The Royal University of Galland

[Gisk]

The country of Galland takes up the southern half of it's small continent, the Northern half is the mountainous country of Mardia, ruled by "barbarian" tribes who make a living stealing the livestock of Gallanders.
Galland is warm, but rainy. The shores make a living with fishing, livestock does well in the North, as do iron workers, and the soil is fertile in the South. The country is governed by King Gerard the Fourth, who rules from the Capital. Also of note in the Capital is the Royal University, where those who wish to serve the Kingdom as mages come to study. Archmage Jean-Paul Chevelier looks over the study, guiding the students to become useful and loyal servants of the King. In times of peace and plenty, a Mage's duties are usually minimal, and graduates of the University have been known to pursue their own interests in between assignments.

The public's view of magic is different depending on where you go. Closer to the Capital and the University, mages are seen as scholars and miracle workers by most. But they visit further villages so seldom that most people can't help but equate them with spies or tax collectors. In these cases, loyal citizens have a "nothing to hide, nothing to fear" attitude, but those who dislike them, really dislike them.

The source of magical power is the Other. It is some sort of realm that isn't even remotely understood, even by the greatest mages. All living things have a portal to the Other inside them, and it has been suggested that our very souls come from there, and return there upon death. Magic is the act of opening that portal and allowing the energy from the Other to flow through you. It is translated into the various physical forces of the natural world(so, kinetic energy, thermal energy, electromagnetic energy etc). At the most basic, magic just involves releasing energy into our world, in the form of a blast of force, or lightning or heat(which ignites the air and appears to be the wizard throwing fire). It can be refined to do more specific tasks by the words of an ancient language. Mankind developed language and the use of magic at the same time, and the forces of the Other are "used to" being bent by the old words.
Though magic is apparently inherent in all living things, the body can only handle so much of the Other. That is a wizard's limiting factor, how much exposure he has trained his body to take. Sorcerers must have fit bodies, and they must know their limits or the Other could consume them.

Other-ill: When a mage uses his powers too much, his body is worn out and he'll find himself fading in and out of delirium. In addition to that, his immune system is weakened and he'll often develop more mundane illnesses in addition. This is of course a temporary condition, lasting a few days at the most. But it can be very severe.

Enchanting: To give an item a magical effect, you pour Other power into it, using writing from the old tongue to guide the energy to do what you want.

Potions: As stated before, there's a little gateway to the Other in every living thing, that includes plants. Certain plants have been found to have magical properties, and a knowledgeable sorcerer can combine them to make potions and powders. The making of potions is incredibly difficult complicated and dangerous.

Physics(surprisingly advanced, given the technology level)
Biology(This is less advanced. It's more on the level of Renaissance science)
Herbology(an offshoot of biology. It is concerned with the Other properties that plants have, and how they can be combined into potions and powders)
Math
Language(both the common and the ancient tongues. Reading and writing)
History(somewhat leaning in the King's favor)
Practical magic(the culmination of all of these, combined with the Other)

A timeline of events so far:

15 G.IV
Nemain(12) overextends herself and passes out. Her clan leaves her to die and she is taken in by a kind old woman.
Frederick(12) joins after his village is raided and destroyed.
17 G.IV
Edgar(13) Joins
19 G.IV
Giles(15) joins
Alphonse(12) joins
Nemain(16) joins. She becomes a teacher and never leaves.
20 G.IV
Felix joins(15)
25 G.IV
Edgar(21) leaves to search for God's Eye
26 G.IV
Frederick(23) leaves to protect the Northern border from the Mardians.
27 G.IV
Giles(23) leaves, and joins a group of monks.
30 G.IV
Modern day
Felix leaves(25) for Lithos, where he can study explosives in relative peace.
Alphonse(23) graduates, but is called for duty before he can relax.


It is midsummer when our story starts.

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Name: Alphonse Chevelier
Age: 23

Personality:Fun loving and adventurous, he rarely sits still long enough to study in books. And yet his knowledge of history and the ancient tongues is greater than most, because he learns both through songs his father taught him. He loves music and stories, and to him the world is full of honor, chivalry and heroes. He's his father's son, through and through, and has been known to choose chasing girls over his studies. Luckily for the women of the college, he has little interest in well educated girls.
Bio: Archmage Jean-Paul Chevelier has three younger brothers. One was a blacksmith who was killed in a Mardian raid. Another is a steward to the King. And the youngest of the four, the greatest shame of the family, is a bard. Guy Chevelier is a full twenty years younger than Jean-Paul, and rather than taking up a gainful trade like his three older brothers, he started playing the lute and singing songs to woo the girls of the Capital. It was absolutely miraculous that he managed to last until the age of thirty without producing a child. He was returning to the Capital for the first time in five years when a woman he barely remembered thrust a child on him. Alphonse.

Guy took Al with him on his travels from that point on. He taught his child the stories and songs that he knew, as well as how to play the fiddle. The audiences loved the father son duets, and Guy found his purse heavier than ever in the time Al traveled with him, despite having another mouth to feed. But as much as people in general loved his son, the women he pursued seemed off-put by the fact that he had a child in tow. He could only stand being snubbed for so long. Eventually he left his son in the care of his oldest brother, claiming that he wanted him to learn magic. Alphonse was twelve years old when he entered the University.

His time in the Royal University was punctuated by much sneaking out and slacking off. His intimate knowledge of history and the ancient tongue was his saving grace, and he managed to graduate just this year(after an unheard of 11 years at school).

[vTempest]

Name
Giles Ashdown

Age
26. Enrolled in the university at the age of 15. Graduated at the age of 23.

Personality
Giles has a natural wonder and curiosity of things, which can sometimes cause him to be absent minded or over think things. He tries to create subtle solutions for problems, rather then flashy ones, through the enchantment of items. Giles is a generally shy, but friendly person, and tries to not draw attention to himself. However if angered, Giles may begin to act irrational and may do stupid things.

Bio

Giles was born in a crime ridden town, far from the university, where magic was viewed with distaste. Very little practiced the art of magic, and those who did where outcast. His family felt the same way about magic so when he one day discovered his talent by accidentally moving a pebble without touching it, he kept it hidden from everyone. He figured that as long as he didn't use it, it would be as if he didn't have it. Unfortunately, he soon realized that his curiosity and wonder for magic where too strong for him to fight and he found a mentor in an old man who had once studied in the university. The man was hated by the majority of the townsfolk, but never the less he stayed there to be near his wives grave. When Giles approached the man, he was ecstatic to have a young pupil just as Giles was to have someone to teach him.

Knowing that he couldn't meet the man out in the open, once a week Giles donned a hooded coat and snuck out to the mans home, where he would learn the Other and how to control the flow of energy between it and himself. He took particular interest in the art of enchantment, thinking it a subtle way to use magic. He figured that if he could master enchantment, maybe he would be able to use magic without any one finding out. His mentor taught him all he knew about enchanting, and loaned him books that Giles masqueraded as novels. He poured over every word, devouring the knowledge like a starved wolf. When he felt himself ready, Giles stole a small silver ring from his home and enchanted it. He gave it a property of stealth. Whenever he wore the ring, whoever looked upon Giles would see him as a bland, non memorable man so long as they didn't see him put the ring on or bring attention to himself. It works by bending some of the light around the wearer, causing him to look different. He used it mostly for stealing petty things, like an apple or some parchment.

Soon after creating the ring, he realized that he could use it for so much more. He despised the state of his town. Every day he would hear of a mugging or murder. He decided that he should use his magic to combat the criminals of his town. Every night thereafter, Giles patrolled the town with his hooded coat keeping him from being recognized. Whenever he noticed or heard something shady, he would investigate and use the kinetic form of magic to stop crimes from being committed, and then slipped away from attention with his ring. Not once was his identity revealed, and so his thirst for knowledge grew.

One night during patrol, Giles heard a scream erupt from an alley. He ran to find the source, only to find his mentor being attacked by a group of young men. He recognized them as local haters of magic, and among them was his brother. These men were notorious for their desire to completely eradicate magic from their town. In a fit of rage Giles threw the men back through sheer kinetic force, but not before his mentor was stabbed in the heart. While running to the old mans aid, his hood was thrown back revealing his face. When he got to his mentors side, he was already dead. Giles ran from the alley, straight for his home, his brother shouting his name as he ran. Giles packed his belongings and fled. After months of wandering from city to city, Giles decided to enroll in the University for magic, wishing to continue his studies of magic and enchantment.

~

After finishing his studies, Giles left the university to practice in the mountains with a group of monks who devoted themselves to study of the Other. While there, Giles created a plethora of enchanted items including reusable a small explosive filled with various restrained chemicals that Giles can release to have various effects like a smoke, gas, or regular explosion bomb (he may use certain chemicals within the explosive, and not others. In the form of a small ball), a dagger that can slice through the thickest steel by making itself slightly denser than whatever it's cutting, and a key that can open any lock by shaping itself to the form of the keyhole. Although he has made many new enchanted objects, he still holds onto and uses the ring he made so long ago as a child.

While studying, the monks that Giles studied with figured him worthy to be taught a technique they used to become closer to the Other. This synchronization allows the magic used to be more potent, but requires meditation. When Giles tried this, he saw the Other for the first time in all of its indescribable beauty. It was only after meditating that they informed Giles of certain side effects that came with it. They warned him about visions he may have if he oversteps his boundaries with the Other. Not caring much for this, Giles continued his meditation, and ignored the visions that came with it. He didn't really mind, as they were small things, like a something he would see in the corner of his eye, or a buzzing noise without a source. He continues meditating to this day.

[Superfly]

Name: Edgar Von Hassan
Age: 26
Appearance:
Personality: Edgar seizes every chance he can get to live his life to the fullest potential he or any other man can muster. He is free with his affections and criticism but he rarely holds a grudge for long.
He is a scholar and has a fond fascination of history; great stories of ancient races, fierce magic, terrible wars, tyrant kings and lost relics greatly fascinate him. Edgar needs to know the where, the when, and the whys, nothing is simply there and everything has a story. It is this strength that makes him greatly knowledgeable, but often makes him absent or late to important duties or responsibilities and leaves him unfocused if his curiosity isn’t sated.

Bio: Edgar was born into a rich family that owned quite a bit of land. He was a third son, and because of his lack of a vagina meant his father couldn’t use him to further political relationships with other Lords and Ladies.
When he was twelve his father gave him several choices of where Edgar could be of use. The first was he could be trained to become and ordained priest and speak the word of god. The second was he could be given to his uncle, and squired to become a knight and in the future a shield for the royal family. The third was to be shipped away to a foreign land and work on numbers in a bank, a great job which would leave the family rich beyond their wildest dreams. Edgar wanted none of this and locked himself away in his room, determined to stay locked away for the rest of his days.

He did not believe in god. He lacked his brother’s skills with bows and swords. He hated maths and numbers. The only thing he was good at was reading stories of fabled heroes, damsel princesses and ugly monsters. It was then when his mother suggested he become a mage. The Von Hassan family were not experienced in magic or had little practice in it. Edgar’s father was determined that his third born would not become a jester and considered the thought appalling and shameful on the family name. The more his father said no, the more Edgar desired it. Eventually, his mother was able to persuade his father and Edgar was shipped away without any funds and his father’s fury following his steps at the age of thirteen.

Edgar was determined not to let his father’s shame burden him for the rest of his life. He became indifferent to his namesake, and the formal courtesies the Instructors would give him. They called him titles such as master or young lord. He loathed being tied to a family that had neglected him and had not bothered to reply to his many letters.

He forced himself in his studies, history was a favourite subject. He became very skilled with entropy spells, allowing himself to paralyze others, curse them with weak immune systems so they’d catch colds, if he focused enough he could even drain the life force of plants and animals and use that to heal himself. His practice was often seen as dark magic, but Edgar rarely used it unless in trouble.

During his time in the university Edgar began researching an old relic called “God’s Eye” an ancient artifact that was said to unveil the history of the beginning of the world. Edgar was sure it was probably fake, or its power highly exaggerated, but he couldn’t be certain…, and with a mystery came a quest. So when Edgar graduated at the age of twenty-one he set off in pursuit of the relic.

[Rtron]

Name: Fredrick

Age: 27

Appearance:

Only with a cut going down the left side of his helmet. Now, as for what's beneath his helmet. His eyes are bright green, his nose is on the small side, and bent as if it had been broken, he has a set of clawish scar marks on the left side of his face, narrowly missing his eye and hitting his nose and lip, he has short brown hair largely messy and flat from wearing the helmet.

Personality: Fredrick is a rather practical individual, neither viewing things as an optimist nor as a pessimist. He doesn't place much on such things as fair, or right and wrong. To him, all of that is an opinion. As such, he'll do things some might view as morally wrong, such as killing a Prisoner, Slaying those who would surrender, etc. He is also rather blunt, probably to a rude point.

Bio: As a child, Fredrick lived near the mountainous regions of Mardia. His village was on the border with the country, and there was a constant guard watch to prevent raids. His village was one of the top producers of ore from the nearby mountains, and had some of the best smiths. As it was, Fredrick was the son of one such smith. He worked with his father to learn the art of metal crafting, sure that this was the path he was meant to follow. To learn smithing and eventually take his father's role in the village. And so it seemed it would be, for years.

Until a fateful day when he was twelve. They came in the night. Quickly and quietly, they overwhelmed the night watch. By the time someone saw them and raised the alarm, it was to late. Raiders from Mardia, pouring down from the mountain to pillage the village. Fredrick was hidden and locked into ,against his will, in a secret cellar beneath the smithy. The sounds he heard before the raiders lit the building on fire still haunt his nightmares today. When the raging inferno outside stopped, Fredrick pushed his way out of the cellar, and the ruins of the smithy that had fallen down upon the cellar. He stumbled out unto the street. There was still one raider looting the place, who upon seeing him went to murder Fredrick, laughing as he did so figuring it would be an easy kill.

Fredrick felt rage boil in his veins, and releasing a scream of pain and hatred, used magic. All Fredrick himself can remember is red fading over his eyes, blood pounding in his ears, and hearing a scream, and a shattering sound. Next he knew, he was on the ground, gasping and the raider was through the wall of a still standing burned out building, impaled upon a rafter that had shattered in half. The soldiers investigating the massive tower of smoke over the village found him like this.

After he had recovered from the experience, he applied to the university (at age 12), where his uncle was the Arch-Mage, for one reason and one reason alone.To make sure that what happened to his village didn't happen to others. Due to his training as a smith, he displayed a particular talent with earth and metals for his magic. Driven by his desire to make sure that what happened to him didn't happen to others, he trained his body and his mind daily, often pushing himself to near collapse. When he graduated (at age 23), he quickly left for the border villages with Mardia.

When he arrived at one such village, he bought materials for his armor, and using his combined knowledge of metal crafting and magic crafted his armor that he wears. His 'staff' is a spear seen in appearance picture. His armor is designed to do two things. One, it's protection is magically increased beyond normal. Two, the gauntlets can shot intense waves of heat out, making it appear he is shooting flames from his hands. His spear is designed to shoot lightening from the point. He proceeded to wander the border lands, looking for rumors or reports of raids, then tracking down the raiders and stopping their raiding permanently.

[Koleigulis]

Name: Felix Pricx

Age: 25 Joined at 15 recently Graduated at 25

Appearance: tall, skinny, bald, wears an grey robe, white eyes




Personality: Felix is a quick thinker and is quite rash. He feels he haas no time for small talk and when it comes to expressing his feelings he has little to no filter on his mouth. He is quite down to earth taking things for what they are without speculation and he has had ADHD since he could walk.

Bio: Felix was Orphaned at a very young age. His mother and father died in a house fire. The fire came without notice Felix was laying in his bed when he smelt smoke. He awoke to his dresser lit ablaze with a wall of fire. smoke filled the air and flame enveloped every exit around him. He could hear his parents yelling "Felix! ...cough, get out!" over and over. Felix began to cry as he could not see a way out of this agonizing demise. Then he heard a low male voice from behind him. He seen the image of a face in a small window that would cast moonlight into his room. The man said "Child put faith ni my words and squeeze yourself out this way. It is your only chance." Felix ran for the window and used all his strength to make his already skinny body as small as he possible could. Felix became releaved when he got half of his body out but then he got stuck and began to panic. His panic did not last long for the man grabbed his arm and said "Trust me. Go limp" Felix wasn't sure what it was that made him trust the stranger but he did exacly as he said and soon enough he was out. Later when the Capitols guards put out the fire Felix's parents were found dead. the fire was set on purpose by a couple of young cultists testing out their magic. The cultists were exiles of the University and used their magic abilities for evil.

Felix was taken in by the man who saved him. He was taken to a large building which he would call home for the next 5 years. It was the Church of the Other. The Man who saved Felix was part of the Order. The worshipers of the Other realm believe that the other realm is the place of origin and is a negative copy of the world we live in. They believe that since we are a mirror of their world we are at their will and the ability to tap into the Other is a gift from the inhabitants of the Negative plane. Their is no proof of there theory but nobody has been able to prove them wrong either since not even the grandest mages understand what the other is both sides argue a endless battle. Felix was not much of a fan of this kind of life. He wasn't a fan of reading religous parchments hours on end and studying something he couldn't see or prove. After 5 years Felix without permission left the church and became what he called himself a runner.

Felix called the slum district of the city home for most of his teenage years. He enjoyed being Homeless he also enjoyed getting into trouble. Every day was something new and exciting. He would go out of his way to get the guards attention just so he could out run them down the market streets and over top the slum roof tops. He eventually got bored of the guards since they were to little of a challenge. So he started to pick on postal boys who ran all around the city delivering parcels. He would swoop down off a roof and steal a parcels from the boys full backpack and then run. He would only return the parcel after his opponent was gasping for breath or flat out gave up. he did this for a long time and created a few rivals including Fredrick Fastfoot. Fredrick was the fastest Poster boy in the city. Fredrick has a heritage of postal boys inn his family. Running is in his blood. but not as fast as felix. One day he got Fredrick onto the roofs and was gonna make a fast break on an old root that Felix mapped out years ago for old times sake. Everything was going as it had in the past. He was always a step ahead of his rival until today. Felix turned the corner of the roof top that he known so well to find 3 beefy guards over watching a construction sight of a tower. this used to be his fool proof getaway spot. so now the guards were on him and his rival took advantage of this. Fredrick started to hauler "theif" and point at Felix. his only option now was a 30 ft span jump that looked impossible. He didn't take the time to think and just focused on the jump. he jumped and it was quite obvious he wasn't going to make it but just before he hit the ground he stuck his hand out bracing himself for the fall. Around his hand the air reverberated then fired down propelling him into the air. with this extra force Felix soared to the other roof top and landed on both feet. Fredrick now speechless. Felix fired a smirk off in his direction and disappeared. about a month later he joined the university.

At the university Felix mastered in force magic and the ability to manipulate the world around him. with his short attention span and adhd he took little time in his studies of the other and focused more on alchemy and his physical fitness. One day in his spare time Felix got bored and started to mix potion ingredients into a flask. This ended making a volatile explosive potion. The flask began to bubble and a young teacher Nemain recognized the danger dropped her books and ran towards the scene. She threw Felix out of the way and then proceeded to launch the potion in the universality's river that supplied water to the fountain. Felix became indebted to this teacher and vowed he would always pay attention in her class. Which was a lot for Felix to promise. After Felix Graduated he found himself in the rocky planes of Lithos where he mastered his formula for his explosive potions and practiced his force magic leaping from rock to rock destroying any sort of desterbance of peace he could find. He would also play the odd prank on the few traveling merchants that came through his grove.

[Gisk]

I've an IC up now. Feel free to post introductions.

[Rtron]

How do you want Fredrick to be introduced? He's already stationed there technically...

[Madysen]

Name: Nemain Kallinger

Age: 27

Personality: Raised as a barbarian, Nemain is instinctively aggressive most of the time. She is proud, and cannot stand to be insulted. She will rarely physically attack a person who offends her, but verbal insults are not beyond Nemain. Years of studying and reading to feed her natural curiosity have given her a sharp tongue and quick wit, and she isn't afraid to use them.

Nemain is loyal to a fault, and would never betray or harm an ally. She is incredibly protective of those who she is friends with, or those who are placed in her charge. Whenever she makes a promise, names a person her ally, or feels the need to show honour or respect, she does so with a traditional action of the Kallinger clan. Two fists, bumped together painfully hard in front of the person's chest. It is a quick action, but it has the potential to say so much.

History:
Nemain is a rare case indeed. She was born outside of Gallandland, in the mountains of Mardia. She grew up in a small, but powerful, clan of barbarians, the Kallingers. They wandered the southern border of Mardia, often making raids on the northern villages of Gallandland. From a young age, she was capable of accessing her Other portal and performing acts of magic. However, she never truly understood the forces she was working with. Lightning magic, in particular, came easily to her. She struggled with anything else, but electricity was always there.

Though she was magically gifted, Nemain was physically weak. She was a frail child, with fair skin and thin bones. Often, her curiosity with the world of Other would overcome her, and she would become ill. Nemain was pitied by the other children, and viewed as weak by the adults in the Kallinger clan. She grew slowly, and never seemed as strong as everyone else her age.

At the age of twelve, her clan raided a small northern Gallandland community. Nemain did her part to help, fighting with her shortsword. However, she was unskilled with weaponry of any form. Her talents lay in manipulation of the physical world and the Other. Nemain had always been taught to fight where her strengths lay, and that's what she did. The young girl made it to the top of the church, from where she could see the entire battle. Mountain raiders fought against locals, and seemed to be losing the battle.

Nemain brought energy to the battle. Static electricity flooded the air, and lightning rained down into the town. It was dumb luck more than anything that won the raiders the fight. The lightning hit randomly, but struck down more of the locals than it did the raiders. Ecstatic, Nemain called as much Other energy as she could, wanting to aid her clan. Her contribution ended quickly, as a wayward bolt struck the steeple where she stood. Even if it hadn't, she likely would have exhausted herself within seconds.

Nemain fell, and didn't wake up for days.

She regained consciousness in a dark room, entirely enclosed. For a barbarian child used to sleeping under the stars, or in a hide tent with the glow of a fire peeking in, this was terrifying. She spent the next few days drifting in and out of consciousness, unable to sort her waking hours from her dreams. She saw whirling fog, seas of colour, and figures dancing in firelight. Occasionally, a figure would appear in her room, but would leave again. The figures features shifted each time, one day an old crone, the next a girl younger than Nemain herself.

Finally, reality broke through. Nemain was still dreadfully sick, but was aware of her surroundings for the first time. Indeed, she was in a dark room. But it wasn't entirely enclosed. There was a door, and, after a while, a figure came through the door. A young girl, followed by an older woman. Slowly, Nemain learned of all that had happened. The Kallingers had retreated after their raid was complete, leaving Nemain for dead. She'd been found by the young girl, a year older than herself, named Katerina. For the past week and three days, Nemain had been horrendously Other-ill. It was something of a wonder that she had survived at all. The girl was weak, and had used a huge amount of magic.

Katerina and her grandmother, Amelia Macayhill, took Nemain in, and she grew gradually stronger. No longer was she pushed to her limits by the other people in her clan. No longer was she suffering malnutrition as a result of food shortages. After six years of living with the Macayhills, Nemain was as strong as other girls at the age of sixteen.

Over those years, she grew not only in strength, but also in intelligence. Nemain was naturally bright and curious, and had never been given the opportunity to exercise her mind when living as a barbarian. The Kallinger clan didn't read or write or pour over scripts in search of knowledge. Katerina Macayhill taught her to read and write, and although she didn't exactly excel, Nemain did catch on quickly.

At the age of sixteen, Nemain decided that she wanted to learn more. Though she had grown stronger, she was still becoming Other-ill quite often, and had far from mastered the use of magic. Indeed, she could still do no more than when she had been separated from the rest of the Kallingers. She bade the Macayhills farewell, though she still stays in contact with Katerina and her grandmother, and travelled south to attend the University. Nemain struggled at first, dealing with subject matter far above anything she'd ever encountered. She knew nothing of the formal teachings...history, physics, mathematics. Concepts baffled her mind, and it took all of her willpower and determination to not quit. But she soon caught on, and devoted herself entirely to her studies. Not only did she begin to succeed, but she began to excel. By the time she graduated, the mountain barbarian had become one of the top of her class.

Nemain was unwilling to leave the university after graduation. While most of her peers went on to improve their magic elsewhere in the country, she stayed behind, passing on knowledge to those who were yet to arrive. Nemain teaches one of the practical magic courses, focusing on electric magic, and derivatives of electricity. A year later, she continues to teach.

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I made a slight edit to Nemain's bio. She joined the university two years older than originally written. At 16, rather than 18. :3

[Gisk]

I was under the impression that he was working on his own, not under orders. I figured that we would run into him when we went up there.
Perhaps he'll move to stop a raid, and find that Captain Bell and a small military force are already in place. This is the first time that men from the Capital have actually been garrisoned near the border. Before this, it was mostly just local men-at-arms.

I am trying to weave a plot that gets everyone involved.

Lemme see:
Alphonse and Frederick are cousins.
Nemain may or may not have killed Frederick's village.
Alphonse is good friends with Giles, and something of an academic rival with Edgar.
Nemain and Felix are close(as he is in her debt).

My thoughts on this: Nemain goes North when she hears about Captain Bell's garrison, though her exact reasons and intentions are up for debate, and Felix follows. Frederick is already there, and Al, Ed and Giles are part of the newly deployed guard force.

But you guys know your characters better than me.

[Rtron]

That works for me! Now, tomorrow, I'll throw an introductory post up.

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Nemain killed Frederick's village.

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For the sake of RPing.There is no may. She did. This is known by some raider or another that'll pop up while Fredrick and Nemain are together. He'll spit something out, then...all hell breaks loose.