Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- Most of the guards were still angry, which was perfectly understandable, but the robed man seemed much more calm. Unfortunately the amount he demanded in reparation was far above reasonable. It was possible that it was simply a high first offer which could be haggled, but in any case, it was far too much for them to pay. It did, however, open up an avenue of conversation that could get them through witout further violence, as the promise of gold could, even a smaller mount, could significantly lower the weary guards' willingness to fight. Lyn had also revealed herself, which was concerning, but as long as they were still negotiating, Meirin would have time to get her back into the wagon. "I understand your anger, as I would share it in your position, but you know that a bloody nose and bruised neck is not worth three years pay. The idea of reparations, however, is not unreasonable. OUr friend was out of line. It was her judgment, her mistake, and it should be her consequences. I can offer all of her gold for the transgression. It is not three years pay, but it is a price we are actually capable of paying. This is gold on top of the normal toll, for your own use. It goes to yourselves, not your superiors, and most of all, it comes at no risk to you. You need not fight well-trained guards to obtain it;, you can just have it at no risk to your own lives. Just free gold, with no more hassle. Alaira, give me what you have so I may count it." Ssarak said. He had a few ideas in mind for his counteroffer. For one, it offered something of a sense of justice, as it punished specifically the one who harmed them. For some, seeing somone who had hurt them suffer could make up for a lesser monetary reward. As well, it was an offer that took advantage of some of their fears. Even just by appearances alone, most of the caravan guard looked to be in better shape than the bridge's guards. Fighting the caravan guard would be a significant risk to their lives, and what Ssarak was offering allowed them to recieve extra payment with none of that danger. Ssarak made sure to look across each of the guards as he made his offer so that they knew he was talking to them all, as even if his words did not convince every single one of them, he could possibly divide their opinions.

**_Alaira Taenn_** Alaira could not hear, or really even perceive Ssarak, everything was a foggy haze of screaming pain as her mind ore itself apart. And it only got worse as it continued. She did even see Lyn as she approached, just distorted silhouettes of everyone. She had to make this stop, at any cost... Shaky, she rose to her feet, shoving the larger shadow aside... those other shadows on the other side, they were causing this... She rushed one of the diseased guards, howling in fury and pain, tackling him to the ground as she clamped her hand over the sides of his head. Her arms crackled with energy as enormous amounts of power crackled through, no doubt cooking his mind...

Darius raised an eyebrow when Alaira dropped to the ground grabbing at her head. Something happened to her, but nothing happened to anyone else. Maybe the Psychomancer that Ssarak mentioned had done something to cause the half-elf pain. Either way, it stopped the situation from getting worse. The man in the robe began negotiating a fee for attacking the guardsmen. Darius didn't care what they were talking about. He was watching the guardsmen just in case one of them decided to attack. However yet again it was Alaira that attacked first. She ran at one of the guardsmen and tackled him to the ground. Her arms started crackling with energy. If it was anything like last time, the man was either dead or going to be very soon. With sigh, Darius ran over to Alaira, and after taking a few deep breaths, he pulled her off of the man with enough force to send her sliding back a few feet. He then looked at the guardsmen and put his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I do not believe that negotiations are an option anymore. Am I correct? And I will not allow you to take anything from the caravan. It is our job to ensure it arrives at Hysteria intact." Darius was ready. The prospect of a fight after having gone so long without one was an exciting one.

**Cynn Ellime** Pitch's question caught Cynn off-guard, making her reel back in her chair. Her hand had started to go up to cover the scar on her neck when she heard a deep, Orcish voice. She turned to see Tyrael, who was asking Pitch and herself to help him with something. Well, "asking" wasn't the right term for it; it was more of a polite command. "Oh! H-hi, Mister T-Tyrael," she stammered out in her usual quiet voice. "I can help, I th-think... But...I mean, it...might be sort of...slow, I guess? I'm still r-recovering from my...uh...my coma..." That word didn't come out easily, but she couldn't just hint at it. She doubted such an important College official really knew much about her former condition.

At this point Meirin knew things could only get worse. When Lyn got out the first thing Meirin did was make sure Lyn didn't go too far. But during that moment Meirin was distracted and wasn't able to stop Alaira. Meirin didn't know what was happening to her and frankly she was a bit glad that Alaira had been temporarily stopped, but that didn't even last long before she tried to kill someone again. At this point Meirin was considering knocking out Alaira for the rest of the trip, but now Meirin would like as much help as she can get. "Lyn stay with Alaira, please. She needs you right now." Lyn's eyes widened when Alaira moved, the half Elf's fast and rapid reactions caused the child to pause in mid step. Lyn's hand considered seeking out her dagger as the scene filled with tension. Instead it just tightly clutched at her tunic front while she stood in place. She was scared, new to such atmosphere while she watched the adults talk in less then comfortable voices. Most of it she understood far too well. A fact she wished was otherwise but now, nothing could change it. Her head jerked to Mei, seeing the woman who made sure she didn't wander off, and seemed to plead for help. However, no words came into the air, not from Lyn's mouth or mind. Just a pure, terrified expression filled her face. It was only softened by the woman's next small gesture. Meirin gave Lyn, who nodded her understanding, a reassuring smile before standing up to face the guards. Her face looked much more serious. She flourished with her weapon as she stood next to Darius. She looked at the guardsmen in the eyes before raising her weapon at them. "If any of you have ears and a least bit of wit, than you have heard about this weapon. The Monk's Spade. With it I will make your grave and fill with your corpse. Your lives aren't worth throwing away like this." This wasn't a threat or even a suggestion. As much as Meirin didn't want it to come to this, she was mentally and physically prepared to kill these men and put them into a shallow grave. Her eyes held a gaze as steely as the metal her Monk's Spade was made of. As she spoke to the guardsmen she gave Ssarak a somber mental message. _"I'm sorry Ssarak, but I don't think we can avoid this fight anymore."_ As Meirin moved into a fighting stance she also held another thought. _"And to that Psychomancer listening to this, you know who I am. You know what I'm capable of. And you know that your magic means nothing to me."_ Although her back was turned from the robed man Meirin knew where he was at, and it was as though she was glaring at him with her very mind.

Even with the pain Alaira was in, Ssarak could not help but to feel anger towards her. This entire situation was her doing, and now the unnecessary fight was unavoidable. Even so, Ssarak needed to keep a calm head, as rash action could only lead to more harm. It was almost assured that they were _going_ to fight, so now, he needed to focus on pushing the odds as far in their favor as possible. Currently, he, Meirin, and Darius formed a barrier between the guards and the cart, Lyn, and a crippled Alaira. Meirin had shifted to intimidation tactics, something with which Ssarak believed he could help. "Enough!" Ssarak shouted, stomping one foot onto the stone road and clutching his weapon tightly. He took on a much more aggressive stance, and as well, created a subtle illusion to make himself seem even more imposing than he already was. The robed man would have to be a fool to not recognize that he was harming Alaira, so there was no point in trying to keep it secret. He was trying to harm Alaira, and with the outrageous demands he had given, Ssarak suspected that it was wealth on his mind. "Get out of her mind! Her first attack was unprovoked, but you have pushed this too far. That attack was _your_ doing." Ssarak said, looking specifically at the psychomancer. "You are trying to force your men into a fight which will be their end, all for your own gain." Ssarak hoped that, if there was any pre-existing ill-will between any of the guards, he might be able to play off of it to shake their resolve, but just to be safe, he decided to drive in one more point. "I do not want to fight, but do not think for a second that I cannot. I have spent my life as a soldier. I have faced armies of men, Esyire, and demons alike. I was raised on the battlefield. Do not think for a second that a small group of under-equipped, malnourished guardsmen are beyond my capabilities. You have your toll, now let us pass, or make the last mistake of your lives." Ssarak growled, his outward anger masking his inward composure. As well, he started to put pressure on the psychomancer's wards in the hopes of distracting him from Alaira.

**Baulder** - *CQBEXPT, Rtron, Fallen* Baulder darted up from the bed into a sitting position from where he was just sleeping. He took a moment to make himself the blackness he had just escaped. The light was always welcome, lest the black swallow him whole. He scratched his arm extremely hard trying to relieve an itch that wasn’t there. His eyes rolled back into his head a little bit as his barely exposed claws almost drew blood from his arm. He closed his eyes and swayed back and forth for a moment. His eyes slowly opened and he exhaled slowly. He was alive, yesterday was up for debate for him however. He twisted his double jointed legs off the bed and flexed his “toes” on the floor. He leveraged himself off the bed not needing to apply much of his weight forward seeing as he legs were rather good at pulling weight at this angle. It took Baulder a moment a moment to realize he was not wearing pants, which he then promptly pulled on the pants that had carried him all the way to this place. He looked over to the window which was displaying a light akin to dusk. Baulder quickly punched the wall next to the window rather hard. As the pain shot up his arm he let out a primal grunt from his throat of pleasure. He was alive yet, perhaps. No no he thought to himself, he was definitely alive. Otherwise that wouldn’t have felt so good. He then felt his face around his jaw and felt that it was rough. Perhaps grooming was in order yes Baulder? Yes sir it was Baulder. He let out a slight chuckle as he extended the claws on his right hand and began removing excess hair from his face. Though he left some near the back of his jaw, mainly because he felt like it was a good decision. He then walked over to the basin that had yet to be removed from the stand next to his bed and put as much of his face in it as he could. He began letting the burning sensation build in his lungs while he deprived himself of air. The burning was nice addition to the pain in his hand. He took his face out of the water and wiped his face off on the shirt the old man had given and that he was wearing. Uicle slithered into the room, quite enjoying his new body. As long as he avoided open flames, a nice little tip Zaad gave him while they were walking, there was essentially nothing Aarem could do to him! It was almost like having Lyn around. Only without the annoying voices in his head. _You know,_ Uicle mused to anyone who might be listening, _I might just keep this body. It's nice and reconstructable, and really hard for Aarem to damage! In fact, the more I think about it, the more I actually like this idea._ _Just try it buddy and I'll be sure you take a trip with me to the Inferno. In cement shoes..._ _Tsk, Tsk Zaad. Don't you realize that even if we both go to the Inferno, it'd only make things more hellish for you? After all, Aarem would have so much more tools to torture my, your, body with. I'm used to it by now. You, however, would not like the added attention._ Zaad was quiet... for a moment. Then without warning or a hint, his face turned to eye the nearest flame then slammed his face into it willingly. It was painful as hell, the sand crystalized and hardened for the few seconds he had managed to gain control, taking the damage but enjoying the fact Uicle would've felt the unique...hurt. Namely of having his flesh burned until it meld, hardened then cooled rapidly when Uicle took control. _My pain isn't quite like humans...Uicle, something you've now learned._ At first Uicle gave a, mental of course, shout. Not of pain, but of surprise. When he finally regained control, he laughed. _Hahaha...Zaad, that was cute! I'll admit it was unique, and that I've never experienced anything like it. But I've been tortured by the God of Evil, my crystal faced friend. Pain and I know each other as intimately as lovers. Still, I hope you enjoyed that moment of freedom. It won't happen again._ He turned their face too the new student. "Why hello there. My name is Uicle. Care to explain who you are and what happened to you? It's not to often we get someone horribly injured at our gates, unannounced and unexpected." He smiled, crystal features cracking audibly as he did so. "Though I admit, it's happening more often." Baulder breathed in deeply with his eyes closed for a few moments. He did this as he cracked his neck side to side. But once he heard a deep voice say hello his eyes darted open. His pupils dialated fully and he let out a angered "Fuck!" as he swatted a lit candle that was at the end of the bed at the large black creature. Uicle raised an eyebrow, cracking crystal again, before giving the candle life and having it float back into place. "Thanks for the offer, but I haven't been interested in that for a few centuries now. Lets try again. Who are you? What happened?" His eyes rapidly went back to normal as he gave went from fear to a stone face in a mere moment. He ran his hands through his hair towards his back and began breathing normally again. "I'am Baulder. I've been coming here for awhile? Yes, I have been travelling here for sometime. A village north if I remember, I was told to come here by a psychomancer there. Something to do with demons if I recall. Well yes demons was what she said. Either way I'm here now and would like to be a part of this." Baulder said motioning around the room as if it meant something. Uicle returned the spirit in the candle to the Pit, before responding to Baulder. "Welcome Baulder, I'm assuming you want to learn how to control the demons of the Inferno. We're making progess, far more than I thought we would, but you still haven't explained what happened. Why were you in the medical ward? And why are you so far from your island?" _Khan, do we have to take him? He's all kinds of crazy. He makes Tyrael look sane._ _Uicle... I think you're exaggerating. Besides, sending him away will only encourage him to seek aid elsewhere and likely bound to Djarkel or Earnia's wars. The college is open to all as well as will offer santucary to all those who request it. Are you going to be the one to tell Ovak you chose to ignore his rules?_ Khan said, his tone calm and firm in reminding Uicle that Ovak was impossible to argue with. _I agrued with Aarem and won, didn't I? But fine. We'll add another level of crazy to the College. This can't go wrong at all!_ _It will be fine and if I remember right, you did attempt to argue with Ovak once. I don't think you won that so unless you have better tactics this time, I suggest just telling the other teachers and sticking a Golem on him. Namely a wind one. I'll also have Tyrael and Lucilia help. No more arguing._ Baulder paused for a moment. "I....I don't know, I'm here that's all I can......." He thought for another moment. It was like hitting a brick wall with his foot. There was nothing there and nothing to touch. There was nothing in any direction he reached through his head. Just the village was there everything else was blank. "I don't know si the truth.......just nothing. It dosen't matter though. Does it? I've come from quite far. I believe controlling the demons is what I've seeked. I assume I have not been led astray then yes?" Baulder kept reaching out in the blackness for nothing. He never really thought about it before. He didn't want to think about it. Uicle chose not to mention the memory lapse, though stored it away for something to mention to Satori, should he ever have the chance. "You've come to the right place. You're not astray. We'll make sure you don't end up losing control of your powers. And, you know, not get yourself horribly killed doing that. You still haven't answered my question. You were found bloody, ripped clothes, the works. What happened to you?" _I let him win that arguement. It is...unseemly to beat a man crippled in bed._ _I would find it hard to stomach as well. Then again, I wasn't the one that had Ovak smiling and standing toe to toe with me in the arguement...was I, Uicle?_ His tone seemed slightly playful at the memory and the fact Ovak was perfectly healthy at the time of the conversation. Uicle muttered, mentally, something in ancient Yarosmerian(his native language centuries ago). Undoubtedly it was unflattering to Khan, but the Esyire would never know that. _I swear, the bastard loves to argue and be contrary more than I do!_ _Ovak's good at that. Though he's also good with languages. Namely Ancient Yarsomerian, which I'll have to ask him what you just said means the next time I visit him._ He thought about the question for a second. He didn't think that he had actually gone to the inferno. No no it would be best if he just the beast what he usually told people. It was always easier that way. "As I've said I have been travelling for awhile. I think it was a year ago I left ,I walk too much sometimes. I'm told we do that sometimes, Revenites? I think that's what I'm called. I would really just like to get papers signed and get to the whole demon thing." Internally Baulder was becomming increasingly annoyed with this question. He couldn't answer the question and he hoped this creature would get that. He geniunley didn't know, not that he wanted to anyways. He wanted to be here now not anywhere else. There was nothing else for him even if there was he didn't want it. However outwardly he was keeping an intense neutral tone and body movement. _I never should have corrected his awful skills at it in the first place._ Uicle grumbled before continuing. _I think you can imagine what I just said Khan. You don't need a translator._ He sighed at Baulder's, what he percieved as, evasion of the question. He let it drop however, and shrugged his shoulders. "Very well, we'll 'get to the whole demon thing.'" A golem walked in at that point. One used to guide the students around, and as such was much smaller and less threatening looking. "Perfect timing!" Uicle said, having the golem stick it's hand out, palm up. Uicle held his staff directly above the opened hand. "If I suddenly disappear, do not panic. All will be explained soon after that." What happened next was a bit...complex. A medical attendant was walking by with a bowl of some sort of chemical, near a torch. He slipped on some of Uicle/ Zaad's sand, causing the bowl and liquid to go flying in the air. A gust of wind blew the torch flames into the liquid, and the liquid onto Uicle/Zaad. The chemical ignited, which put fire on Zaad/Uicle, which crystalized most of their body. It was...a unique agony. Uicle ignored it, however, diving into Zaad's memories. _Where is it, where is it..._ Baulder was immensley confused by what he had just seen. The black sand creature turned into a hard substance in a bright flash of light just by dropping it's staff. He watched as then the creature became pure solid while the golem grabbed the staff from the air. Baulder started laughing at the absolute madness and improbability of what just occured. He grabbed his stomach laughing so hard. Tears even began flowing from his eyes. Yes, today was off to a good start so far. Assuming that just happened anyways. Managing to choke out between the near cakcling of his laugh he said. "Well, I assume that was supposed to happen." Uicle didn't respond immediately, as Khan noticed almost immediately what he was doing. Without warning, Zaad was banished back to the Inferno. Uicle's staff, however, was dropped into the waiting golem's hand. He turned to face Baulder. "That was expected, yes, but not supposed to happen, no. _This_ was supposed to happen. But we'll get into this little detail later. By which I mean never. All you need to know is that I have _extremely_ bad luck. Now come on. We have to go get you signed up." He ignored Baulder's amusement, chalking it up to madness once more. _Why do we always attract the crazy ones..._ The large golem lead Baulder through the halls of the college towards what he could only assume was his office. He was fascinated with all that around him. Well what wasn't behind a closed door anyways. Though the college had some nice destrucable looking arches.....which Baulder made note of. Once they finally reached a door that the golem bothered to open and went to fetch the documents he would need to sign. It only took a moment however as he assumed this was not an unusual thing to happen. Once given the papers given the papers Baulder read the first word on every page and then signed it. It took him a moment however to decide how he would write his name. He knew people did whatever they felt like for signatures. Though that was true with most things, a thing he learned when he was at the village still. He acted rather annoyed through the whole ordeal of signing the papers. However once he got to the last paper his eye twitched slightly. He quickly handed the papers back to the golem wielding a staff. "Alright alright, when do I start? Yes that sounds right." Baulder said with a bit of aprehension and excitement, whilst itching a deep itch on his scalp. Uicle had bigger things on his mind then the madness of the College's newest student. Like the fact that Khan was doing everything in his power to hide Kudd's artifact from him. So rather than give a sarcastic comment in response to Bauldur's previous annoyance and obvious excitement, he moved to get the student out of his figurative hair as fast as possible. A gargoyle suddenly stood attention as Uicle looked at it. "Thank you for your co-operation in this matter.......s-...staff person?" Baulder said curiously. He then followed the creature through the once again great hallways. He continued to stare at things much longer than any sane person probably would. In particulaur a few people gave him weird looks as he stared at them while walking by. He just found everything so....interesting. Once they came up to the room the beast opened the door and pointed him towards his side of the room. He walked over to the bed and set down his burlap sack and then slid it under the bed. He then layed down on the bed on top of the sheets and looked at the ceiling for a moment. He then got back up and asked the gaurgoyle to take him to the "Ty-real" guy. He had a feeling he was going to have an aweful time here. This made Baulder laugh.

### Caravan Escort The guards were scared. They had a duty to uphold, but this was just crazy even for them. "Fuck this shit!" The guard who had nearly been killed by Alaira screamed out and ran for it. Another one jumped into the river and showed his swimming ability by disappearing before the first one even got more than fifty feet. The other guards didn't seem to budge, while the captain just looked even angrier, if such a thing was possible. He stepped forward and held his sword "I will not stand for this injustice! I will not allow you or your companions to leave here alive. Pray to your gods, villain, you'll be meeting them soon!" The robed man merely chuckled at Ssarak and his attempt to break his wards. While the Psychomancer did have to put up a defense against Ssarak's attacks, he also knew that Alaira was likely the biggest threat to his guardsmen, but in this state she'd also be a liability to the group. He knew that, and it was likely that Ssarak knew this as well. The robed man held his staff defensively as he prepared himself for battle. "I have no idea what you mean, good sir... I'm no Psychomancer. I am a Demonomancer!" And with that the battle was on. Somehow, the guardsmen who were previously nervous looked much more furious. The pale one screeched out as his mouth revealed rows of jagged teeth. He and the other guard attacked Meirin and Darius, the ghoul lunging low towards Meirin's legs while the guardsman hurled a dagger at Darius's gut to get him to try to dodge or block the blow. The guard captain moved in on Ssarak with a burst of speed, his shield up to defend himself but also lunged with his blade aiming towards Ssarak's hand to cut his fingers off. The robed man made a quick florish, and suddenly flanking Meirin and Darius were two [demons](http://i.imgur.com/18H9qKQ.jpg). However they were not real, but illusions. They roared to make themselves known and would menace the two while somehow always dodging their attacks. They'd occasionally make an attack, but it would be telegraphed enough that the two could dodge them, but they'd also have to do that while fighting against the guardsmen, who where very much _not_ illusions. Lyn and Alaira would also be "attacked" by separate demons, though their purpose was mostly to keep them from interfering by snapping at them. Like the ones fighting Meirin and Darius, they would effortlessly dodge any attempt to harm the, but be unable to do not damage to Alaira or Lyn due to merely being illusions. The caravan master tried to escape with the wagon, but he too was menaced by a demon and held hostage. Only Ssarak saw no demons thanks to his wards, but he also wouldn't know that the robed man was creating illusions on everyone else since the robed man purposely chose not to have him affected by the spell. ### Tyrael Marchrosias Tyrael looked at Cynn thoroughly before opening the door out of the mess hall. He only knew her due to her long stint in the infirmary and thought that Sam was doing an study on her corpse. Turned out she wasn't dead, which was a shame since he could use more flesh for his crafts. Seeing that she was alive however he figured that he might as well get some good use out of her, recovering or not. It's not like the mission he had in mind for them was dangerous. Well, too dangerous anyways. **"If you think you are capable of helping, than come. If you are not, than stay."** Tyrael said simply as he opened the door and began to head out. **"If you believe you are ready, come to my office. If you can find others, have them join you there. I will explain what you will be doing once we have a sufficiently large enough group."**

### Korgal and Khan Korgal studied the man-beast that stood in front of him, tall with wings and the appearance of the dragons that the young orc had only heard about in stories, upon this thought flickering through the orcs mind his eyes lit up and he stood to his full height and offered his hand so the man-beast could shake it *”This is what humans do right?”* He thought, perhaps he was wrong so he went for the universal symbol of hello and hugged him perhaps a bit too hard forgetting the fact that he was an orc, when the young orc released the man-beast, he spoke his voice firm “I am Korgal Vorinclex of Tribe Frostfall, i have come to join here and learn about my-” The orc stood there and pondered for a bit looking for the right word, and it came to him only seconds later. “Abilities…” When the conversation between Khan and Uicle ended, the Eysire felt a weight released off his heart. In more ways than one, he realised he was slightly relieved, a bit, when he and Uicle parted ways. Strictly the reason being that he no longer had to deal with the odd man digging for more details then the Headmaster could managed to keep hidden. In the back of his mind he was certain the teacher’s desire to further uncover his experience with Kudd wouldn’t stop there. Khan sighed when he realized, slightly miffed at his situation, that his budding headache was just beginning. His muzzle let out a heavy, suppressed sigh when he thought about it. In the background, he let his cane’s familiar taps follow in rhythm with his limp and each time, it had ease more weight off his stiff leg during his way to the empty office. Over time, the pain in it seemed to have dulled ever so bit. After rounding a second corner and keeping a brisk pace, his mind had started to wonder to what motives the Orc had to come to the College. He doubted it was to become a student truthfully. Mainly because he knew the Orc race held the smallest blood percent, unlike his own whom almost every single member could be a mage, among the many races of Tiien. This individual would’ve been a rare happening in any of the diverse tribes. Khan inwardly finched when his thoughts crossed over the little facts about his race. The fleeting moment had scrapped on to the subject of his brother Riddic, more accurately the fact his twin’s magic faded thanks to a disease, and immediately regretted it. Even if Riddice couldn’t be helped in the end, his mind thought ill of his carelessness then. Ignoring the painful memories, Khan’s odd colored eyes looked up to see he had arrived far sooner than he had expected. Now, instead of empty hallways and idling student, the office door stood before him. His shoulders slacked in admitting that he couldn’t keep the new arrival waiting for much longer. That in mind, he pushed the door open. He found the Orc sitting on the chair provided. The sounds of him entering caused the younger orc’s eyes to raise and seem to brighten on sight. Slowly the ‘would-be-student’ stood upright and began to cut the distance between them, his hand held out in greeting. Before Khan could reach for it, the Orc’s massive arms opened wide. Unable to discourage or escape, he felt his body suddenly wrapped in the Orc’s strong arms. He felt fear when the constriction begin, his body softly crackled at the pressure applied. Khan’s cane dropped from his grasp while his wings felt the squeeze pushing his thin bones harder against his back. Jawline tightened and air forced from his lungs, the headmaster could only let out a soft, “Oomph..” during the introduction. It was clear the Orc had been somewhat excited due to the strength within his unusual greeting. When Khan felt himself released, his legs wobbled and off balance without his cane, his lungs filled with new air again. His original fear was replaced by surprise and confusion when the Orc gave him enough personal space to speak. It wasn’t hard to note the hesitation while the newcomer sought for the appropriate word, seeming to have the same education as a few of the other students, before he came up with the correct phrase that Khan agreed on, the Eysire nodding. He, in the small corner of his head, now believed Uicle had gotten the easier ordeal perhaps. Straining downward to return his cane to his hand, Khan found his voice finally. Ignoring the nagging familiarity at the Orc’s name he turned back to address Korgal in his calmest and steadiest tone. “Welcome to Twilight College. I’m currently the Headmaster, Khan Jervarath. There are at least six main blood schools, each with two classes, and making a total of twelve bloods which each have their own unique qualities that we teach here. However there is a class called ancients which include weaving, chantment, and runes. Before we begin, however, I must ask one important question: Do you have an idea of what your abilities are? Can you manipulate an element, like fire or another like it, or maybe brought an object to life? It would help greatly in determining who shall be your teacher at least before we register you.” Khan figured he might as well try to ease Lucilia’s burden a bit and discover the Orc’s mageblood. At least if he had one. Even he had to admit it was rather difficult to believe an Orc had mage blood due to the rarity, thinking maybe the younger creature might’ve been mistaken in his own mind. A trick played by others of his own kin or worse, yet he didn’t say it outloud out of respect. Korgal let Khan go the man-beast was frail but something about him seemed to exude danger that this man-beast wasn’t as frail as he seemed that he could very easily kill Korgal with a wave of his hand. As he explained the six different kinds of blood and the classes Korgal briefly looked confused, as Khan asked about his abilities Korgal explained. “I can freeze things.” He said but he continued to explain. “When angered it’s more noticeable I think i could show you.” He focused hard on making something happen something big like he’s done before but instead he managed to only cover the palm of his hand in a small coat of frost, looking frowning at his hand Korgal spoke. “Generally it isn’t like that, but i guess it proves my point.” Korgal said grabbing a small satchel and throwing it over his shoulder. “Indeed, you’re a cyromancer.” Khan said gently as he watched the orc’s palm ice over. He had had his doubts but not they were gone, forgotten and pushed aside when the orc proved his story true. From Krogal’s frown it seemed the orc had been expecting more only to be disappointed to see much less, his disappointment casted away when he snatched up his meager belongings and tossed it over his shoulder. Khan stood there watching him for a moment then turned on his heel, his cane came out to maintain his balance, and open the door leading the new student out. He knew where he had to head. His cracking pace echoed through the hallway as he lead the orc to Lucilia’s office, his pace steady until he stopped short. His hand came and ratted on the wooden door that separated the hallway and her work space, politely standing outside until he was bid in. He secretly hoping Lucilia hadn’t been entertaining Uicle before his drop by or else this encounter would get rather unpleasant rather quickly. Gingerly he began to enter then peered around, nervously, and finally walked fully inside with the student in toll.

Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- As Ssarak feared, the situation did deteriorate quickly. Fortunately, their intimidation did at least bear some fruit, as two of the guards fled before the fighting could begin. This left their numbers evenly matched, but a fight was now certain. As Ssarak already had his weapon drawn he was ready to react immediately, even if he would rather not fight at all. The robed man tried to claim that he was actually a demonomancer, but there was no way he could convince Ssarak of that. He had felt the pressure against his ward, not to mention how he was influencing Alaira. It was the same kind of misdirection Ssarak might attempt himself, even if it was less subtle and, to Ssarak, less convincing. _"Do not believe him; he is a psychomancer."_ Ssarak warned telepathically to the others just as the guard captain began to rush him. However, he did not know about the illusory demons, so if any of his allies did not trust his word completely, he would not know to convince them that they were not real. Still, given how he was harming Alaira, Ssarak knew that it would be best to attempt to deal with him sooner rather than later. The guard captain's swift charge gave Ssarak little opportunity to deliver a blow himself, as his maul required more time to deliver a full swing than a sword. Despite his rage, the captain at least seemed to be fighting intelligently by closing the gap and preventing Ssarak from using the advantage of reach. Even so, Ssarak was undeterred, as fighting in extreme close quarters was not something he was unfamiliar with. The head of his maul required force to move around its greater mass, but the haft of the weapon could be manipulated fairly quickly, especially while pivoting about its point of balance in the head. Holding his weapon horizontally in front of him, Ssarak quickly moved it down once he saw that the captain was thrusting towards his hand, then snapped it up to clash against the blade with the haft of his weapon, which absorbed the majority of the force from the attack. With his gauntlets protecting his hands, Ssarak was comfortable moving into a counter. Continuing the motion of his initial block, he pushed the haft of the weapon up and to the right, with the head remaining relatively stationary. This pushed the captain's sword out of the way for a moment, giving Ssarak a chance to retaliate. Using the momentum he already had, Ssarak turned his upper body and charged forward, leading with his left shoulder. This meant that most of his body was at an angle to the captain, so his attacks were more likely to deflect off of his armor, rather than imparting the force head-on. He hoped to use his superior strength and sheer body mass to knock the captain over, and give him the advantage.