@Corvidae No problem! You could actually stumble upon Altim and the freakin' royal family, if you wanted. Extra laughs.

I'm totally looking forward the meeting of the witch and the calamity :3 I'm imagining the situatio nwhere they get once glance at each other, give a node, do a handshake and go on their merry way as equal to have all the fun they can and blow all the stuff they can xD

@Corvidae ahmmm thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat shouldn't be too much of a problem actually. lol Ki'ira is very... broadminded about things mhm :3

Clarent was powerful.
He sat in the center of the orphanage’s main hall, bathed in the light of his newly awakened magic. Around him orbited several dozen books. He had one of them open and was reading all about bladecasting when they came to collect him.
Two guards, lightly armored and bearing a red poppy crest, strode into the room. Between them was a tight faced man with a weathered face, garbed in fine clothes. Clarent had never seen an noble before. He recognized the symbol well, however. “You’re King Solom,” he said.
Solom regarded him for only a moment, his face expressionless. “Kneel,” he said at last.
Clarent considered his words. “Why should I?” he said. “If you’re here to execute me, I die if I kneel and I die if I don’t. If you’ve decided to conscript me, then will my bad manners really change your mind?”
Again, the king’s face did not betray his thoughts. “Leave us,” he said.
Nobody spoke. The matron as well as Solom’s guards both left immediately. The King continued to regard Clarent with his cold stare, and Clarent began to feel like a child for the first time in years. Suddenly, sitting in the center of the room seemed silly.

I just wanted to let ya'll know, that after coming back after a hiatus and looking around the Guild to see what's been going down, this RP is like the coolest thing since sliced bread. If you ever find yourselves needing another person, totally hit me up; I'd hero the shit out of shit.