Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 20:03:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Redhurst Academy of Magic</span></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/Zwp6v9e.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Redhurst has always been something special, even among the arcane community.&nbsp; It’s one of the few multi-dimensional academies of magic not tied to a single plane of existence or nation.&nbsp; Headmaster Andarlin recruits those with the gift of the arcane from across the multiverse, no matter how remote.&nbsp; Where most academies are tied down by a single location or the whims of a greater power, Redhurst is truly independent, dedicated first and foremost to the education of all in the arcane arts.<br><br>The Academy’s current location in the Multiverse is in the Dragon’s Reach, an archipelago of fishing towns and bustling port cities.&nbsp; It was a popular hub for merchants on its Material World, but the islands did not have a reputation for wizardry and arcane lore.&nbsp; The school lairs high in the mountains overlooking the island, surrounding by sheer cliff faces.<br><br>It’s been only a day since the beginning of the school year, set at the autumnal equinox.&nbsp; Students are still in the process of arriving to campus and reuniting with old friends.&nbsp; Fresh-faced first-years gape at the grandness of Redhurst Academy of Magic, its expansive fields and tall towers more suited to a castle or keep than a college.&nbsp; Only a few students passed through the crimson front gates, the majority coming in through gleaming metallic archways linked to other Planes of existence.&nbsp; The public square in front of the gates can easily hold over a thousand people.&nbsp; A pair of statues in the middle of the central fountain depicts the school’s founders stretching their arms in a welcoming gesture.&nbsp; According to your Student Handbook, Aegis and Nammor were a pair of elven adventurers who began their teaching careers at the tender age of 100 before founding Redhurst several decades later.<br><br>A diverse blend of students from all locales mingles in the public square.&nbsp; Elves, gnomes, and the other humanoids are accompanied by centaurs, faeries, bipedal insectoids, and even what appears to be a statue of living crystal!<br><br>A well-armored cart coming through the gate draws the attention of several students, yet several faculty and guards keep anyone from prying too closely into it.&nbsp; Suddenly, loud sound not unlike the peal of thunder comes from the interior.&nbsp; “Sensitive goods,” the carriage driver says as his horses pick up a hurried gallop into one of the towers.&nbsp; This quickly fuels rumors as to its contents as soon as the words escape his mouth.<br><br>“I felt it!” an eager third-year shouts.&nbsp; “Something with a powerful aura!”<br><br>“What was it?”<br><br>“I don’t know, I didn’t have enough time to concentrate!”<br><br>This student wasn’t the first to cast a Detect Magic spell upon the caravan, but almost all of them could not penetrate the defenses.&nbsp; The one student who apparently spotted what’s inside the cart interior is a short-haired elf woman.<br><br>Before anybody could further inquire, several prefects usher people away.&nbsp; “Time to go!” they exclaim.&nbsp; “Headmaster Andarlin wishes to welcome you all!”&nbsp; A young human man of about 17 dressed in the traditional Redhurst robes of crimson and gold rounds you up along with a small group of students out of the square towards a large gate.<br><br>An old and wizened elf that could be nothing other than the Headmaster stands there alongside nearly two dozen teachers.&nbsp; “Welcome to Redhurst!” they all exclaim with happiness.&nbsp; “We all look forward to meeting you!”<br><br>You’re closer to Redhurst than ever before.&nbsp; A grand hall supported by pillars is straight ahead, and its tall towers and walls give it the appearance of a castle fit for a king.&nbsp; The prefects suddenly separate you and your group from the crowd of students; the rest head into the hall.<br><br>“Your dorms are on the right,” the young man tells you.&nbsp; Follow me.<br><br>The dorm rooms are on the ground floor, a collection of rooms next to each other in narrow corridors.&nbsp; It looks like sound and disturbances would easily travel, and your room in particular appears rather small.&nbsp; Bed, studying tables, and chest come in groups of four, indicating that you might be sharing this room with others.&nbsp; In fact, it appears that the other three students arrived here at the same time you have!</em><br><br>[Introduce your character around this time]<br><br><strong>Note:</strong>&nbsp; Feel free to describe your character’s interactions in the public square and other times in the introduction.&nbsp; Create backstory, friends and rivals, and other interesting details if you so desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 01:31:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Dorm <br>Tagging: Anyone</strong><br><br>Nys raised a brow as he stepped into the room, not due to surprise, but instead the lack of it.&nbsp; The chamber wasn't luxurious, but neither was it unpleasant: he'd stayed in far worse during his travels.&nbsp; Still, he was hoping to avoid the indignities of actually sharing a room with strangers and hoped the lack of any other students was a sign that there would be empty beds.&nbsp; <br><br>He took a moment to look the area over and finally decided on a bed along the far side of the room: away from the traffic and noise of the entry and situated pleasantly beneath a large window with a surprisingly grand view of the courtyard.&nbsp; He watched as a strange cart made its way across the square, then turned away with a shrug at yet another strangeness to situate his gear.&nbsp; There wasn't much; his father had been very insistent that he not be spoiled by privilege.&nbsp; Nys, for his part, couldn't fathom how some basic comforts and a servant or two could harm his education, but his father avoided negotiation by the simple act of being gone almost every moment of the last six months. It was an annoyingly effective technique, Nys had to admit.&nbsp; <br><br>So for now he simply spread out his linens and blankets, put a few changes of clothes into the nearby chest, and placed a couple quills, texts and a picture of each of his sisters on his desk.&nbsp; Satisfied, he took a seat and considered what to do next.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 05:15:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>She walks through the portal again for the second time in her life, her second year at this place is about to begin and yet she is filled with the usual dread seeing the soaring towers of Redhurst. One tanned hand reaching up to tug her cloak tighter around herself as if to shield her from this infernal place. Yes intellectually she can understand why she needs to get her god forsaken powers that she has been cursed with, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. One first year student sees the necromancy mark on her robe and visibly pales, she can't blame him really and just tries to give a reassuring smile. It probably comes off as more cruel then she intended and the young boy turns and vanishes in the crowd.<br><br>"Well, at least he has the right idea." She mutters to herself and lifts her pack higher on her back, the backpack bulging with items and her prayer mat rolled up neatly on top. Like her people she is deeply religious and makes sure to never miss any of her five prayers a day even if it interferes with her study. She looks around and sees one of the teachers responsible for assigning students to their dorms, "Hello Sir, Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan, second year student." She bows deeply in respect keeping her eyes averted not wanting any teacher to see the self loathing she has for herself, that feeling is always more intense when she is just arriving after having spent some time in the blessed desert.<br><br>"Ah yes, miss eh.. al-Fulan..." he is obviously not sure which of all those names is her last so he buries his nose in the list and finally finds her name. "Ah yes, here is your room slip. You know the way I trust?"<br><br>She looks at her room assignment and nods, "yes Sir, I do thank you." She bows again and turns to head towards the assigned dorm, she avoids all the other students as they run around saying hello to old friends, try to find their way or just stand around wide eyed at the marvels around them as is the case of the first year students.<br><br>"Sorry pardon me, may the great prophet guide you." She rubs her shoulder where a large young man has bumped into her before she can finally sneak into the assigned room with a sigh of gratitude. "ah.. peace and quie.. oh... hello." she spots the white haired young man sitting there obviously having already made himself comfortable.<br><br>"Is this.. " she looks at the number on the door again and frowns, it looks like they assigned her to a mixed gender room.<br><br>"Hello Sir, my name is Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan and it looks like we will be room mates." She bows deeply in respect and lets her eyes peer at him curiously through her brown bangs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 07:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Dorm <br>Tagging: Na'ima</strong><br><br>Nys looked up as the door opened, a slight tinge of disappointment - apparently he would have at least one roommate - swiftly crushed by masculine delight. <em> Well, if she comes with the room, perhaps I've deeply underestimated this place. </em>&nbsp; He was dressed in black and white, boldly emphasizing his own lack of coloring.&nbsp; The clothes were made of good cloth, although utility was emphasized, and the design seemed partly exotic evening wear and partly even more exotic military uniform, but was catching enough to work for him.&nbsp; <br><br>He possessed a fairly keen eye for a first impression - that much of his father's lessons had certainly stuck with him.&nbsp; It seemed she was having difficulty with the school already and conveyed the feeling of being trapped.&nbsp; The eagerness to please, as she cast off her own weariness to greet him and the overly formal manner of it, struck another chord and a small part of Nys' mind couldn't help thinking that, if that delightful form were coupled with some actual talent, his new roommate would sell for a very handsome sum.&nbsp; Not that he planned to do so; but one must always be prepared for opportunity.&nbsp; <br><br>For now it seemed only proper to comfort the girl and as she seemed inclined to act like a skittish new house girl, he would treat her as such: they did best with direction and kindness.&nbsp; <br><br>Nys smiled, warm and polite, and gave a slight nod to acknowledge her bow as he spoke gently, getting her name mostly right.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, you're in the right room, Na'ima Rabdalrashda bintomar ibincald alfulan,"</strong> he didn't really have any idea if that were true, since he hadn't seen her slip, but he didn't intend to trade Na'ima for some reeking half troll or slime.&nbsp; He pointed to the bed nearest his, likewise against the far wall and sharing the light of the window.&nbsp; <strong>"That one is yours.&nbsp; But don't introduce yourself like that.&nbsp; No one's ever going to call you that entire mouthful, you'll just leave them confused and irritated which is worse than no introduction at all.&nbsp; Do it again - I shall give up to, say, three syllables." </strong> He continued to sit, folded his hands and tilted his head slightly as he waited politely, not yet bothering to introduce himself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 07:23:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>She can tell when she is being talked down to and frowns slightly, hiding it by bending down to untie the prayer mat from her pack and places it on the floor beside the bed. "Well, Sir, if you have trouble remembering that how do you plan to remember your spells?" She gives him a long look trying to figure him out, obviously a rich mans son based on his clothing and slightly superior air he is putting on. Then again, who knows by elves.. she cant say she has much experience with them having only seen one before and that was last year here at the school.<br><br>"but if you have problems with your memory then Na'ima will do. And may I ask what your name is? Or shall I just call you elf?" Her voice holding a bit more venom then she intended and she opens her backpack and starts taking her clothes out to put them away in the chest that is hers, the oils and soaps going into an elegant basket that she can take with her to the bath. Like everyone of her countrymen she is very keen on cleanliness. She slips out of her shoes and puts them neatly next to the bed before kneeling down on the mat with a thoughtful look on her face, the Gods may have forsaken her but she will never forsake them.<br><br>"To be honest I didn't expect to be sharing room with a man, probably a clerical error that they will fix soon. Unless they planned for you to be my servant that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 08:20:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Dorm <br>Tagging: Na'ima</strong><br><br>Nys broke into a wide grin, his eyes glinting with pleasure as he released a polite laugh.&nbsp; This one bit back, and far from being offended the barbs raised her significantly in his opinion.&nbsp; It didn't hurt, of course, that she was simultaneously so delightfully obedient.&nbsp; Nys leaned forward, propping his head on one hand and admiring her form as she moved about.&nbsp; Humans were always so interesting to watch.&nbsp; <strong>"I didn't say no one would remember you, little Na'ima, just that they wouldn't call you that.&nbsp; Can you imagine the sort of trouble?&nbsp; 'Na'ima Rabdalrashda bintomar ibincald alfulan, there's a dragon behind you!'&nbsp; You'd be quite gobbled up by the time we got to the important bit, which would be rather a shame."</strong><br><br>He rose as Na'ima finished with her basket of soaps, stepping over to gesture at it curiously.&nbsp; <strong>"May I?"</strong>&nbsp; He was no stranger to washing, being fairly fastidious himself, but he found it interesting that of the all the things to occupy one's immediate attention in a new place she turned to soap.&nbsp; Besides, a simple inhalation would tell a story; the sort of land she was from that would grow such herbs, her affluence based on their rarity and preparation, and maybe even something of her mindset.&nbsp; And, of course, he just enjoyed nice smells. <strong> "Oh,"</strong> he waved a hand in negation as she lowered herself to the mat, <strong>"how very kind of you, but there's really no need to kneel."</strong>&nbsp; He pitched it perfectly, the blithe haughtiness of a privileged noble brat, enough to raise her ire - and winked playfully just it did so.&nbsp; Two, of course, could play the game of barbs.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You may certainly call me elf.&nbsp; Is that enough?&nbsp; I haven't seen any others, but like tends to overlook like.&nbsp; Doubtless you haven't noticed a single pretty brunette.&nbsp; I'm Nys Vendatti, Nys to...well, everyone, really, unless you prefer some title of address - oh, you <em>do</em> seem biased against brevity.&nbsp; Let me rummage around and come up with something pompous sounding.&nbsp; Ah!&nbsp; I think I'm the Right Honorable Lord Seneschal of the Third House of the Golden Blooming Iris.&nbsp; If there's a hungry dragon about, I suppose you'll just have to scream and point or something.&nbsp; Of course, I don't have <em>quite</em> the hubris to compare my name to an invocation which bends the primordial energy of chaos and creation to mortal will, so you can forget anything you like and I won't judge you."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>He gave the girl another playful smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Shall I let you pray now?&nbsp; We can discuss your issues with men afterwards."&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 22:45:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> the Right Honorable Lord Seneschal of the Third House of the Golden Blooming Iris<br><br>Her lips curl into a smile at his replies and she chuckles to herself, "ah pleased to meet you the Right Honorable Lord Seneschal of the Third House of the Golden Blooming Iris. And yes sadly dragons and our inability to be flexible in the case of a dragon attack has made my people dwindle in numbers. As we all know the desert is filled with dragons, can't take two steps outside of our tents before being mobbed by several of them. If only we had been flexible enough to use a shorter version of our names in the face of danger."<br><br>She closes her eyes and brings her hand up to gently touch her lips and forehead before kneeling down on the mat, of course as she is praying she is giving him a good view of her firm behind when it lifts up into the air as she presses her forehead against the soft mat. Slowly it seems like her tension seeps out of her and when she leans up again her face is almost glowing with a deep inner calm. She turns to look at him with a soft little chuckle, "My issues with men? Please do tell Sir what issues I have, it is always interesting to hear others viewpoint after their careful observations of several seconds."<br><br>She remains seated on the mat, her hands reaching up to undo her hair and starts combing it out to get the sand out of it. Her eyes watching him closely, slowly roaming over his body and she can't but help but grin as her gaze wanders over his chest and down over his legs. She has to admit, he is very easy on the eyes and his easy charm would probably let him only sleep alone if he so wishes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 02:12:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Dorm <br>Tagging: Na'ima Dragonbait</strong><br><br>Nys nodded sadly at the sardonic tragedy of her countrymen, pretending to miss the sarcasm.&nbsp; <strong>"My condolences for their sad fate; I shall strive valiantly to save you from demise as dragon bait by calling you Na'ima, or other short appellations.&nbsp; For your own good only, of course."</strong>&nbsp; He rifled through the soaps; she hadn't exactly given permission, but as he'd asked he didn't feel it was rude.&nbsp; He took a light sniff of each one in turn, then rearranged things to leave his preferred scents on top and more likely to be used.&nbsp; <br><br>He was prepared to wait patiently for her to finish her religious obligations.&nbsp; He was young by elven standards, but certainly old enough that a few minutes of idleness didn't bother him unduly.&nbsp; However, when he turned to face her the sight of the lovely young woman kneeling in submission and displayed so entrancingly dismissed any concerns of boredom.&nbsp; Smiling, he leaned back against his desk and drank in Na'ima's charms as he considered whether it was ironic or telling that her prayer so closely matched positions taught to pleasure slaves.&nbsp; <br><br>When she finished and spoke, he asked his own question before answering.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you do that often?"</strong>&nbsp; He waved a finger at the mat to indicate her prayer.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you have to face any particular direction?&nbsp; I hear some do."</strong><br><br>He noticed her eyes move over his body and paused artlessly for a moment to allow her enjoyment while she answered.&nbsp; It wasn't intended as a vain gesture; it simply seemed selfish not to allow her the same pleasure she'd given him.&nbsp; After a moment, he pulled his chair over and took a seat with her at his feet.&nbsp; <strong>"It usually works best if you tell me your issues, rather than the other way about, but your way has a certain charm.&nbsp; Well, you are a young woman of, shall we say, adventuresome age - I think you're young?&nbsp; Humans are always so hard to tell, a couple decades makes such a difference - who discovers a pretty boy in her room and looks dismayed.&nbsp; You immediately seek a clerical out, and then use that adorable defensiveness about a servant.&nbsp; Here, give me that and sit still,"</strong> he reached out and plucked the brush from her hand, then set about her hair himself.&nbsp; It was a bit shorter than his own and much thicker, but familiar enough that he felt competent about it.&nbsp; <strong>"You didn't know my name, so it was nothing personal.&nbsp; Possibly you're racist.&nbsp; I don't think so, so the most likely reason is that you have some mistrust of men.&nbsp; Is it because you're a virgin?"</strong>&nbsp; He paused and regarded her curiously.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 02:26:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Dorm<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Na'ima and Nys<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Melda happened to enter at the point. She had just managed to find the dorms, the entire school was like one big labyrinth. Reminded her of home, actually.... The elf wondered to herself if they had the same 'pets' as her mother kept around her basement labyrinth. They were always fun to play around with, though it usually took her a bit to recover from playing with them. Melda doubted it though, that would probably be far too much a distraction for the students.<br><br>&nbsp;She moved around the room, putting away her meager belongings, taking out her scimitar and hanging it above her bed. <em>'Wait, virgin?'</em> Melda turned around, looking at the human inquisitively. 'Ah, a human girl. Must have led a sheltered life.' Putting away her clothing, Melda bowed to the two. <strong>"Apologize for ignoring you two. I was rather focused on putting away my things. I am Melda'Paio. But, please, call me Melda. Or Mel."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;The elf wasn't wearing much. A cloth wrap around her fairly good sized bust, and a loose fitting pair of trousers. Her long red hair was tied back into a ponytail. There was a tattoo on her left arm, a wing and a tail. She certainly didn't look like any sort of mage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 05:37:55</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Right Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Conversations gradually picked up within the dormitory, most likely greetings between new roommates and the inevitable arguments regarding choice beds and living spaces.&nbsp; More than a few dropped their personal belongings as soon as they set foot inside before exploring the rest of the building.&nbsp; Others struggled to keep their familiars under control, and soon squawks, ribbits, and meows joined the Common tongue in a loud chorus.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WWx49cw.jpg?1)</div><br>A blonde-haired boy clad in black ventured into the room shared by Nys, Na'ima, and Melda.&nbsp; His black clad robes were not appropriate wear for the average Redhurst student.&nbsp; The momentary flash of an Arcane Mark showed up on his right breast every so often, indicating his prefect status.&nbsp; A flying raven accompanied him into the room.<br><br>"Greetings, I am Prefect Arturon.&nbsp; Classes will start in 10 minutes."&nbsp; He remained within the room, apparently unsure of something.<br><br>"We should go now," the raven said.<br><br>"It's alright, Edgar.&nbsp; This is our last room, I don't see the harm."<br><br>"So, I've noticed that you're too old to be First Years, but I've never seen you here before.&nbsp; I hope you find Redhurst to your liking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 06:35:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mel. prefect with raven, and Nys the psychiatrist<br><br>"Five times a day, facing the Pillars of Illumination where the great prophet Rashida Ascended to the heavens. Yes I am named after the only female prophet, and five prayers because there has been five prophets." She is amused as he goes through her perfumes, not minding at all. Her family makes a lot of them themselves, "feel free to take any you like" She listens to him in silence, her eyes sparkling when some of his guesses go wide off the mark. His hands in her hair isn't exactly unpleasant but it is a bit too familiar for her taste, coming from a world where men and women are kept apart even in marriage with the women having their own part of the house. She bites down on her trembling lips and does her best to seem like she isn't about to bolt like a scared filly.<br><br>As the other elf saunters in she gives her a long thoughtful look, obviously someone who is very comfortable with herself judging by the clothes.. or lack off. A little quick stab of jealousy when she sees Mel's much more impressive bust, she looks down at her own flat chest with a little sigh.<br><br>"Ver. ve.." she sputters her face beet red, her reaction very clearly saying that completely ignorant of such things. "I am not married so of course I am.. pure. And being cursed by the Gods I will never marry either! And what kind of question is that to ask.."<br><br>She shuts up as the door opens and the prefect comes in, her eyes downcast and her entire body trembling. "Ten minutes?! Oh my!" Sensing a way to escape she snags her satchel of writing implements and a few scrolls. "thank you Sir! I would have missed it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 08:02:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WWx49cw.jpg?1)</div><br><strong>Location:</strong> Right Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mel, Nys, Where is Na'ima?<br><br>Arturon briefly felt the hair on his spines raise as Na'ima passed him.&nbsp; He recognized this feeling before, the sense of one who's been touched by necromancy.<br><br>"Wait!" he called out.&nbsp; "I can-"<br><br>He stopped himself.&nbsp; He did not know if the other roommates knew; doubtless it would cause her unnecessary hardship among the more close-minded students.&nbsp; Three years at the Academy taught him that gossip spread fast, especially in these close confines.<br><br>"It can wait," Edgar said.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Sense Motive DC 15"</div><div class="spoiler_body">It appears that Arturon noticed something about Na'ima as she passed him by.</div></div><br>The other two students were elves, one well-dressed by the looks of it.&nbsp; Although his clothes were not ostentatious as other nobles, Arturon could tell he was came from a privileged background by the way he carried himself.&nbsp; According to the registrar, all three of these new students came from well-to-do families, one the daughter of an archmage; doubtlessly the elven woman with the proudly displayed scimitar.<br><br>"Nys Vendatti, I believe?&nbsp; And Melda'Paio?"&nbsp; He blushed at Melda's choice of dress, his gaze averted once he found himself staring.&nbsp; "I understand that the two of you are from high birth.&nbsp; Although these dorms might not be what you're used to, I can guarantee that we strive for maximum comfort for all our students."<br><br>"What Arturon means to say," Edgar began, "is that we we provide for all Redhurst students within reason.&nbsp; Luxury items beyond what you carry are not present, and your personal management of room and belongings is up to you.&nbsp; Unseen servants take care of the messier and more onerous tasks around the dorm, but they're at the beck and call of staff.&nbsp; At Redhurst, you're a student of magic first."<br><br>"I hope you don't mind, but I've looked at your schedule.&nbsp; It looks like your first class is at the Wolkhart School of Evocation.&nbsp; I can lead you there along with other students."<br><br>Arturon smiled, hoping that they'd take him up on his offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 08:12:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Dorm <br>Tagging: The Boy, the Exhibitionist and the Virgin</strong><br><br>Five times a day was good; Nys made a note of which direction she would face so that he could choose his seating appropriately for the rest of the day.&nbsp; When the other elf entered he smiled a greeting, but she seemed too preoccupied to notice, so he continued with Na'ima's hair.&nbsp; Her attempt to respond casually to his touch failed miserably; again entertained by her obedience and apparent internal turmoil, he leaned forward slightly so she would feel his warm breath on her neck as he worked.&nbsp; <br><br>A moment later he grinned at her shocked admission.&nbsp; It had been a guess, more out of curiosity and a desire to break her demeanor than anything else.&nbsp; He found himself surprisingly pleased at her innocence - he generally preferred the artful submission of a trained slave to awkward fumbling - and his merchant's brain again adjusted her price upward significantly.&nbsp; Was her culture the sort where men sold off their daughters?&nbsp; He would have to find a way of asking.&nbsp; His father may have avoided his entreaties for a while, but now that phase of paternal negotiations was complete he was owed a gift of apology.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Hello, Prefect; greetings Edgar,"</strong> he said to the boy and bird, raising a curious brow at his awkward hovering.&nbsp; <strong>"It's nice enough, I suppose."</strong>&nbsp; Which was a polite way of saying the facilities were underwhelming for such a reportedly prestigious institution, but Nys wasn't unduly bothered by it.&nbsp; <strong>"What exactly does a prefect do?"</strong>&nbsp; The title implied a degree of authority, but the blond's youth and hesitation spoke otherwise.&nbsp; Nys wasn't concerned by the time, and frowned at Na'ima's sudden scurry.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Sit back down,"</strong></em> he told her firmly, setting the brush aside and picking up a pair of carved ebony sticks from his desk, <strong>"You can't go out like that."</strong>&nbsp; He gave her an uncompromising look as he awaited her cooperation and prepared to quickly tie back her loose hair.&nbsp; <br><br>He nodded acknowledgement to Mel as well.&nbsp; <strong>"And well met to you, too, Melda.&nbsp; Lovely name.&nbsp; I imagine none of your ancestors have been devoured unawares by wyrms?&nbsp; This is a lesson, darling,"</strong> he spoke the last to Na'ima chidingly.&nbsp; Turning back to Mel, he looked her chest over appreciatively.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm Nys Vendatti, but call me Nys.&nbsp; Everyone with sense does.&nbsp; She's Na'ima.&nbsp; Did you lose your wardrobe along the way?&nbsp; I have a spare shirt you could borrow."&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 08:56:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Dorm<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Na'ima, Nys, and Arturon<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Lose my wardrobe?"</strong> Mel said, cocking her head. <strong>"Why no, I haven't. I have a few dresses and some warmer clothes. But I prefer something light and loose."</strong> She crossed her arms and sat on the bed, revealing that her feet were bare as well. <strong>"It's much easier to move without wearing such heavy and confining robes, and my style of fighting combines dance, swordplay, and magic."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Melda noticed Na'ima's discomfort and smiled. <strong>"But if Ms.Cutie there is discomforted by such exposed skin, I suppose I could throw on a cloak. At least until I need to move around a bit more."</strong> She studied Arturon and smiled. Teasing these three would be so much fun. <strong>"What would we need for class? Weapons? Spellbooks?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 01:13:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mel. prefect with raven, and Nys the control freak<br><br>She finds herself sitting back down much to her own surprise, her eyes going between her two new room mates. One a dominating rich boy who seems to be used to everyone obeying him, and the other.. she isn't so sure about Mel, obviously very relaxed with herself but that is all she knows so far. She holds her tongue and tries to just endure her acute embarrassment, for once she can't actually wait to start a lesson in magic. Her eyes are downcast and she slowly mumbles a soft prayer under her breath, desperately trying to calm herself down. Between Mels teasing looks and Nys dominant personality she kinda suspects she wont get much work done in the dorm so she makes a note to try and find a good quiet corner somewhere to study her books.<br><br>"kill them" The disembodied voice echoes inside of her head, she shudders out and lets out a soft sigh. Seems like the dead didn't rest easily here either, or perhaps of all the magic in the air here that attracts them. She rubs the scar where she tried to slit her own wrist and waits patiently for Nys to fix up here hair so she can get going.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 01:38:47</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Dorm-Wolkhart School of Evocation<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elf #1, Elf #2, Na'ima<br><br>"I don't think that weapons will be necessary, at least not now," Arturon said.&nbsp; "You need your spellbook, blank notes, ink and quill, and... proper Redhurst attire.&nbsp; A cloak would suffice."<br><br>"The Wolkhart School is a short distance from here, I'll guide you to it.&nbsp; Hopefully Na'ima can find her way."<br><br>Arturon led a group of 8 students, Nys and Melda included, out of the dorms into an inner courtyard.&nbsp; The cobblestone walkway stretched between two large buildings, one of which was the dorms.&nbsp; The scent of fresh food wafted out from the opposite structure.&nbsp; "Across from us is the dining hall," Arturon said.&nbsp; "You're lucky to be so close, those who come first get the freshest meals."<br><br>"Be careful not to put on the Freshman Fifteen," Edgar said.&nbsp; "All those snacks can add up quickly."<br><br>The end of the walkway led into a grand auditorium, enough to comfortably seat over a thousand people.&nbsp; "In the Academy's early years, we held every class here, in the Father Praewell Auditorium," Arturon said.&nbsp; "Now it's a multi-purpose room, such as important meetings and plays put on by the Redhurst Dramatics Club.&nbsp; They're looking for volunteers, if anyone's interested."<br><br>The next two places were the remaining dorms.&nbsp; The first one was a crowded, maze-like structure of twisted passages and tiny one-person rooms, the Warrens as Arturon called it.&nbsp; The place was noticeably quiet.&nbsp; "Don't be loud in here," Arturon said softly.&nbsp; "Privacy is paramount here."<br><br>The third and final dorm, the Left Dorm, appeared straightforward and spacious.&nbsp; Most of the students appeared to be upperclassmen, many of who followed Arturon.&nbsp; "Most students here study at the Wolkhart or Nammor schools, due to close proximity.&nbsp; The assistant deans of the schools share living space here, and it helps much to keep order."<br><br>They ventured outside once again, this time faced with a beautiful lake straight ahead.&nbsp; "Here is Lake Lethe, pristine and clear year round.&nbsp; Looks like Dean Doil is teaching class."<br><br>Several students in swimwear swam around the lake.&nbsp; One of them cast an incantation and turned into a fish.&nbsp; "Not the most conventional method of water breathing," Edgar said, "but it will do."<br><br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/P1CR5VO.png?1)</div><br>The Wolkhart School is a large single-story structure.&nbsp; The stone walls pulsated with a barely visible current of blue energy.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Detect Magic"</div><div class="spoiler_body">The energy detects of strong Abjuration</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Spellcraft DC 15"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Most likely a Protection From Energy spell or a variant thereof.&nbsp; Evocation magic specializes in element manipulation, such as the signature fireball spell.</div></div><br>"Your notes should tell you the room containing your class," Arturon said.&nbsp; "I need to go elsewhere now.&nbsp; Best of luck on your first class this year!"<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ssmsMkI.jpg?1)</div>The Discovery and Disarming of Magical Traps class took place in a large room at the western end of the building.&nbsp; A large bookcase displayed strange-looking devices of unknown nature on its shelves.&nbsp; A gruff-looking dwarf sat at a raised desk; he had a thorough view of everyone present.<br><br>"I'll make this short," he began.&nbsp; "I am Professor Murin.&nbsp; If you're here, you're either planning on taking up the career of an adventurer, or for tactical defense.&nbsp; When it comes to architectural observation, far too often magicians put trust in others instead of learning to be more perceptive themselves."<br><br>"And far too many were lost due to this foolishness!" he exclaimed suddenly.&nbsp; "If you cannot find secret pathways or deadly traps yourself, you may as well leave your lives at the mercies of others!&nbsp; I am here to teach you all how to detect, disarm, and even build such hidden mechanisms to make you all more self-reliant mages."<br><br>He took a complicated-looking circular metal object off from the shelves.&nbsp; "You there!" he said, pointing to Nys.&nbsp; Come up here and tell me what this is!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Perception DC 15"</div><div class="spoiler_body">This orb has a small creases forming circles at opposite sides of the object.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Perception DC 20"</div><div class="spoiler_body">The areas below the creases are hollow, and probably spring-loaded.&nbsp; Whatever's inside feels loose, and will probably activate with sudden or violent movements.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 13:15:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Traps Class<br>Tagging: Grumpy Dwarf, Elf #2 and Emo Girl</strong><br><br>Nys shrugged in response to the discussion of Melda's clothing.&nbsp; <strong>"You have a lovely body; don't you think so, Na'ima?&nbsp; Tell her she looks beautiful."</strong>&nbsp; He tilted the human's head to point at Mel's bare midriff, between her nearly exposed navel and breasts.&nbsp; Nys himself didn't seem particularly embarrassed.&nbsp; In truth the promise of routinely seeing a lovely elf in so little was delightful.&nbsp; <strong>"No need to conceal yourself on our account.&nbsp; The bandeau just seems a bit jury rigged.&nbsp; However, you'll look ridiculous wearing a cloak indoors on a clear day: leave it behind and go as you are."</strong><br><br>He turned away after casually countermanding the distracted prefect's directions, considering the matter settled, and made a few quick motions with Na'ima's hair using the twin sticks to secure it into a tight knot.&nbsp; The sticks were carved from slim pieces of ebony and intended for this purpose; representing the masculine and feminine, they were each an elongated, graceful figure, very artistic although anatomically correct.&nbsp; Tassles and silver beads hung from the end of each one to sway with every motion of her head.&nbsp; <strong>"These are a favorite of mine, so don't lose them.&nbsp; But if you're going to keep kneeling then I don't want you dragging your hair all over the floor.&nbsp; Off you go,"</strong> he gave the bun of hair a brief, friendly kiss and sent Na'ima on her way with a nudge and a smile, again admiring her backside as she departed.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite the boy's claim weapons wouldn't be needed, Nys rose gracefully and took a moment to strap his sword to his waist.&nbsp; He then picked up a satchel containing papers, spellbook and lock picks and he was ready to depart.&nbsp; He may not need it all, but it seemed pointless not to go unprepared.&nbsp; <br><br>Although he listened to Arturon's comments along the way to class he didn't find the brief tour terribly interesting as he still wasn't particularly enthusiastic about his attendance, but he took care to remember the snippets of information anyhow.&nbsp; Instead he focused on Melda for most of the walk, staying next to her and subtly dissuading those whose attention her form caught from approaching.&nbsp; He didn't pry into anything she was uncomfortable discussing, but expressed his curiosity about where she was from and the strange sort of style she'd mentioned earlier, finally asserting that she would spar with him later to demonstrate.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving to the classroom, he pointed Melda to a chair next to his as he took a seat.&nbsp; He produced a tablet and writing implements, ready to take notes as he would from any of his tutors.&nbsp; He managed to only release a small sigh as the dwarven instructor immediately proved himself as irate and ill mannered as most of his kind, and looked honestly bewildered when he was asked to make an identification.&nbsp; Looking upwards he raised a brow.&nbsp; <strong>"I haven't a clue.&nbsp; Isn't that the sort of thing we're here to learn?"&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 21:49:31</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> On the way to Wolkhart, somewhere in the Warrens<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Na'ima<br><br>While there's no straightforward route to the Wolkhart school of Evocation, the map inside your student handbook prevents you from getting lost.&nbsp; Along the way you notice the red-haired elf from earlier in a fervent discussion with some other students.<br><br>(http://i.imgur.com/8mH1FDR.jpg)<br><br>"Please stop asking me about the damn cart, guys!" she exclaims.&nbsp; "I told you all I know!"<br><br>The students press on, but then her hands crackle with lightning and they quickly disperse.&nbsp; All but one, a white-haired young man with an odd choice of clothes.&nbsp; His familiar is a bright red bird of unknown origin.<br><br>The elf turns to you.&nbsp; "Ugh, sorry, sometimes I let these things get to me.&nbsp; Are you on your way to the Wolkhart School?&nbsp; You seem to be going in the direction, if a little early."<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/fBwvl5P.jpg?1)</div>"Well, not all of us have the fortune to have our dorms closest to our classes," he says.&nbsp; "It is getting close in time, I suppose we should all head there now."<br><br>A shimmering ball of light forms in his hand.&nbsp; "A simple cantrip, modified aesthetically to my liking.&nbsp; My name is Daniel Redford.&nbsp; This is my friend, Alna Rallison.&nbsp; I took several classes at Wolkhart, I don't recall seeing you here.&nbsp; Is this your first trip of Redhurst?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 21:51:03</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Wolkhart School of Evocation<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Two Magi and a Necromancer<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ssmsMkI.jpg?1)</div>Professor Murin detected the condescending tone in Nys' voice.&nbsp; He dealt with many probem students before, and this wouldn't be the first or last time it would happen.<br><br>"I teach an unorthodox method of education," Murrin said.&nbsp; "If I point out every little detail, it would defeat the point of this class.&nbsp; Now can anyone tell me what this device is?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Knowledge: Architecture &amp; Engineering DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">You know this device as a gas weight, a dual-purpose weapon and item meant to suck up toxic fumes.&nbsp; If you raise your hand and answer, Murrin will be pleased.&nbsp; "Correct!" he exclaimed.&nbsp; He struck the orb, and two hidden cylindrical compartments sprung out from opposite ends.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"If nobody makes the check or points it out to Professor Murrin"</div><div class="spoiler_body">The dwarf struck the orb, and two hidden cylindrical compartments sprung out from opposite ends.&nbsp; "This is a gas weight," he said, "designed to hold compressed air.&nbsp; Typically, they're filled with toxic fumes and dumped onto enemy combatants from a higher vantage point."</div></div><br>He pointed to the cylinder with a tiny, tube-like contraption.&nbsp; "This side sucks up surrounding gases to contain inside.&nbsp; The other side," he said pointing to the end with a silver horn, "exhales it when struck in the right spot.&nbsp; They're a common sight in Underdark strongholds, as the environment makes it easy for vapors to concentrate instead of dissipating into the atmosphere above ground.&nbsp; Dangerous, but effective.&nbsp; You'll see many of these traps and variants thereof in underground realms.&nbsp; You may return to your seat, now."<br><br>A student, mostly likely a First-Year, raised his hand.&nbsp; "Aren't most traps structural?&nbsp; I mean, a metal orb would look out of place in most areas."<br><br>"Indeed!" Murrin responded.&nbsp; "But to most outward appearances it's just a ball.&nbsp; It's good to be naturally suspicious of out-of-place objects, but it won't do you much good if you can't disarm it once it activates.&nbsp; A large part of trap detection involves changing how you perceive the world, but it also involves the fine manipulation of objects."<br><br>Murrin produces a set of tools on the table along with a locked box.&nbsp; Most of the tools appear suited for craftsmanship, but a few more unorthodox items, such as a set of lockpicks and a small mirror, numbered among them.<br><br>"Now most devices of this sort have a trigger mechanism, usually a switch or lever which activates the desired result.&nbsp; Inside your desks are a set of tools and various small lock boxes.&nbsp; I'll guide you step by step through the first one, and then you can try your luck on the others."<br><br>Professor Murrin guides you through the process of finding and disarming trigger mechanisms.&nbsp; You can now perform Disable Checks untrained as long as you regularly take classes.&nbsp; Roll a Disable Device, or Dexterity check to see how well you perform in this lesson.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 05:39:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Somewhere in the Warrens<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Daniel and Alna<br><br>Na'ima waits patiently for the commotion to die down and is a bit surprised when the elf turns to her and she visibly shrinks back at the display of such god forsaken powers. "S..second year.. I eh.. " she mumbles softly and turns her pack a little so the necromancy seal is visible. "My teachers thought I should.. branch out a bit.." Nervously she moves the jeweled dagger that serves as her focus and picks up her pace so she won't be late, "pleased to meet you both, I am Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan, or.. just Na'ima I guess." A little sigh of rejection escapes her before she falls silent and just stares down at the floor just ahead of her feet. It is quite obvious she doesn't want to be here and considers it a punishment, her eyes go wide as she realize she is actually a bit late and slips into a seat to hear the dwarf adress her new room mate.<br><br>Shyly she raises her hand, "Sir? it is a dual purpose weapon and item meant to suck up toxic fumes and gasses."<br><br>Pleased she at least could make up for her tardiness she quickly breaks out her quill and parchments, her eyes wide when she hears that they are to do practical work. Her hands trembling madly with the small items in the desk, her nerves so very evident. Though to her own surprise she seems to get the hang of it rather quickly, the first lock box snapping open before she is even aware of what she is doing.<br><br>"oh.. this is better then heari.." she shuts herself and hopes no one heard her little mutter not wanting to admit she is insane to the point of hearing non existent voices.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Skill roll for Architecture and Engineering</div><div class="spoiler_body">(Roll Result: Sara Nilsson rolled: 1d20, adding 5to the total<br>Against Difficulty: 15<br>Comment: Knowledge Architecture Engineering DC 15<br>Result: 10,<br>Total: 15 Versus TN: 15 Success)[Skill roll for Architecture and Engineering)]</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dexterity roll for the class</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Sara Nilsson rolled: 1d20, adding 1to the total<br>Comment: Dexterity roll<br>Result: 16,<br>Total: 17</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 09:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Traps Class<br>Tagging: Scimitar and the Teacher's Pet</strong><br><br>Nys shrugged, interpreting "unorthodox" as something else entirely.&nbsp; Nevertheless, he'd intended his answer to be perfectly honest, not to incite the round of juvenile twittering.&nbsp; Even after the discussion he had no idea what the thing was called and only a slight notion of its value.&nbsp; But his initial frown as he looked back at the other students was quickly replaced by a smile as Na'ima arrived to the class late.&nbsp; He gestured her to the seat next to him, voicing a quiet greeting. <strong> "Lovely to see you again so soon, dragonbait.&nbsp; Get a bit lost?"</strong>&nbsp; He was tempted to say more, but the instructor finally went about giving instruction and Nys snapped quickly to attention.&nbsp; The rest of this school seemed likely to be a waste of time, but learning was something he was serious about.&nbsp; His family's future may hinge on something as simple as disarming a trap correctly.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked over the tools and picks, assessing them for quality.&nbsp; They seemed servicable enough and he preferred not to chance losing anything from his own kit, so he selected a few implements and set to work.&nbsp; He noticed Na'ima's evident nervousness and gave a soft smile of reassurance.&nbsp; <strong>"Failing a few times is normal, I don't think you'll get in much trouble.&nbsp; The first time I tried this sort of business I thought using Nana's gold flatware would be just the thing - it bent into shape fairly easily, you see - and needless to say she didn't appreciate my need to see the new drider.&nbsp; My thrashing was rather epic and I was grounded the rest of the visit, but she sent me home with a set of lock picks and directions to learn their use.&nbsp; Nana has always been a bit of a mixed message, I'm afraid."</strong>&nbsp; He grinned and set to work.&nbsp; As he expected, the mechanics of the examples were fairly basic even if the style was new to him, and following the simple instructions yielded consistent success.&nbsp; It was a comforting exercise and he found himself a bit lost in it; although he glanced over to Na'ima periodically to see if she needed advice, she too seemed to have little difficulty.&nbsp; When she muttered to herself, he assumed he'd missed something.&nbsp; <strong>"Hmm?&nbsp; Better than hearing what?"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Disable Devices 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47602)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 10:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Class<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Na'ima, Nys, and Arturon<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>"I'll be fine prettyboy."</strong> Mel said, reaching into the chest. She pulled out a vest that would cover most of her chest, though it left her stomach full exposed. Grabbing her scimitar anyway, she strapped it to her back and hurried off to class.<br><br>&nbsp;Once in class, Mel noticed the walls (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47625). <em>'Some sort of elemental ward. Mom has the whole tower under dozens of those...'</em> she thought to herself. Not that some of the wards had managed to keep her out. Near the tower, supposedly under a ward to keep anyone from entering, there was a nymph's lake. Of course, there was a small hole in the ward, and Mel liked to visit the nymph every now and then.<br><br>&nbsp;She looked at the various traps and locks, scratching her head (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47627). Who still used mechanical lock! It was practically barbaric. Didn't they have small spirits to keep the doors sealed? Mel fumbled with one of the locks, trying to figure it out. <strong>"Oh this is hopeless. My skill is with a sword and spells.... not locks."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 06:11:12</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Wolkhart School of Evocation<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mel, Na'ima, Nys<br><br>"Hmm, good, good," Professor Murrin said as he walked from desk to desk, observing the various students.&nbsp; "No, use the tweezers, not your fingers!&nbsp; That's what they're there for!"<br><br>By watching Nys' hands maneuver both quickly and with precision, Murrin knew that the young man was well-versed in this art.&nbsp; <em>He knows exactly what he's doing.&nbsp; Odd that he's taking an introductory class.</em><br><br>Eventually a small chime echoed from someone's lockbox.&nbsp; "You activated the trigger," Murrin said.&nbsp; "You'll be hearing that if you make a mistake.&nbsp; Here, try again," he said as he deactivated the chime by turning a small screw around.<br><br>Melda activated a few (3, to be exact) before completely unlocking the box.&nbsp; Na'ima only activated 1 chime; Nys was the only person in the class to perform flawlessly.&nbsp; 5 of the other 9 students stumbled frequently, unable to unlock their boxes at all.&nbsp; One first year kicked his desk in anger, only to be admonished by Murrin.&nbsp; "You need to keep your cool in this line of work!&nbsp; An impatient trap springer is the bane of all adventurers!"<br><br>The other 4 succeeded along Melda's level of skill.&nbsp; Na'ima and Nys were the only ones who passed with flying colors.<br><br>"Time's up!" Murrin exclaimed.&nbsp; "Please bring your boxes to my desk."<br><br>"About half of you managed to make it through to the end."&nbsp; The students who failed cringed.<br><br>"Don't be down, as a whole you did far better than many other classes I've taught.&nbsp; Now then," he bent over to the floor and slid over a hidden trapdoor, "it's time to develop your skills further in the Gauntlet."<br><br>The class was atwitter with speculation.&nbsp; "The Gauntlet?" Daniel exclaimed.&nbsp; "Isn't it a little early for that?"<br><br>"Are you sending us into a dungeon?" a halfling boy sitting next to Na'ima asked.<br><br>"Any questions you have will be answered once you follow me!&nbsp; Take your tools along with you, you'll need them!&nbsp; Now take your time on the ladder, and wait for the people in front of you to descend for a few moments before following them.&nbsp; I don't want you all bunched up like a cavern full of gibberlings!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Knowledge Nature DC 10"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gibberlings are barely sapient, black-furred humanoids who lair in the Underdark and constantly howl, shriek, and babble for hours on end.&nbsp; They're considered pests and vermin by dwarves, drow, and other subterranean civilizations.</div></div><br>(http://i.imgur.com/ygXsuOI.jpg?1)<br><br>Theme for the dungeon. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvcJN6r7H04#)<br><br>You've heard that Redhurst contained a vast series of catacombs below the school, although you're surprised at how much room there is in this dark chamber.&nbsp; The ladder ends at a platform located at the top of a spiral staircase which winds down a dimly lit pit.&nbsp; Black, winged creatures which surely are not bats flit about at the edges of light.&nbsp; Daniel casts a spell to create four orbs of white light to circle around the class.&nbsp; Even the three dwarves in the class of thirteen appeared frightened, sticking close to their friends and the Professor.<br><br>The passageway at the bottom opened up into a stone room with 3 iron portcullises at the north, south, and east end and a single bowl of burning incense in the center.<br><br>"Now I'll split you all into three groups, of 4 each."<br><br>"Melda, you're with Nys, Na'ima, and Ellen!&nbsp; Line up at the south door!"<br><br>Ellen was a young woman with elven ancestry, although her ears were not as prominent as Mel's or Nys'.&nbsp; Her black hair was very short, with bangs over her brow.&nbsp; "So, looks like the Professor put all the elves together, not that I'm complaining."&nbsp; She smiled slightly.<br><br>"Daniel, you're with Arbo, Rize, and Tergen!"&nbsp; It became apparent that Arbo was the halfling boy from earlier.&nbsp; Rize and Tergen looked to be identical twins, dwarves with dark complexions and matching yellow and red robes.<br><br>"Alna, you're with Harold, Alice, and Nancy!"<br><br>After what felt like an eternity in an awkward silence, Murrin spoke again.&nbsp; "Each of you must stick together as you progress through this dungeon.&nbsp; You will be monitored remotely via scrying, and none of you will be in direct danger."<br><br>Professor Murrin tossed a bag of powder into the fire, giving the room an eerie blue glow.&nbsp; "All of the passageways are relatively equal in length and magnitude of challenges.&nbsp; You will encounter environmental obstacles, and hidden objects and locations if you can find them, and locks and trap to unlock and overcome.&nbsp; You will be judged on how fast and efficiently you can make it to the end, with as many of your teammates as possible.&nbsp; At my signal, you will proceed beyond the doorways."<br><br>The portcullises opened seemingly at their own accord.<br><br>"Get ready."<br><br>One of the students whimpered.<br><br>"Get set..."<br><br>Ellen looked at Nys with a serious look on her face, then at Melda and then Na'ima.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Sense Motive DC 10"</div><div class="spoiler_body">She seems to be judging you, possibly for trustworthiness and competence.</div></div><br>"GO!"<br><br>[The portcullis behind you slammed shut as soon as the last of you passed through.&nbsp; The hallway stretching before you appears nondescript, with a 20 foot high ceiling above you with torches of blue flames at every 10 foot&nbsp; interval.&nbsp; The archway at the end of the hall is shrouded in fog beyond the threshold]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 09:30:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: The elf, the human, and the in-between</strong><br><br>Nys, for his part, was starting to think the same thing as Murrin; but consoled himself that this was, after all, only the first day, and at least the dwarf seemed to be relaxing a bit.&nbsp; Nys could always ask for some more advanced toys to play with.&nbsp; For today, the chiming mechanism actually proved to be a bit intriguing...he could think of a few uses for such a thing.&nbsp; <br><br>And then Murrin announced the Gauntlet and opened the door.&nbsp; Unlike many of the other students, Nys was rather excited about the prospect: a bit of excitement and danger was more promising than the dull lectures he'd come prepared for.&nbsp; It didn't really cross his mind that there would be undue danger; this place was financed by the scions of the rich and powerful, after all, and killing them off routinely would prove expensive and counterproductive.&nbsp; He grabbed his satchel and the school tools, then moved down the ladder with the rest; once below, he looked around with a smile. <strong>"Speaking of Nana,"</strong> he glanced at Na'ima, <strong>"she has a den that looks a lot like this.&nbsp; More statues of half nude men, though."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Another grin accompanied the announcement of groups.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, this ought to be fun.&nbsp; So, Ellen, I'm Nys, this is Na'ima and Melda.&nbsp; Tell us about yourself - any experience with this sort of thing before?&nbsp; Particular skills?&nbsp; Fear of small, enclosed spaces with skittering insects and no light?"</strong>&nbsp; He raised a brow at Ellen's serious look.&nbsp; <strong>"Please don't tell me you're going to scream about spiders.&nbsp; I swear, I will spank you."</strong>&nbsp; He leveled a stare that implied he would in fact do so.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 09:42:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Class<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Na'ima, Nys, and Ellen<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Nice to know there's a man who knows his way around locks. The old bat's threatened to lock me in a chastity belt a few times."</strong> Mel said, setting aside the tools. Really, she wasn't any sort for handling lockpicks. Leave that to the rogues and mechanics.<br><br>&nbsp;Having grown up while living atop a dungeon, the thought of entering a new one was exciting for Melda. She wondered what sort of monsters would be down there. Maybe some like her mother kept locked away.... nah. It was doubtful that those sorts of monsters would be around.<br><br>&nbsp;She returned Ellen's look with a half-cocky grin, a hand on the pommel of her scimitar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47690). Her ear twitched as Nys spoke, and she looked towards him. <strong>"Oh? I think I might have to start screaming about spiders then.... But I bet you wouldn't live up to your threat either way."</strong> Mel taunted, giving Nys a teasing grin and shooting a wink towards Na'ima.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 10:34:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: The three ladies trapped with him</strong><br><br>Nys turned his head toward Melda for a beat, a corner of his mouth tilting as his eyes narrowed.&nbsp; His previous humor gone, this expression was purely sexual and predatory.&nbsp; With slow, deliberate movements - demonstrating a wiry strength but relying on her submission rather than forcing her - he took hold of Melda's shoulders and turned her around to face away, then pressed on her back to bend her over until she had to catch hold of the wall to prevent falling over.&nbsp; <br><br>A firm jerk of his hand tugged her loose pants down to her thighs.&nbsp; Melda was barely able to feel the cool air against her rear before Nys' hand came down on it in a sharp blow, followed by a quick series of others.&nbsp; Fast and sharp, they were hard enough to sting but not intended to hurt.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't make casual threats, pet...or promises."</strong><br><br>His hand, finished with her punishment, rested lightly on her exposed ass before Nys leaned down, the motion pushing his hand down, sliding along her soft skin before driving a finger into her sex.&nbsp; He used his body to block the others from seeing it as he whispered softly in her ear, <strong>"And I think you'd look delightful in a chastity belt."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He stood up quickly and stepped away dismissively.&nbsp; <strong>"Now pull your pants up and get ready to go.&nbsp; We have a project ahead of us - we can see to your other needs later."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Suddenly all business, he looked the floor and torches over carefully.&nbsp; <strong>"Move slowly and give a shout if you see anything strange.&nbsp; I suspect this will be more of a test of observation than dexterity."&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 02:20:21</strong>
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				"I've been underground before, but not in a place like this," Ellen said to Nys.&nbsp; "I hope you know how to use that sword, at least," she said to Mel.<br><br>Ellen snorted in disgust as she saw Mel's spanking.&nbsp; "I didn't take either of you for idiots.&nbsp; Enough of that!"<br><br>The dark-haired elf chanted the magic words necessary to detect the supernatural.&nbsp; "I sense auras in the flames," she said.&nbsp; After a few more seconds of focusing she spoke again.&nbsp; "Evocation, modified light spell.&nbsp; Not detecting anything else.&nbsp; The doorway at the end is too far to sense anything."<br><br>She slowly crept across the floor, crouched over to feel the stone tiles with her hands.<br><br>[Anyone advancing must roll a Perception check, unless they choose to rush across carelessly]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 02:45:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gauntlet<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Two perverted elves and one possibly perverted.<br><br>She smiles at her own success, she has to admit to herself that picking those locks was actually rather fun. She thought that would be the end of the class but when he started telling them about the gauntlet she paled visibly, a quick inventory of her spells came up very short on useful ones. Unless of course there where lots of corpses to change down there, which she doubted. Then she looked down on her rich red dress and really impractical shoes for going down into some foul smelling lichen infested hole and she sighs loudly. "oh this will be.. fun! huh? what? Oh.. eh.. I mean.. I better then hearing that I failed." She lied smoothly at Nys question and gathers up her equipment.<br><br>"Gibberlings?" She muses to herself and thinks, oh yes she has heard of those and frowns with one hand on her dagger eyes wide as she looks around as if fearing an attack at any time. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Sara Nilsson rolled: 1d20, adding 1to the total, modifying each die by 5<br>Against Difficulty: 10<br>Comment: Knowledge Nature DC 10<br>Result: 23,<br>Total: 24 Versus TN: 10 Success</div></div><br>She obediently stands by the door that was indicated, being grouped up with all the elves it seems. She drops her gaze as the other elf stares at her, coughing nervously and wanting nothing else then be gone from this horrible place.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Sara Nilsson rolled: 1d20, adding 1to the total, modifying each die by 1<br>Against Difficulty: 10<br>Comment: Sense Motive DC10<br>Result: 3,<br>Total: 4 Versus TN: 10 Failure</div></div><br>At the talk of spankings and then when Nys actually does so she turns away with a disgusted look on her face, totally agreeing with Ellen but not saying anything. Her dagger slowly glides out of the sheath and she holds it ready to invoke her forsaken powers should the need arise. She lets the elf take the lead trusting those elven senses more then her own, yet her eyes flicker wildly across the walls and she swallows down loudly. "We will die down here, the walls will crush us all." she thinks to herself not putting it past the God forsaken teachers in this infernal place. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Sara Nilsson rolled: 1d20, adding 1to the total, modifying each die by 2<br>Comment: Perception check<br>Result: 11,<br>Total: 12</div></div><br>"I dont see anything but, my eyes aren't as sharp as yours. Do you detect anything else on the floor or walls Ellen?" She ignores the two perverts for now until they decide to actually pay attention to what is going on rather then perv around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 03:11:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Class<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Na'ima, Nys, and Ellen<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Oh, and what do yo-"</strong> Mel started, getting cut off as he turned her around and pushed her to the wall. <strong>"Hey!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;She wiggled her butt as the first smacks came, turning her bare butt a slight shade of pink. By the end of it, Mel was slightly out of breath, her heart pounding. The finger came as a surprise, and Melda bit her lip to keep quiet. She couldn't help smiling slightly at his remark, and composed herself as she pulled her pants back up, her rear stinging a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Of course,"</strong> Mel said as she took a deep breath, <strong>"I know how to use this. I wouldn't be a very good magus if I didn't."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Running a hand through her hair, she fixed her ponytail. Melda pushed past Nys, whispering to him, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"got plans for later?"</span> in elvish. She drew her sword and cautiously poked around in front of her, her keen eyes on the look out (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47708).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 03:29:23</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Gauntlet Chamber #1-Hallway<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> 3 elves and a round-ear<br><br>Since Na'ima replied first, I'll assume that she's first followed by Melda and then Ellen.&nbsp; Nai'ma and Melda both spot a slightly raised tile 20 feet down the corridor.&nbsp; Easy for others to notice and avoid if attention is brought to it.<br><br>The first set of torches spontaneously extinguish by the time the first person passes them.&nbsp; The same happens to the next set by the time Na'ima approaches the area near the raised tile.&nbsp; It's still easy to see for a human, but the hallway becomes slightly darker as each pair of torches is snuffed out.<br><br>If everyone avoids the tile, the trip to the end is uneventful.&nbsp; The hallway is plunged into darkness as the last set of torches fails.&nbsp; The only illumination comes is a dim gray from the fog beyond the archway.<br><br>"I can't see the gate we came through," Ellen said.&nbsp; She was right, even the students with keen elven senses could not make out the entryway for it was shrouded in darkness.&nbsp; There was no other obvious route besides the archway.<br><br>"So, who's going first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 03:37:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Class<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Na'ima, Nys, and Ellen<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Feh, follow me. This shouldn't be too hard."</strong> Melda said. Even though she said that, it was apparent that she wasn't exactly being as stealthy as she could (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47709). Maybe it was a result of Nys spanking her ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 05:26:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: Two Prudes and a Perv</strong><br><br>Nys gave a short reply to Melda in a normal volume, although he used the same language.&nbsp; As he spoke, the corner of his mouth tilted up in a grin.&nbsp; <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Elvish</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>"If you earn it."</strong></div></div>Ellen was given only a sharp look of condescension; he'd spent less than a minute on a bit of harmless fun and it wasn't as though she couldn't begin without them.&nbsp; If she chose to stand around watching then pretend to be disgusted by a bit of eroticism then he was hardly the issue.&nbsp; <strong>"Impatience and traps don't mix well, girl."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I expect the aura is simply the magic used to create the flames,"</strong> he paused a moment in thought, <strong>"nor have we touched on magical traps or devices yet.&nbsp; Be cautious - he's obviously not one to give much preparation for things - but I think we can focus on the mechanical for now.&nbsp; As for being crushed,"</strong> he shrugged, <strong>"I've been in far deeper and darker, and I don't imagine the school has waited just for our jaunt to collapse upon itself.&nbsp; I should warn you, though, the spanking threat applies to pretty much any sort of panic and screaming.&nbsp; You hurt my ears, I hurt your ass."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled at Na'ima teasingly, amused by her obvious repression, but ignored the others; he wanted the earlier taste of attention to leave Melda wanting, while the half elf simply wasn't worth his time until she learned to be more sociable.&nbsp; <br><br>He helped examine the hallway, but found nothing the others hadn't; nor was he nearly so distressed about the encroaching darkness as the others, who likely couldn't see in it.&nbsp; When they came to the fog-obscured doorway, he gazed into the mists curiously.&nbsp; He was about to enter when Melda did so; instead he followed behind her, chuckling softly as her steps seemed slightly...distracted.&nbsp; <br><br>Nys followed her lead in stealth, although he didn't anticipate any purpose to it; this dungeon was about traps, not monsters, and he had no doubt they were being carefully watched.&nbsp; The dwarf seemed the type to enjoy glaring at three groups of amateurs simultaneously.&nbsp; Instead, Nys was much more concerned about architectural features they couldn't see: wires, pits and triggers came to mind.&nbsp; He crouched down to feel the floor.&nbsp; <strong>"Move slowly."</strong><br><br>Sneak 10, Perception 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?u=32877)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 06:31:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gauntlet<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Miss Sore bums, Mr Spankerfiend and Miss Sensible<br><br>She looks at Nys with obvious distaste and takes a step away from him, her hand going down to her belt to draw her jeweled dagger. Her other hand going into a pocket to dig out her spell components and a few words tumble over her lips leaving a taste of ash in their wake. As the last word vanishes into the darkness her dagger bursts into light and she holds it over her head to cast some light before them all.<br><br>"I am surrounded by Godless heathens and perverts." She mumbles to herself making a note to herself to get a new chastity belt as she doesn't trust Nys to keep his hands to himself anymore after his threats or his earlier actions. Perhaps she can talk to the teachers about getting a room away from him, yes.. that isn't a bad idea at all.<br><br>"I think I see..." she shuts her mouth as the two elves plunge into the archway without any further study of it, "reckless elves. No offense Ellen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 07:17:21</strong>
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				The visibility improves considerably once one steps beyond the fog, but the cloudy curtain relents only slightly.&nbsp; The room is a library... or once was.&nbsp; Bookshelves still standing remain half full of frayed and torn volumes, the rest fallen over in positions that could only be described as a broken sea of wood and furniture.&nbsp; The presence of a balcony 12 feet up indicates a second floor, but there is no ladder or flight of stairs in sight.&nbsp; A circular table in the middle once served as a check-out place.<br><br>It's hard to make out where the room begins and ends due to the fog, and the place is eerily silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 07:18:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: Two Prudes and a Perv</strong><br><br>Nys stopped at the comment to glance back toward Na'ima, a vaguely disappointed look on his face.&nbsp; <strong>"Perhaps so."</strong>&nbsp; He raised an inquisitorial brow.&nbsp; <strong>"And yet, we've said nothing to insult your chastity or religion while you've been quick to judge and deride.&nbsp; If those are your mores, Dragonbait, I don't think much of them.&nbsp; If you're a better person than that - and I think you're simply scared, half of yourself - then apologize, behave yourself, and we can continue as friends."</strong>&nbsp; He watched her expectantly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 08:32:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gauntlet<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nys, Mel and Ellen<br><br>Na'ima watches the room with a frown on her face, not bothering to turn around to address Nys. "You are continuously insulting me and my heritage by refusing to use my name, you presumed to order me around when we first met. And of course you daring to comment on something as personal as if I am pure or not. So who said we are friends? Now, shall we focus on actually getting out of this hellish place?"<br><br>She walks over to the table and runs a hand slowly over the surface, her face filled with sadness. "Why didn't you let me die Father?" She mumbles so very softly so no one will hear her, she didn't expect to have to put all her thorns out so to speak to make sure the elf won't get close to her. She has no desire to be friends, she can't have&nbsp; that on her already tainted soul.<br><br>"Looks like we need to get out up there, somehow. I for one lack any..." she pauses and her nails grate against the table surface "spells... to help us. Unless you got a corpse that needs to rot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 09:29:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: Two Prudes and a Perv</strong><br><br>Nys tilted his head as she walked away to the table, her fine dress dragging through the debris.&nbsp; Frowning at the sight, he uttered a quiet cantrip to remove the grime from her dress - and keep it away during this expedition - while she had her back turned.&nbsp; <br><br>He considered her words for a moment, examining his own culpability seriously and objectively.&nbsp; Although he clearly never lacked for confidence or ego, he made no claims at perfection and in every trade both parties had valid viewpoints.&nbsp; The best deals were struck when one understood them both, a lesson his father kept trying to hammer into him.&nbsp; The girl was clever, talented, and their previous exchange had been quite fun.&nbsp; The trade was worth pursuing, even if it required further investment.&nbsp; If he didn't understand her sudden turn to vindictiveness, that was his own failure.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So, with a deep sigh, he spoke to her calmly.&nbsp; <strong>"I apologize for any insult to your family.&nbsp; But you have come to another culture and you must adapt, little human, not strike out at everything different.&nbsp; I gave you direction to assist you.&nbsp; If this upsets you, I console myself that is a lesser sin than leaving you to struggle without guidance.&nbsp; As to your chastity - which I consider quite different from purity - I have only commented in regards to your attempts at aggression.&nbsp; Nor does it seem personal when you make so explicit an issue of our lack.&nbsp; In any case, Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan,"</strong> having only heard the name once, he still didn't pronounce it perfectly, <strong>"I shall forgive you and continue to be a friend.&nbsp; It is not, I hope, a gift you will so lightly throw away again."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping away from the seriousness of the moment, he began to pace lightly around the room.&nbsp; He kept to sections of the floor that were clear and visible as he looked for doorways.&nbsp; Air whistled through his nose when he inhaled deeply, finding the moist, metallic scent of the fog not unpleasant.&nbsp; <strong>"What's that about corpses?&nbsp; No need for spells to get up, I think - plenty of book cases to stack if we wish to climb.&nbsp; And this place is hardly hellish - I have many fine memories of that den.&nbsp; This fog is a bit of a bother, though."&nbsp; </strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 05:04:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/N7zx7MH.jpg?1)</div><strong>Location:</strong> The Gauntlet, Room #2: Library<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Three girls and a guy<br><br>A stray book flew across the room, colliding with Na'ima. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47773)<br><br>It came at a high speed, and while it was did not gravely wound her, the force of the blow knocked the wind out of her. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47774)<br><br>[Roll of 16 against 11 AC, 3 non-lethal damage]<br><br>"We're under attack!"<br><br>Ellen swished her hands over her body, a suit of black armor materialized over her.&nbsp; It replaced her normal Redhurst robes in favor of what could be described as a skimpy armor outfit.&nbsp; It was doubtlessly Mage Armor, otherwise such an impractical design would serve little use other than titillation.<br><br>"It came from other there!" she exclaimed, gesturing straight and to her right.<br><br>Roll for initiative<br><br>16 for Ellen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47775)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 05:53:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: Two Prudes and a Perv<br>Round One</strong><br><br>Nys, facing Na'ima as he spoke to her, saw the book fly across the room just a moment too late to block it.&nbsp; A heartbeat later he interposed his body between the girl and the source of the attack, leaping gracefully over a toppled shelf with his sword drawn.&nbsp; "Na'ima Rabd-Al-Ra- Oh, for ancestors' sake just take cover, woman!"<br><br>As the fog parts way, he noticed a tiny, disembodied arm on the ground crawling in the direction of a fallen bookshelf.&nbsp; With a sneer and a malevolent glint to his eye, Nys stabbed downward.&nbsp; <br><br>21 Acrobatics (accidentally posted twice, taking the first one), 21 Attack Roll
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 05:58:35</strong>
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				The hand is cleaved apart as Nys' sword cuts through it.&nbsp; The hand uselessly flops around, spilling blood all over the floor, before falling silent.<br><br>Two more hands jump out of hiding from below the bookshelf and scamper towards Nys.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 03:12:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/N7zx7MH.jpg?1)</div><strong>Round 1: Ellen's Turn</strong><br><br>Hearing the sound of a sword slice, Ellen moves up to investigate.<br><br>"Hands, what the hell?!"<br><br>A shimmering aura of white-green flames forms in the elf's right hand, and with a flick of the wrist she throws it towards one of the monsters.<br><br>Magic Missile; 2 damage total. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47918)<br><br>The force of the spell knocks the now-limp hand several feet back.&nbsp; Only one remained.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 03:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Class<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Na'ima, Nys, and Ellen<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Finally, some action!"</strong> Melda said. She reached behind her head and undid her hair. Taking out the sling she used to tie up her long red locks, Melda grabbed a stone from the ground and got ready to fire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 03:46:30</strong>
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				The last remaining hand rushes up to Nys and jumps for his throat and missed. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47972)<br><br>It falls onto the ground right&nbsp; next to the elf magi, landing on its fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 04:07:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gauntlet<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nys, Mel and Ellen<br><br>Round 1.<br><br>Her eyes are wide as saucers at the rapidly escalating violence, she can hardly believe what she seeing. So these corrupt teachers are apparently more then willing to try and kill the students, and fear grips her very being as the undead arms are crawling towards them.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Sara Nilsson rolled: 1d20, adding 9to the total<br>Against Difficulty: 12<br>Comment: religion<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 15 Versus TN: 12 Success</div></div><br>"they are just.. tools! Someone else is nearby!" She screams out and holds her glowing dagger high hoping to try and catch sight of the true threat, the necromancer being the vile things. Her arm shaking visibly making the shadows dance wildly along the walls as she hangs on to sanity by the tiniest of threads. "we will die.... why.. fight.. die.. " she mumbles to herself while spinning around in place, tears rolling down her cheeks. It isn't that she is truly afraid of death, she has sought it rather actively herself after all. But more that she will die here, unmourned, her body not given the proper rituals so that her tainted soul can even attempt to plead with the powers above for absolution.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 04:52:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: "This is fun!"&nbsp; "This is the end!" and "This is an opportunity to show off my boobs!"<br>Round Two</strong><br><br>Nys rolled his eyes as he casually stabbed downward to skewer the last of the hands, making a face of distaste.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, of <em>course</em> someone is nearby...we're in the middle of a school test, Dragonbait."</strong>&nbsp; He glanced around for any sign of more hands, then turned back to assess the girl's wounds.&nbsp; His face turned to a look of surprise as he registered her expression.&nbsp; He took a step forward, sword held aside, and reached out his other hand in a comforting embrace - for once, a completely asexual gesture.&nbsp; <strong>"Shh, shhh now...nothing more to fear from these than a nasty lump on the head, I expect, although this room is certainly no way to treat a library."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>18 Attack Roll (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47973)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 03:10:12</strong>
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				The final crawling hand died as it's sliced in half.&nbsp; The eerie silence of the library returns.<br><br>A crackling pop sound emanated from beyond the fog.&nbsp; "Everyone, all you alright?"&nbsp; Professor Murrin called out.&nbsp; Soon enough he's stumbling towards Nys.<br><br>"I'm sorry I didn't react sooner," he said.&nbsp; "Those monstrosities were not part of the course.&nbsp; Are any of you hurt?"<br><br>He looks over Na'ima.&nbsp; "You looked stressed.&nbsp; Take this, it's a healing potion."<br><br>[Potion of Cure Light Wounds]<br><br>Ellen looked around cautiously.&nbsp; "You didn't notice anything with the other groups?"<br><br>Murrin looked up to her.&nbsp; "No, but they're being pulled out all the same.&nbsp; We positioned guards through the Gauntlet now.&nbsp; We'll know if they find anything."<br><br>The dwarf looked genuinely remorseful.&nbsp; "I apologize for this, especially on your first day.&nbsp; Link hands with me, and I'll teleport you out."<br><br>He joins hands with all of you, and soon enough the environment around you fades away, like a wet painting running off of its frame.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">"Perception DC 20"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Right before Murrin's spell whisks you out of the dungeon, you notice what could only be described as a small crackle of black lightning beyond the fog.</div></div><br>You find yourselves in what appears to be a chapel.&nbsp; Altars to various Gods and Goddesses of Magic are propped against the walls, present not only as idols but also as decorations in the stained glass windows.<br><br>A blonde-haired young human walks out from a nearby office.&nbsp; "I heard the news," he said.<br><br>(http://i.imgur.com/bMRC0rN.png?1)<br><br>"Thank you for your help, Father Crattus," Professor Murrin responded.&nbsp; "The students are thankfully unharmed, but apparently some rogue undead were present in the Gauntlet.&nbsp; I'll have a stern word with the Mordant School if I find a connection to them!"<br><br>"Headmistress Karnakia is already looking into things.&nbsp; But enough about us, how are you all?"<br><br>Crattus turned towards the students.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 04:00:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gauntlet<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nys, Mel and Ellen<br><br>She just gives Nys a look of pure hatred at the stupidity of his statement, she easily shrugs out of his embrace and doesn't say a word about his continued insults.<br><br>When the teacher appears and reaffirms her statement about there being a necromancer around she looks at Nys and barely restrains herself from sticking her tongue out, with a shake she refuses the potion. She remains totally silent as they link hands and teleport out, a little trickle of blood marring her face where the book struck her. Her eyes quickly looking around seeing that they are in the chapel and her hand drops the dagger down on the floor where it lay forgotten as she turns and walks out not caring that they haven't been dismissed. She is pretty sure everyone is more concerned with what just happened then what she was doing and she quickly melts in with the other students running back and fourth between classes but she instead walks resolutely towards the large gates leading out... to freedom!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 10:50:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: Mel</strong><br><br>Nys watched Na'ima walk out with a deep sigh and a shrug.&nbsp; Judging by her look of fury and refusal of his comfort she wouldn't appreciate it if he followed.&nbsp; Over the coming weeks he would continue to try to pry past her prickly defenses, but if she truly didn't wish it there was little he could do.&nbsp; Perhaps, eventually, she would change her mind.&nbsp; Or, of course, she might continue to detest him; humans were odd about their grudges sometimes; elven lives were too long to hold any but the most serious feuds, and they rarely served business well in any case.&nbsp; Leaning down, he picked up her dagger to return to her later and turned to the apologetic instructors.&nbsp; He had promised to be a friend to her, after all, and for a Vendatti that meant money.&nbsp; <br><br>He reached out for the potion, giving a sad smile of thanks.&nbsp; <strong>"She's very upset, as you see - no doubt she'll want this once the adrenaline passes.&nbsp; Melda and I are well enough physically, but rather distraught at the lack of security during the exam...."</strong> he continued briefly, referring to the articles of their enrollment and the school's responsibility for their care.&nbsp; The breach of contract was minor, of course, but some damages were in order - payable to those placed in danger, of course.&nbsp; The need to buy their silence about the incident was, of course, far more subtle; he had no wish to blackmail the school, just to receive a fair compensation to purchase a few of the amenities Father hadn't seen the need for.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 05:52:50</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Chapel<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nys, Melda<br><br>"We're doing everything in our power to ensure the safety of students after the fact," Crattus said.&nbsp; "If necessary, we can have guards accompany you to your classes.&nbsp; But no undead should be outside the catacombs.&nbsp; Why, Redhurst hasn't suffered a major security breach in over a century!"<br><br>"I'd much rather put this behind us," Ellen said, her mage armor now gone and replaced with more fitting attire.&nbsp; "By the way, where's Na'ima?&nbsp; We should go looking for her at the moment."<br><br>Murrin looked towards the floor.&nbsp; "I should've known..."<br><br>Crattus and Ellen were now looking at him.<br><br>"She should be at the next class, that's what I meant!&nbsp; She's probably trying to focus on other things, no unusual for people in her situation."<br><br>"Tell Na'ima that we're always here to help."<br><br>"She'll either be at her room, or," Murrin thumbed through some papers, "Arcane Alterations class, which is next period.&nbsp; I'd look for her in one of those two places."<br><br>"I don't take those classes," Ellen said.&nbsp; "Sorry, but I can't budge from my schedule."&nbsp; She began to walk out of the chapel.&nbsp; "Tell Na'ima to meet me in the Left Dorm, at a time convenient to her," she whispered to Nys.&nbsp; "You might find this hard to believe, but I think I understand what she's going through."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 06:51:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br>Tagging: Mel</strong><br><br>Nys shrugged at the instructor's response; simpler and cheaper, he thought, to secure their silence while quietly fixing the problem than to deal with the crowds of students who would no doubt clamor for escorts of their own, but he wasn't going to press the issue.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead he turned to Ellen with a raised brow and a look of irritation.&nbsp; <strong>"And what is that, exactly, do you think?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 07:07:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/N7zx7MH.jpg?1)</div>Ellen waited until she and Nys left the confines of the chapel, so that the teachers would think they're headed elsewhere.<br><br>"If you must know, you could always ask her, although I believe that such a situation requires a more... experienced hand.&nbsp; You'll just have to trust me on this one."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 07:35:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Outside the chapel/the room<br>Tagging: Ellen</strong><br><br>Nys looked Ellen in the eyes for a moment with a bland expression, then turned away and strode off without a word.&nbsp; Her continuing condescension was galling, and hardly left him inclined to assist; nor did he think Na'ima would be particularly receptive to any news he had to deliver.&nbsp; But it was always possible his mind might change later.&nbsp; <br><br>For now he simply returned to their room.&nbsp; He took a moment to brush himself off and clean both his sword and Na'ima's knife, then left her blade with the potion on her desk before preparing to head out to his next class.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 01:03:22</strong>
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				<br><br><strong>Location: Redhurst Library of the Arcane, Midnight</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Closed</strong><br><br>A retinue of guards, weapons drawn, surrounded the charred remains of a humanoid body.&nbsp; It was but a few feet from the doorway separating the library proper from the massive sealed doors of the Vault, kept in place by the mighty runic spear of a woman clad in plate mail.&nbsp; Every so often the body twitched under the pressure of the spear, but with a quick shove she stopped its movement.&nbsp; Even in death, the thing appeared animated, if pathetic.&nbsp; Christopha had no intention of taking any chances when it came to the undead.<br><br>"Dammit, when is the Headmaster going to get here?!"<br><br>The guards parted their circle when Headmaster Andarlin came forth, with a middle-aged teacher in tow.&nbsp; With nary a word he shot forth a bright green beam out of his hand and onto the corpse, halting its movements.&nbsp; "Dispelling was no easy task," he remarked.&nbsp; "You did a fine job, Christopha, but there were many contingency spells propping up the entity's animation.&nbsp; We're fortunate that the vault traps took care all but that last bit."<br><br>"It seems quite odd," she remarked.&nbsp; "There was a spell on that man to turn him into a wight upon death.&nbsp; There are far more common forms of undead more suited to theft."<br><br>"Then we might not be dealing with a thief," the woman accompanying Andarlin said.&nbsp; "Crawling hands in the Gauntlet, a contingent undead entity, these point more towards acts of sabotage."<br><br>Christopha eyed the woman carefully.&nbsp; "I take it that none of these are yours, Headmaster Karnakia?&nbsp; There's too many undead in the catacombs for even a necromancer like you to monitor at once."<br><br>"If you're implying that this arrived due to incompetence," Karnakia said coldly, "you are dearly wrong.&nbsp; There are teachers in the Mordant aside from me, and any excess undead are destroyed and dispelled are programmed with strict, non-offensive parameters.&nbsp; This creature, which I remind you, was alive before falling to the vault security, so we're definitely dealing with an outside threat."<br><br>"Christopha, do not cast such suspicions without proof," Andarlin said.&nbsp; "I trust it that none of the students were in here?"<br><br>"No, Headmaster.&nbsp; And the ones who were attacked by the crawling hands are finishing up their Transmutation class.&nbsp; They're surprisingly unaffected by the ordeal, but we're still keeping an eye on them just in case."<br><br>"It's been over a century since Redhurst was last attacked.&nbsp; I for all of our sake that these incidents are not the results of a greater conspiracy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 07:08:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br><strong>Location: Fencing Yard<br>Tagging: Melda</strong><br><br>Ignorant of late meetings in the Library, Nys found himself spending the evening with Melda.&nbsp; The fencing instructor had led them through a few movements with wooden swords, a boring exercise for anyone with some practice with a blade but an understandable method to identify which students were most likely to impale themselves.&nbsp; To Nys' amusement, there were several: clearly magic use didn't attract students with decent coordination.&nbsp; He and Melda had spent the class side by side, discussing their own experiences training and flirting ceaselessly.&nbsp; Nys hadn't taken his fellow elf in hand again since her first spanking despite a few temptations; still, Melda's periodic glances and flushed cheeks assured him she hadn't forgotten her lesson, and he was fairly certain he could smell her arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>Not that he was any less so.&nbsp; He'd only been a few days without a mistress, but the fact she'd been taken away was far more galling than a simple lack of a partner.&nbsp; When he removed his jacket and shirt on the edge of the dueling ground to place them carefully folded on a bench, the hardness beneath his loose black trousers was evident.&nbsp; So, too, was his athletic physique.&nbsp; Nys would never be called brawny, but his slimness was the result of exercise and diet; lean muscles moved in his&nbsp; bared upper body as he made a few test swings with his blade.&nbsp; <br><br>They'd agreed to a friendly duel, the winner to receive a minor forfeit from the loser.&nbsp; Neither had been specific about their reward, but enough had been insinuated that Nys felt confident that, win or lose, he'd have his use of Melda before light.&nbsp; Winning would simply put it on his terms: something, he suspected, that they'd both enjoy more.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaning forward on the balls of his feet, Nys grinned at Melda.&nbsp; "Ready?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 03:14:51</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Left Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Na'ima<br><br>It was nightfall of the first day at Redhurst.&nbsp; Word was already spreading throughout the dorms on the "undead attack" down in the Gauntlet.&nbsp; Although the teachers did not disclose the names of Nys, Na'ima, Melda, or Ellen, simple deduction of which classmates were "safe" during that period narrowed the list down to four.<br><br>By the time Na'ima made it back, she was barraged with a series of questions.<br><br>"Hey, were you there, you know, when it happened?"<br><br>"Were they zombies?&nbsp; Skeletons?"<br><br>"Is it true that you trounced them?"<br><br>Arturon generated a ball of light above the pressing crowd, a clear signal for them to disperse lest they face demerits.<br><br>"Leave her alone!" he exclaimed.&nbsp; "Do you understand what she's been through?"<br><br>Everyone backed away.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Na'ima," he said.&nbsp; "Professor Murrin tried his best, but eventually word slipped out.&nbsp; Once we find the responsible party, we'll punish them appropriately.&nbsp; Let's go somewhere more private."<br><br>The room Arturon led her to was a general-purpose area, with a table and cabinets by the wall.&nbsp; One of the chairs was occupied by Ellen.&nbsp; The door made a brief sucking sound around its edges once he closed it.<br><br>"Ellen tells me that she can help you," he said.&nbsp; "Considering that she was with you during the incident, I trusted her word over the other students."<br><br>"Evening, Na'ima, I hope I didn't distract you from your schedule."<br><br>She offered her a seat.&nbsp; "Want some coffee, something to drink?&nbsp; Hmm, on that note, can you make me a cup, Arturon?&nbsp; The cafeteria's still open."<br><br>"Certainly."&nbsp; Arturon promptly left.<br><br>"I apologize for this, but I noticed that you're quite knowledgeable about necromancy," Ellen said.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I noticed how you reacted down there.&nbsp; I myself have someone close to me who didn't choose their connection, either."<br><br>She reached out to Na'ima and held her hands in her own.&nbsp; "I can help you, as can others here.&nbsp; You're not alone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 05:04:18</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Dueling Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Melda, Nys<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/VMKf7Ht.png?1)</div><br>A small crowd of students, and a teacher, gathered to watch the spectacle.&nbsp; Far enough to not get in the way of Nys and Melda, yet close enough to observe their dance of swords.&nbsp; The teacher observed the movements and pre-combat preparations of the two elves.&nbsp; Melda in particularly was graceful to behold, and although her dress or lack thereof did inspire a bit of lust in him, he quelled it as she remembered his status as a Redhurst teacher.&nbsp; But a part did hope that she signed up for one of his dueling classes.&nbsp; Nys proved adept enough to qualify for Intermediate Swordplay, and although their first class had not begun he couldn't help but mentally grade the bout in his mind.<br><br>Daniel was among the students, watching more intently than the others.&nbsp; "Hmm, I wonder which one of them dealt the killing blow to the monsters in the Gauntlet?"<br><br>"I heard that the teacher saved them," Ralna replied.&nbsp; "I mean, I'm sure they practiced and all but they don't look like killers to me."<br><br>"Well, we could ask them once their little round ends," Daniel said with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 14:20:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ellen<br><br>When she managed to get away from the school Na'ima headed out into the little forest just outside and sat down by a babbling brook to stare moodily at the water, it wasn't home but at least it was away from all the twisted mages and their devil worshiping ways. And totally free of elves! Yes that last part was really important now that she was thinking of it, Dragonbait... if he calls her that one more time she will .. will.. well do something.. probably illegal and painful. If anything was illegal in this god forsaken place! Her eyes go up to the sun and her first thought is that she needs to pray but.. what is the use? She is already damned, so why is she begging for forgiveness from the heavens when there is none for people like her?<br><br>"What to do? hmm... I guess I could learn the theory behind this devilry but not use it, that shouldn't be too big of an evil right?" She asks the brook who just keeps babbling to itself totally ignoring her, in usual brook fashion after all. "Well I will take that as an agreement." She chuckles to herself and then spends the rest of the day out there in the forest, her back turned towards the school so she wont have to see its soul crushing towers. But all to soon darkness falls and she is forced to return, not wanting to be alone out here in the dark and also she thinks if she stay away for much longer she might get in trouble with the teachers.<br><br>As she returns she finds herself mobbed by the students, the crowd pushing in from all directions as she tries to shrink in on herself as tears slowly roll down her cheeks in shame. "P.. please just leave me alone..please.." Thankfully rescue wasn't far away and she soon found herself ushered into a quiet room that only held the elf girl from earlier, and Na'ima just stands silent feeling really awkward.<br><br>"Help? I... don't understand" gently she pries her hands away from the other womans and forces herself not to wipe them clean in disgust at the touch, "Eh.. what did you want? I.. am late.. for.. prayer.. so.. unless it is important?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 08:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br>Elven Magus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=176901.msg8395541#msg8395541)<br><strong>Location: Fencing Yard<br>Tagging: Melda</strong><br><br>Nys looked over to the gathering audience, mostly concealing his irritation.&nbsp; He wasn't a shy elf, being comfortable speaking to nearly anyone and always welcoming new friends, but he wasn't inclined to make himself a spectacle, either.&nbsp; He'd hoped the late hour would grant some measure of privacy for their match.&nbsp; Instead, both students and staff stood around gaping, their half-heard commentary distracting and the publicity unlikely to encourage things the direction he hoped they'd go.&nbsp; Where did one go to fuck around this school?&nbsp; Oh well...Dragonbait could likely use the education if they had to make do with their public rooms, and the beds there were more comfortable than a parade ground.&nbsp; <br><br>He began the duel with a quick bit of footwork, his left hand and lips moving to summon a floating ebony disk for protection while he made a half hearted stab - barely more than a feint - to keep Melda at bay.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1 Arcane Pool to gain a +1 enhancement to sword, combat casting to cast shield and strike at -2: result 3 (rolled a 2).&nbsp; My AC is now 21.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 08:19:37</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Na'ima<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/N7zx7MH.jpg?1)</div>&nbsp; Ellen realized she had made a mistake by establishing hand-on contact with Na'ima.&nbsp; She mentally scolded herself and promised to keep things at arm's length.<br><br>"Even before coming to Redhurst, I've been involved in arcane studies.&nbsp; I'll tell you something few others know: I grew up in the kingdom of Ollivart, a rural nation of mountain passes and glades.&nbsp; Centuries ago our nation was affected by plague.&nbsp; The gods did not look kindly upon the land, and so we had no priests or divine aid to stem the death toll.&nbsp; The Carascans, a noble family of arcanists, altered the ley lines with necromantic magic in an attempt to bring about an end to death, but things went very wrong.&nbsp; People died, but their essence still remained tied to the land.&nbsp; Matthew, one of my cousins from my human side of the family, was contacted by his dead ancestors and other family who remained within the ley lines.&nbsp; He was frightened by this ordeal, people thought he was cursed.&nbsp; For years we did not know how to help.&nbsp; But in recent years we had found a way."<br><br>Ellen produces a necklace with a blue jewel in the middle.&nbsp; "It's a ward against the undead," she said.&nbsp; "I crafted it myself, for Matthew when he still lived.&nbsp; Wearing it helped drown out the voices at night, but the protections wore off over time and eventually they came back more than ever."<br><br>Ellen looked down at the table, lingering on the necklace.&nbsp; "I made an imperfect model, and in some nights I swear I can hear Matthew from beyond the veil.&nbsp; There are others within my family who are affected by the ley lines' curse, and although it will take the efforts of many mages to undo the damage, we have to start somewhere.&nbsp; It's one of my reasons for coming to Redhurst; I hope that I can find what I'm looking for here."<br><br>Arturon returned suddenly.&nbsp; "Sorry, did I interrupt?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 01:38:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi46.tinypic.com/6dv6tw.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melda'Paio</strong></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: Class<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nys<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Mel had spent the rest of the day bored through classes, throwing looks and sly grins to Nys. She wanted to see more about his personality, and just who he was. Mel wasn't particularly familiar with where he came from, most of her studies had been at home. Granted, even those were usually just exploring the massive forest and network of caverns where her mother had her tower built.<br><br>&nbsp;When he challenged her to a duel, she accepted. Mel had an idea of what the 'minor forfeit' of his would be, but wondered what he'd ask if she lost. The elf drew her scimitar as the two took up position across from each other in the dueling room. <strong>"An audience? I hope you don't get performance anxiety Nys. It'd be a shame if your swordsmanship fell flat."</strong> Mel remarked, tossing her cloak to the side.<br><br>&nbsp;Her fairly well sized bosom was held back by a wrap of cloth around her chest, a tattoo on her left shoulder. As Nys found out earlier, she didn't wear much if anything under her trousers. She dodged to the side as Nys cast a spell while thrusting forward, bringing up her scimitar to guide Nys's sword away from her. Melda mimicked his action, spinning around with her blade over her head, coming out of her spin bringing her blade down at him. The attack missed, of course, but her intention was to bring up her own magical shield.<br><br>&nbsp;Taking a step back, two fingers balanced in the reverse of her scimitar, body slightly angled forward, Melda was smiling. <strong>"Now that we've got that out of the way, how about we actually get started? I think our audience might be getting bored."</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=48738<br>Attack roll, missed. Spending 1 arcane pool point to add +1 enhancement to the scimitar.<br>Full round action, attacking at a -2 penalty and casting shield. AC is at 18 now.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 11:34:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Nys Vendatti</span><br>Elven Magus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=176901.msg8395541#msg8395541)<br><strong>Location: Fencing Yard<br>Tagging: Melda</strong><br><br>Nys chuckled at Melda's comment. &nbsp;"I'm more inclined to be entertained than do the performing, but I'm not averse to an audience if you want one...."&nbsp; He shifted his stance slightly, bringing his sword up but also tilting his hips.&nbsp; The rigid shaft pressing against his pants affirmed nothing was 'falling flat'.&nbsp; <br><br>He spun into a quick slice, hoping Melda would fall for the distraction, but was actually rather pleased when she proved herself more disciplined.&nbsp; <br><br>"We can't harm each other here," Nys had already tested that charm by running his blade along his hand, "so how about we go for the first mortal strike?"&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blech (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=48742)&nbsp; Fight til one of us is would have reached 0 hp?&nbsp; First level, shouldn't take more than a couple hits.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Redhurst Academy of Magic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 13:58:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ellen<br><br>Na'ima listens carefully trying to understand why the elf is telling her these things, as Ellen keeps talking she feels more uncomfortable thinking that the elf has realized how cursed she is down to the evil voices in her head. yupp when the elf takes out the pendant it is pretty clear, she knows all to well.. somehow she has figured out Na'imas secret. Question is now, what does she want? Probably some form of hush money, or from what she has seen of elves so far something really perverted. Both things fill her with dread, she might look like she has some money but with her father basically casting her out she really doesn't.<br><br>"You have my condolences, I really hope that you and your people can solve the problem. If I find anything in my studies that can help I will let you know." She actually means it even though she knows she is being set up, but perhaps by offering to help she blackmail will be less severe, it is a vain hope but at the moment hope.. no matter how feeble is all she has.<br><br>She looks down on the floor with a sigh and is about to ask what Ellen want for her silence when Arturon returns giving her the opening she so desperately needs.<br><br>"What? No not at all, I was just about to head back to my dorm for prayers. Thank you both." She smiles while sweat is visibly beading on her forhead and makes a hasty retreat, as soon as she is out of the room she takes off at a dead run even pushing another student out of the way.
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