”Ah~ I do believe there isn’t enough merriment to be had yet!” The honeyed trill of Juniper’s voice rang out, the slight crowd she had stepped within turning their gaze to the flower crowned satyr as she flashed a wide smile. Sliding her staff across her palm the once wooden finch came to life as it chirped sweetly, flying around her head before coming to rest on the ebony curl of Juniper’s horns that rest in the nest of ivory locks flowing wildly around her. Twirling her staff the long birch shifted until the glitter of a lyre fell into her hands, the gentle strum of the first chord giving out a warm wave as the notes themselves all but floated lightly within the air around the crowd.<br><br>Those within her radius would find themselves feeling giddy and warm as the plucking melody began to pick up, Juniper swirling around as the flow of her skirt followed along her in her steps, the melody a familiar song to those of Glawoer as the children’s lullaby was a favorite at any get together. Dancing lightly around the throngs of students and families alike Juniper was at peace when she played her heart’s song, half lidded gems of piercing gold spied some familiar faces, students from the previous year and even those whom had been longer. Ah perhaps a new generation of students turned professors, she could only dream. <br><br>Spying perhaps the tallest of folks she had ever witnessed, no doubt enjoying his turkey leg with great earnest, Juniper couldn’t help <em>some</em> playful mischief, Ferrow the finch feeling like minded as the small bird landed on top of Finn’s head to give a sweet chirp. A moment or two of chirping would find Ferrow giving the orc a light peck, barely felt, but enough to catch his attention towards the now growing mass of dancing that had erupted around Juniper. Ferrow enjoyed Juniper’s music perhaps more than any, even if he was biased, as the finch would soon flee from Finn to perch a top another whom he was a bit more familiar with in order to coax those to merriment. <br><br>Barauil was a student in which Ferrow knew better than others, Sannhi getting a more enthusiastic chirping session with the fellow palisman before another light peck on the student’s head was given. Who doesn’t dance at a party?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>27-05-2022, 17:11:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Vesper Clanwing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342209.msg16184276#msg16184276)<br><strong>Grade:</strong> Basilisk, 4th Year<br><strong>Track:</strong> Potions<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> 1 May<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-grey cloak, sleeveless faded-black tunic, dark maroon trousers, and boots.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> A meal before work<br><strong>Location:</strong> Festival, Observation Gardens<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong> N/A<br><hr>A great, white creature soared through the sky on immense, silent wings. Its eagle foreclaws were outstretched, talons spread and cutting through the air that rippled its snowy feathers. Perched on its back was a rider with stark-white, feathered hair. The wind raced along the lengthy layers of her dark-gray cloak causing it to ripple like a flag as they soared above a festival. She clutched handfuls of her griffon’s feathered neck and braced its wide flank with her thighs as she looked down at the sea of students—some Newt and some returning. She had also been returning from a long journey. Various bags were strapped about her griffon’s hindquarters and shoulders stuffed with numerous ingredients—the eyes, teeth, tails, claws, glands, warts, etc. of beasts. One beast had left a memento on her milk flesh. Three, claw-like scars were on her left forearm.<br><br>The rider, Vesper Clanwing, Basilisk at the Klasverry School of the Arcane had been on her way back to her dorm room when the aroma of several roasting foods caused her to turn her steed around. The griffon’s wings went stiff as it banked counterclockwise to circle the garden below like a bird of prey. A mischievous smile curled on Vesper’s pink lips as a strategy wove together in her mind. Her griffon’s glossy, black eye shifted toward her, reflecting her handsome face.<br><br>“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.<br><br>The griffon uttered a low rumble and a series of clicks in agreement.<br><br>Vesper’s lips unzipped into an impish grin. “Let’s give these green beans a show.”<br><br>The griffon’s wings began to bend and tuck inward, and it dove out of the sky, swooping toward the ground in a big arch. It passed over the tops of the vendor booths, causing loose napkins, plates, and other lightweight materials to become swept into the air from the palisman’s velocity.<br><br>Vesper tipped upside-down and her griffon snagged her shins within its talons. A large, smoked turkey leg was snatched from a stack of legs and held between her teeth. Her other hands went to work, snatching up two apples that she stuffed under her shirt beneath a sports bra. Bending up toward her palisman’s belly, she gave it a light tap as the griffon released her legs.<br><br>The stark-haired senior dropped with a thump from her boots on top of a table that wobbled precariously beneath her. She thrust out her pale, muscular arms, stumbling for a short moment before she regained her balance. <br><br>Shocked by the…lad’s? sudden appearance, the vendor first looked about for some sort of transport. Where the hell had he come from? “Hey! Get down from there!” he ordered as he stormed toward the boy.<br><br>Vesper had been eying the baked pretzels when she noticed a new face who was gawking up at her. The red-headed novice was marveling Vesper’s model-like height and crisp, blue eyes that exotically contrasted with her pallor skin. Still gripping the crispy leg of meat in her mouth, Vesper’s oaken brows lifted curiously at the girl before her hand disappeared up her shirt, grasping ahold of what the Newt had thought was her tit.<br><br>The girl’s face had an outbreak of blush redder than her hair and her eyes swelled to the size of saucers. Vesper’s tit then suddenly deflated, and the Newt’s mouth fell open in stupefaction. A red and yellow apple was tossed to the stunned girl whose hands rose all on their own to catch the warm apple.<br><br>Vesper quickly passed the loop of a giant pretzel over her wrist and snagged a sausage on a stick. Holding her free arm upward, she stepped back along the table, avoiding the swipes from the angry vendor. Her griffon looped around, flipping upside-down before descending in a swoop to lock forearms with Vesper. The senior was snatched away, giving the Newt a departing wink as she was carried into the sky. The griffon reached down to snatch the sausage from Vesper’s hand within its beak before lifting its rider back to its back. Vesper slid back into the saddle, tearing the turkey leg from her teeth as they ascended back toward their intended destination.<br><br>A salamander grinned at the newt girl whose face was still red. “Someone has a crush!”<br><br>The newt girl jumped. “N-no not at all. I just…It was just unexpected…” She looked away, clutching the apple within her anxious hands. “He startled me that’s all.”<br><br>The salamander’s brows crashed together as he gave the newt’s back a hard stare. “He? That was a girl.”<br><br>The newt then whirled. “What? Surely, you’re mistaken.”<br><br>The salamander scratched his head in confusion. “A-am I? I’ve attended this school for a year, and I always thought she was a girl.” He then mentally panicked, <em>Gods! Have I been crushing on another man this entire time?</em><br><br>The salamander turned to another student. “Hey, did you see that girl with the griffon just now? That’s a girl, right?”<br><br>“Heck no. That’s a dude.”<br><br>“She’s a girl,” chimed another female.<br><br>“Stop lying to the younglings.”<br><br>“I’m not lying! She’s a girl!”<br><br>The newt gave all the students a blank stare as they argued over the mysterious rider’s gender. She had thought with some of them having attended the school longer than she that someone would have known.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madam Striga</strong> on <strong>30-05-2022, 23:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/eb/45/8b/eb458b9efc5dbc0550287c95f2b1f05d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fray Moloch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342209.msg16186060#msg16186060)<br><strong>Grade:</strong> Newt<br><strong>Track:</strong> Illusion &amp; Oracle<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> 1st May<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy turtleneck, dark trousers and lace up boots<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Curious | Peckish | Wary<br><strong>Location:</strong> Festival, Observation Gardens<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vesper | Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong> N/a<br><hr>To say that the Festival was unlike anything that Fray had seen before would be an understatement. For one accustomed to the rolling fog and cool solitude of the Volley, being immersed in the activities at the Campus was like stepping through a door into another world. Only, as soon as he stepped through the door vanished and he found himself isolated in a place utterly alien to him. All the warnings his older siblings had issued about how unusual, bright and <em> loud </em> Klasverry was, suddenly seemed inadequate to describe the party playing out all around him. Still, they had survived their school experience, more or less unruffled, and Fray trusted that he could do the same. Once he got used to all the noise, that was.<br><br>Fray kept to himself as he walked the observation gardens, accompanied by only the large lunar moth which made its home inside of a dark glass atop his staff during daylight hours. Only the magical glow which emanated from the moth was visible from the outside as Fray's Palismen rested. Even at night she was an almost silent companion, and Fray found he did not mind this. It was an easy and welcome silence which he was now rather looking forward to in the face of the opening ceremony for the School Year. <em>Would every celebration, for each of his years at Klasverry, be quite so chaotic?</em> Fray certainly hoped not.<br><br>Even so he could not help the budding curiosity, he felt as he watched the goings on, a feeling which was only amplified by the appearance of a large winged beast swooping over the nearby food stalls with its rider. Fray clutched his staff tighter, expecting trouble, but what he saw was instead an act of... Ridiculousness. Rather than making off with the stallholder as a mid morning snack, the Griffon and the indescribable figure atop its back decided to make off with all manner of treats from the stall. Which in turn attracted quite a bit of attention from some of the other students gathered nearby.<br><br>As the pair swooped off back into the sky, Fray frowned "I hope they don't do that again in a hurry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>31-05-2022, 02:34:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/014070fe9f2477038b8a4c92d2787a0c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elixir 'Eli' Sommerfeld <br><strong>Grade:</strong> Salamander; 2nd Year<br><strong>Track:</strong> Healing (Abjuration &amp; Conjuring)<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> May 1st<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Trinket pendant of a white gold wyvern; gray tunic.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> <em>Curious, Spoiled, Focused</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Observation Garden<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN, Marilla Lynch, Elynea, Barauil Ceiba, <br>Finn Goodkin, Vesper Clanwing, Fray Moloch<br><strong>Extra:</strong> <br><hr><br>Elixir laughed quietly because what Elynea said might be true. He almost did not come back. He wore an amused face of softness and contemplation, dwelling on Elynea's words in summer ambience. "Did I enjoy my time back home? A resounding yes. I could show you all the secret spots. However, I mean, yeah I had a taste of Klasverry. Throughout the year I had nightmares where I stopped attending and yeah, really put things into perspective. So I'm back, this time with a clearly formulated agenda." He laughed again this time at the mention of mermen business, side-eyeing her, "How did you know about that? Was it you I saw lurking the shallows at low tide?" He smirked, teasing. "And what?? I'm gorgeous? No, you're stunning, no don't start a fight you can't win." <br><br><em><strong>"I have just been wandering about and enjoying the sights.&nbsp; Would you care to join me?&nbsp; I mean if you can stand being seen with the gal who has the reputation of being mean and cruel?"</strong></em><br><br>"That actually works out for me, it repels bullies and you know I can't fight."<br><br>The sea elf sneered at the knuckles of his closed dainty fists and strolled with her, measuring everyone in glances and quips. <br><br>"What do you think of the Marrarvak-ing Baruil Ceiba guy? He seems interesting." <br><em>"My, my, that Finn Goodkin. I heard he knows how to keep warm."</em> <br>"Oh wow, Professor Juniper. Honestly, enchants me each time." <br>"Vesper Clanwing and Fray Moloch, I'm not very familiar with..." <br><em>"Oh no. Spotted. Marilla Lynch."</em> Elixir deeply sighed.<br><br>The last thing he needed right now was getting into nonsense.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>01-06-2022, 20:44:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://st2.depositphotos.com/1013193/6154/i/450/depositphotos_61545565-stock-photo-woman-dark-elf-warrior.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Elynea (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341843.msg16182934#msg16182934)<br><strong>Grade:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Track:</strong> All Tracts striving for Mastery of all Eight types of magic<br><strong>Time|Date:</strong> 9:30 am May 1st<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture: Typical Black Dark Elf Warrior attire.&nbsp; Always wears the same type of clothing.&nbsp; Although sometimes the outfits are a deep blood red, dark purple or forest green. If swimming she is nearly always nude or at least wearing only black lace panties.&nbsp; <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited to be back and ready to take on the new year.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gardens (When i n housing section 3: Healing, Bard, Potions) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elixir 'Eli' Sommerfeld<br><strong>Extra:triggering action:</strong> N/A<br></strong><hr><br>Elynea laughed lightly with a soft grin playing on her lips.&nbsp; She had always enjoyed talking to Eli.&nbsp; Most people who happened to see them together would most likely wonder why they hung out together.&nbsp; The truth was even as rough a time as she had while living by the sea Elynea had developed a strong bond of friendship with not only Eli but with several other Sea Elves as well.&nbsp; <strong>"And just what makes you think I would do such a thing as sneaking around in the shadows to spy on the private affairs of a Sea Elf and a Merman... even if the said Sea Elf did happen to have a rather cute ass, I mean for a guy of course.&nbsp; Women's ass's are far better looking.&nbsp; No offence.&nbsp; But yes I would love to take a tour with you.&nbsp; Perhaps at our midterm break we could travel back together."</strong><br><br>The Dark Elf fell silent as they continued to walk through the gardens taking in sights and listening to what her friend was saying.&nbsp; Laughing lightly at the comments he was making about various individuals he had been pointing out.&nbsp; <strong>"To be honest I try not to pass judgement on people whom I do not know very well.&nbsp; Most of the time my eyes are far to focused on heavy tomes of reading material to notice things that are going on around me.&nbsp; As long as I do not sense any danger my nose is more often than not stuck in some book or another."</strong>&nbsp; Glancing in the direction of the person whom he had last mentioned.<br><br><strong>"I wouldn't worry much about Marilla Lynch.&nbsp; She just simply seems to think she needs to be better than everyone else.&nbsp; Serious flaw of character if you ask me.&nbsp; But I hold no grudges against her.&nbsp; She does study hard and is good at her practiced arts.&nbsp; The two of us have had a friendly if rather intense competition with one another the last two years.&nbsp; I actually welcome the challenge.&nbsp; I believe it makes us both stronger for all of the reading and practical application of our skills.&nbsp; I have to admit she is very talented.&nbsp; But please don't ever tell her I said so.&nbsp; Oh and by the way, it really is no secret that you were not built for fighting."</strong><br><br>This last statement was followed by a slightly louder and longer laugh that matched the mischievous smile that was playing across her lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh look, soft pretzels and ale why don't we go grab some.&nbsp; I mean who says it's not right to have an ale before noon."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Klasverry School of the Arcane [School thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2022, 03:42:19</strong>
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				First off-<br><br>Thank you all for being a part of this game, which makes me say with a heavy heart that I am closing this.<br>Due to personal reasons and with way less time to myself I find writing difficult and inspiration lacking. I hope in the future I may be able to bring this back. I will shut down all threads by the end of the night.<br><br>Thank you,<br>Bekah
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