[center][b][i][color=a187be]Annabeth Gulch[/color][/i][/b][/center]

Annabeth got herself patched up by the healer on duty, fixing the worse of her wounds. Annabeth was still bloodied and sore but that wasn't anything unusual. She and Meirin had been going at it for a few days and it's probably good for them, though they really need to focus on their swordsmanship. Too often it just ends up in a fist fight, which while fun, isn't what they're suppose to be learning. Once she packed up all her gear Annabeth turned over to Keri with a smile. [color=a187be]"Hello Ker-bear. What are you doing out here? Or did you want to train?"[/color]

The girl had noticed Keri carrying around that wicked shield. Annabeth couldn't say she liked it; it was looted from that vampire hunter knight, and Annabeth like the idea of using the equipment from scum like him. Annabeth already suggested that Keri just get it melted down and reforged into something else, but Keri wants to hold onto it. Since then Annabeth hasn't really said anything about it, but she still thinks Keri should replace or get rid of it. [color=a187be]"I'd love to show you a thing or two, but I'm still a bit sore from sparring Meirin. Wanna go for a walk, or maybe get something to eat?"[/color]

[center][b][i]Tyrael Marcrosias[/i][/b][/center]

It's been two weeks since Tyrael was barred from class. All things considered, his punishment was merciful. Despite threatening, and nearly succeeding, in killing the students in the Catacombs, his only punishment was that he was barred from teaching class until he was deemed fit to resume his job. Well, perhaps not his only punishment. While Khan and the teachers have only prevented him from teaching, most of the punishment came from Tyrael himself. At first he simply holed himself up in the forge, trying to resume orders he had from clients looking for his weapons. But a few days later he started to have a breakdown (Possibly due to smoke inhalation) and had to leave. Then he tried to spend time hunting in the Ravine, but instead of being the silent stalker, he simply vented his rage against the environment and any creature unfortunate enough to not run away from him. He would have tried to see Mar and Lyn to sooth his anger, however...

When Tyrael had heard of what happened at Lyn's Hunt, that truly broke the demon. Lyn's hunt was suppose to be an important and wonderful time for her. While he understood that the sweet and innocent girl may be adverse to killing even an animal, he trusted Mar and even Athalus to teach her how to handle the act of hunting. But to hear that they were attacked by powerful mages, and to see what they did to Mar... Rage was not what Tyrael felt. It was despair. Because despite all his power, all his strength, everything he has worked so hard to obtain, he failed to do the one thing he really wanted: To protect his family.

Nowadays Tyrael isn't even seen roaming the college. He's been drowning his sorrows in Underhaven, drinking watered down Mosswine in a futile attempt to waste away. Normally he never drank so heavily, and his demonic resistance ensured that it took a large surplus of the poison to even get him buzzed. Even now after draining three barrels of the stuff, he was only slightly dizzy. But this was all he felt he could do now. Aside from students occasionally finding him to ask him to forge something, he hasn't really done anything productive with his time. Mostly he's been loathing in self-pity. At least his demons have been leaving him alone. Granted, demons being quiet were normally cause for alarm for Tyrael, but now he just didn't care. He wasn't even certain he would be capable of doing anything about it if they were up to something, considering his past track record.

[b]"Barkeep! Another!"[/b]