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Helena sat and half listened to the conversations that were going on around her. She knew some names and she at least recognized every face in there. She'd seen them all often enough to know if they were student or staff or teacher. But that was about it for the most part. She was fairly certain that the ones at the table with her were named Baulder, and...well maybe she didn't know enough names. That would have to be fixed. They were talking about one not the missions that had been posted. She was fairly sure at least. She'd only half heard half of what they were saying. It was rude to listen to others conversation after all.

But she kinda needed to butt into their conversation regardless. Well, she could not, but she wanted the honey pot that was over by them and not within her reach. She cleared throat, looking to them as she pushed up her glasses on her nose. “Excuse me,” she said, waving her fingers at them and trying to at least sound pleasant even if she was sure she looked like death. “Would one of you be so kind as to hand me the honey pot, please?”
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E'nasha couldn't help but smile as she heard Baulder say that he'd be going to Yarosmere with her, though she wasn't sure what he meant by her being an 'arbitration' to his decision. "You don't have to go to Yarosmere just because I am, but it'd be great if you did! Maybe, when we're done with the mission or if there's a lull, I could show you my village. Well, assuming we'd be anywhere near it at all." A large group of students walked in shortly after she spoke, and she felt a shiver run though her. Pulling her hands into the sleeves of her coat for a second, she sighed. "I suppose the cold can feel good in small doses, but it hinders you so much... at least you don't need to wear some bulky coat to protect yourself from heat."

She stopped grumbling after a moment, and realized that if she didn't finish her food soon the cold would get to it too. She quickly ate the last few bites on her plate, mentally cursing the cold for causing yet another annoyance to her today. "The food in Yarosmere is pretty good, I guess. It's not too different on a basic level from what we have here at the college, though the spices used in dishes and how the food is cooked can be very different. One of my favorite things is a type of lightly-spiced flat bread that you can put pretty much whatever you want onto, and you roll it up to eat." She wasn't sure what to do or say next, but then someone sitting not too far away at their table asked if she or Baulder could pass the honey over. She reached over to grab the pot, but her grasp fell short, her arm was just a few inches too far away to reach it.

Slightly embarrassed, she brought her arm back to her side and gently nudged Baulder with her elbow. "Could you pass the honey pot over to her please Baulder? I can't reach it." She turned to face the other woman and smiled lightly at her. "Are you feeling alright? You look like you may have caught a cold... Oh, sorry, I'm E'nasha, by the way."
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Baulder continued shoveling food into his mouth with his hands and was finding he was running out. He would need to go back for more soon. "Yarosmere sounds like a "desert" from what.... I 'ave seen..read. I don't know what that really means. But you speak as if it's hot..... I wish to try this "desert". I'm not j-just....going for you or anything. I-i hear there is a lot of sand there." Baulder looked up at E'nasha for a second not halting his never ending consumption of meat. He saw her shiver and pull herself into her coat but Baulder didn't really feel any difference. "I rather like this being bundled up yes? I like this coat, from some traders that came in last week... yes they seemed tasty."

"Hmmmmmm..... just bread? Surely there is meat right? Of course, but does the bread go well with certain types of meat or do you just always eat it. Yes yes you will have to show me all of the food we find. New foods we can remember, give to the underhaven cooks, we needed a new venison recipe if I remember." Baulder shoveled the last of his meat into his mouth and quickly shredded it with his canine teeth. He ended up using his tongue to break up the meat just so he could swallow faster. Still chewing on his meat and his mouth being full he was unable to laugh at E'nasha's attempt to grab a honey bowl too far away from her. But he quickly realized she wasn't trying to get it for herself. It amused him though that other people had shorter arms than him, come to think of it, he was quite a bit taller than her wasn't he? He hadn't really thought about it that much since they spent so much time sitting down when they were together. Maybe that was why they did then?

When E'nasha asked him to get it however he quickly glanced at his tray then back to her. He held up one finger in front of him as he got up from his chair. As he got up his head felt light for a moment while he brought John into existence on Tienn. Without even looking at what was now nearly a mirror John reached over the table and passed the honey to the newcomer. "Bauuuulder ssssends his thank...... get more foooood wasssssssssss where..... he wents to, he tell." John then sat down at the table for a moment before Baulder came back over with another large mound of food on his tray. He began to sit down right on top of John as the demon then disintegrated into quickly dissolving ash and took his place again.

"He says he doesn't like the trivial things, we know he doesn't mind them." Baulder said before he began shoveling down more food once again. It then clicked for Baulder that he should atleast acknowledge the new person. So he managed to get a smile with his food still full of what he now guessed was chicken. He quickly turned back to his heap of food and began putting a dent in it.
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Annabeth arrived to the mess hall. It was lively, and she noticed that one of her co-workers from Underhaven was also here. Since today was the day people were going out for missions, it made sense that any vampires who would be going should have a quick access to their food too. It was kind of strange how... Normal it was for Annabeth to just accept the fact that she works with people who drink mortal blood. She even worked along man eaters and cannibals. But for Annabeth, that was just business as usual. Either she had nerves of steel, or was secretly rather twisted...

But the grumbling in her tummy made Annabeth focus on feeding herself. She walked over to the kitchens to get her food: corned beef on wheat bread, two whole-fried pickles, and some blue cheese. She had a simple mug of water to drink, cool as the weather outside. Once she was on her mission, Annabeth wouldn't have such good food for some time. It may be nothing but hardtack, jerky, and dried fruits for days on end. "Heh. The college spoils me." Annabeth said quietly as she took a bite of her fried pickle.

Now there was still the matter of seating. There were plenty of seats and tables available, but Annabeth wanted to sit with someone she recognized. That's when she noticed two familiar faces: Baulder and Helena. It seemed odd that these two people would be with each other, considering Baulder's.... Reputation and the fact that Helena was new. There was also another dark skinned girl sitting with them who seemed to be friends with Baulder. Annabeth never met her before, but now was a better time then ever. So Annabeth went over to their table, placing her food down but not sitting just yet. After all, she should ask first. "Good morning. May I take a seat here?"
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Helena laughed softly at her question. She must really look something awful is a stranger was willing to say something about it. She should have probably brushed her hair and changed her clothes before she'd left her room. She reached I'll and started to untangle her braid and work it into something a bit more reasonable looking. Something a little less like she'd collapsed in a heap on her bed and then rolled out the door a few hours later. “I'm fine, just a little hung over. Overdid it a little last night.”

She offered her hand out to her when she introduced herself. “Helena,” she said with the slightest emphasis on the end. She was momentarily distracted by Baulder standing, showing off his power without even thinking about it and heading off. “It's nice to meet you E’nasha,” she murmured, blinking and looked back to her again to offer her a tired looking smile. “I promise I don't normally look like this.”

Movement that wasn't the tall man caught her attention as well and she glanced up to see Annabeth. “Oh hey, Annabeth,” she said, gesturing to the empty seat. “Join us. We're just getting to know one another.”
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Leith woke up to the sound of the door closing. It was one of the few times that he had actually gotten a good night's sleep in a while. He wanted to stay under the covers, but today was the day the missions started, and he needed to get ready. He went through his daily routine of getting dressed and caring for his mint plant, which had grown very nicely in the two years he had cared for it. Before he left the room he grabbed a mint leaf and popped it into his mouth. When he was out of his room, Leith started heading towards Althalus' and Mar's den.

After he had helped Mar figure out walking, he had been checking up on her often. One reason was to help with the finer points of walking and the other was to try and keep her spirits up from the depression that had plagued her when she first got her legs. Soon enough, Leith found himself at the door to the den. With a smile, Leith knocked on the door to the den.

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Meirin nodded and followed Ssarak out of her room. She did have some ideas for how to dress Ssarak, though admittedly dressing up a dragon man wasn't an easy task. Meirin's own fashion knowledge was... Novice at best, and nothing she's heard or ready took Eysires into account. Though the idea of an Eysire being dressed in something aside from furs or armor would be good enough. It's like a dancing bear: It doesn't matter if the bear dances well, just that it dances. Meirin didn't have anything here, but hopefully she'd find something for Ssarak soon.

Closing the door behind her Meirin kissed Ssarak on the cheek once more. "If you come with me, then nothing will go wrong. But before you get yourself wrapped up in more work, why don't we get some breakfast? I'm sure Professor Lucilia will have plenty of time for us once you're properly fed." Although they'll be spending a lot of time together if they're on the same mission, Meirin knew that once they're on the job they might not get a chance to be so close to one another. They might end up separated to handle their own duties, or forced to be apart due to extenuating circumstances. Point was, Meirin wanted to spend a bit more time with Ssarak.

"Besides, even I haven't signed up yet. I only know about the mission. Perhaps we could try to find other like-minded students to come with us, to save Lucilia time of explaining the mission."
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"Yeah, it's a desert, lots of sand and lots of sun. It's nice, I like it a lot more than this constant cold we have now. It's not that the cold is any worse for you than heat, I guess, but I'm better at dealing with hot air than cold." She sighed slightly before continuing to answer. "Just griping about the cold doesn't make it go away however, so... "

E'nasha laughed slightly as Helena answered her question and introduced herself. "Oh, sorry. I don't really drink so I don't know what you must be going through right now. It's still nice to meet you though!" She returned the handshake, and then nearly jumped out of her chair as Baulder stood up and summoned a demon that looked almost exactly like him before walking away. As the demon handed the honey pot to Helena, E'nasha supposed that this must be John. She must've heard Baulder mention him a hundred times before, but this was the first time that she'd actually met the demon. She tried to say something nice to him as he sat where Baulder had been just moments before, but her mind went blank and she settled for just smiling at the demon until Baulder got back.

Mentally, she was kicking herself for freezing up like that. Yes, she'd had bad experiences with demons before, but everything she'd learned about them since coming to the college pointed to them being mostly harmless when under the control of their Demonmancer. John had no reason to hurt her, or even dislike her at this point, so why was she scared of him? She sighed in half-relief and half-anger at herself when Baulder got back to the table, another heaping plate of food with him. She briefly wondered where all the food he eats goes, as he seemed relatively skinny for how big he was. She turned her attention back to her surroundings however as another stranger walked up and asked if she could sit with them.

Helena was quick to greet the newcomer, calling her Annabeth. E'nasha smiled and did the same. "The more the merrier! I'm E'nasha, and it's nice to meet you Annabeth." Now that she actually looked at Annabeth however, she couldn't help the small sense of recognition she felt. "Actually, have we met before? Your name and face seem familiar somehow. Maybe we have a class together?"
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Colette smiled as she finally got her girlfriend to wake up and out of bed. She waited patiently by the door that lead to the stairs to get out of the their tower dorm. She heard her ask if she was ready and nodded. [color=lavender]"Yes I am. Are you going to eat something or are you going to skip another meal"She asked as she opened the door and began the descent down the stone stairwell, her heels clicking with each step she took.
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Keri opened her mouth to deny Colette's comment before shaking her head. She never spoke a single word about skipping meals but then again the woman was much younger compared to most of the vampires here. The young woman standing in front of her had 231 years as an advantage dispute the 16 to 18 year old look. If one would have added Lucilia into the mix then they both would have lost in an instant, not like she would actually tell you her real age. The younger vampire's head turn toward the window just in time to see another flake stick for a few seconds before melting away into the air leaking a small water mark where it had once been. The room wasn't completely fill yet it wasn't completely empty as she stared out into toward the college grounds. If one was beside her they would see that something wasn't quite right, as if something was bothering the girl or she was looking at a memory playing inside the room, but then again they would had to been rather closed.

She saw Lyn playing in the crimson snow which laid underneath her feet, with a mischievous grin upon her face, along with half dead eyes looking directly at someone. Mar was at a distance slowly crawling and pleading for something to stop. To leave her child alone. Inside Keri's mind her eyes flickered toward a figure dressed inside Althalus’ armor with a weapon held high, only to fall as smoothing slashed through his armor. Slowly the students were placed in specific areas where they were killed. Some of the teachers were wounded and beaten causing rumbles of cheering and chanting on one side of the area. In the other a familiar chuckled fluttered through the air as if it was just a normal everyday thing. The vampire could feel herself moving forward inside her dream like state as a crimson hand slowly fluttered in her line of sight. Her claws bared the sign of use and the scent of freshly spilled blood filtered through the winter air. The young woman could feel as her throat began to dry as she stalked toward the two last victims. Khan seemed to be keeping Colette behind him as she screamed a name out, as if to snap them out of the trance, only to be overpowered by a familiar laugher. One word passed the person's lips. A single word that ended both of their lives.

A loud clicking sound caused the young woman nearly jump out of her skin. She looked around in search of any evidence of what occurred was real just to be proven wrong. A another nightmare which haunted the vampire's morning. She noted that this one was more vivid than the ones in the past was. For some reason after Uicle had caught her the nightmares seemed to had begun hunting her in the day as her sleeplessness nights had ceased. Keri sighed as she allowed herself to focused on clearing her head, which for some reason caused her to think of the promises that were made, and how the owners didn't even have a clue of what was happening. ” In order to protect everyone from the result of my dream I must not tell. This is the best way to protect everyone. If I'm unable to keep the distance that is needed from these people than I shall bear these nightmares on my own. Only then will I be able to keep the students and teacher away from the same monster that I had met so long.” the young woman repeated this inside her head before turning around to follow Colette. The older vampire seemed to have stopped to allow the young one to catch up which made the younger vampire a tiny bit better. ” So, where are we going first? To the missions board are or for something to eat?” the young woman asked as if she kept up the whole time.
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Ssarak hummed at Meirin. ”Well, I really do not wish to risk Lucilia filling the mission before we have a chance to speak to her, but…” He began, giving a quick glance around them. There was no one around to pay attention to them, so he gave her another, brief kiss. “I have such a difficult time saying no to you. We can get some breakfast, see if we can find anyone we can trust to join us. There are some of our friends who I believe would be well-suited to diplomacy. Others…would be objectively terrible. Hopefully this time, Lucilia actually has the presence of mind to consider the personalities of the students she allows on the mission, especially considering how delicate it could be.”

Once the pair made their way to the dining hall, Ssarak looked around for anyone they knew. There were indeed a few friends around, though Ssarak elected to at least get his breakfast first. As usual, his meal reflected his meat-heavy diet. He had a sizable cut of pork, with a side of mutton and an egg from an animal he had never actually heard of before, and a cup of herbal tea, since he was in the mood for something more interesting than water. He took his seat beside Meirin, though he refrained from any physical shows of affection that were too obvious, regardless of how tempting it might have been. He knew Mei was uncomfortable with public displays of affection, and he could understand her reasoning. It was only exceptional moments in which he would consider anything more than a quick hug, or a wing around her shoulder.

”So, who do believe may be a good fit for this mission?” Ssarak questioned.
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Smiling at Ssarak's quick kiss, the two went to the dinning hall. Meirin's meal were, as usual, fairly plain. Fried eggs and oat meal, with a cup of water. It was an unconscious choice on her part: she was just used to simple meals and doesn't go out of her way to look for anything more extravagant. She was still getting used to all the luxuries the college provided. Eating her meal quietly she sat a bit away from Ssarak, not out of any sort of discomfort, but she liked to keep her space. While she loved the eysire, she still had some conflicting feelings about their relationship. It just seemed so... Odd to her. Not just the fact he was an eysire, but romance in general. She felt very affectionate for him, but this wasn't something she wanted others to know. She couldn't put her finger on why, but in a way she wanted to keep Ssarak to herself. Meirin worried that if she was too open with it, it might attract the attention of others who would want to take Ssarak away from her. It was ridiculous, but that was just how Meirin felt. Even if no one has ever shown signs of being attracted to Ssarak like that, Meirin couldn't help but feel preemptively jealous.

Finishing her meal quickly Meirin looked to Ssarak when he asked who they should look for to participate in the mission. "Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. I mean... Djarkel is my home, or at least where my home is, so I want to make sure it's safe. With your magic and personality, you seem like the right fit for a mission like this. But as for others I don't know. Obviously we need people who can keep a level head, but we should bring people with... Hmm... Colorful personalities." Meirin said as she finished off her water. As much as she doesn't want hot-headed people coming along, since this was a diplomatic mission it was important that they leave an impression. Simply staying out of trouble would not endear them to the important people in Djarkel. Peasants stay out of trouble, diplomats make memories. Hopefully good ones.

"People who can be passionate without being furious, who can use their emotions instead of letting their emotions use them. You know, interesting and exotic people like you. Students local to Djarkel would help too. It's unfortunate, but racism is common in Djarkel. If we come with students native to Djarkel it might make the more xenophobic members more willing to talk to us, or at least to them. And lastly, since we are representing the college, we should have someone who's magic talents differ from our own. I'm sure at some point people would want to see us show the fruits of our labor. While I may not be a performer, I'm confident in my abilities."
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Annabeth smiled and sat down near Helena. "Thanks, I was afraid I was going to have to eat breakfast alone." She looked to the others, mostly the girl who called herself E'nasha. It seemed familiar to her, but Annabeth couldn't quite place it. "I'm pleased to meet you too E'nasha! Hmm... No, I don't think we have classes together, and yet... Oh! I think I remember now. I met you during the roc hunt!"[/color] They didn't really get a chance to properly introduce one another, but Annabeth now remember seeing the girl after Aramir and Auriel managed to bring back Rorik's wagon. Somehow E'nasha was also there. "You know that reminds me, I never did figure out how and why you were in that Roc's nest. I mean, it could have been helpful, you know? Being inside the best were Rorik's wagon was. It could have certainly made it easier getting to the nest." Annabeth took a bite of her pickle as she waited to hear E'nasha's story.
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Ssarak rested his elbows on the table in front of him, and leaned forward with his hands clasped together. Meirin brought up points he had not previously considered, and he could not think of a way in which he disagreed with her. "Good points, on all accounts. I understand you want to do everything you can for your homeland. Even in exile, I would do the same for my people. I cannot say I have been on a diplomatic mission before, but your reasoning is sound. We cannot present ourselves in a manner that suggests we are servants of the barons. The College is among the most powerful organizations in Tien, and we will need to uphold that image. To that end, we may want to avoid making it seem as if we are putting on a show. We still may need to demonstrate our abilities, but we may need to determine a way to present them that seems more...respectable, I suppose? A competition, perhaps?"

Ssarak thought for a moment on how viable any sort of competition would be if they were pressed to demonstrate their abilities. It would make them seem less like court jesters, but by the nature of it being a competition, there was also the chance that they could lose. Of course, the College was the preeminent center of magical learning in Tien. They had some of the best teachers across every time of blood, and for him at least, he had been training diligently. It might have been arrogant for him to admit, but he doubted there were many psychomancers with the same number of years of experience who could best his abilities, particularly without the same caliber of instruction. "Regardless, you are right that a varied group would probably be best-suited for the task. Different bloods, different backgrounds. Not to mention, we will still need to be concerned about more mundane dangers. Our task may not be specifically hazardous, but traveling the roads over such a long distance is never completely safe. I wish everyone could fly like us; it would make traveling much simpler."
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Baulder was so focused on eating his food full force that he did not see or here Annabeth arrive. When he started to choke again however (because he forgot to breath in between bites) he stopped long enough to look up and see Annabeth sitting at the table. Coughing and choking while holding his throat Baulder yelled "Ann-cough-be" Baulder was then cut off again and made a series of hacking noises attempting to finish saying Annabeth's name. Finally, Baulder managed to clear his throat and say "Annabeth!" Baulder said with open arms as he was excited to see her. He almost conjured up John to give her a bear hug but she sat down before he could do it. Afterall he didn't want to destroy someone elese's food, no that was a sin, punishable even to himself.

"Annabeth works down in the Underhaven, can't believe you've never run into her E'nasha! All the times you've seen me down there..... ooooh nice person. Helped me not bleed to death my first week, good chap...er....las? One of the guards said something like that, seems it'ssssssssss endearing yes? Something like that. Baulder then turned back on his food and gripping it firmly in his claws and continuing to shovel it in his mouth.
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“You can always sit with me, Annabeth,” Helena said with a small nod of her head that she instantly regretted. Oh how her head hurt. And nodding was not at all helping with the pounding that was going on in it just now. Though food was helping some and she murmured a thanks for the honey that she started to pour over the remains of her breakfast.

She glanced up as the others spoke and Baulder struggled with eating by not chewing well. “Chew,” she cautioned him, chuckling at his struggle some once it was clear he'd be fine. “No one is going to take it from you, you can take your time.” Why was it men always felt they needed to eat as quickly as possible lest someone come and take their unfinished portion from them.
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These past months, Tyrael has been different. One may dare even say he's been better. It's been the longest record where he hasn't man-handled or threaten someone with a weapon. And it wasn't just because he's been constantly watched by Khan's demons and the staff either. No, the reason was simple: He was seeing Mar and Lyn more often. Between his chats with Colette, he had decided to see his family more often. Often it would be early in the morning before their class had begun, and generally before the family were have been awake. Though sometimes Lyn or even Mar would have been up for whatever reason, and Tyrael greeted them warmly. Sometimes he even greeted Athalus without a hint of hostility, though they were still not on speaking terms. Tyrael often spends these mornings simply being with them, making them food or bringing them presents. Too often does he spoil Lyn with gifts, more toys, weapons, and even some magic trinkets. He even made some armor for her toy teddy bear. At first it was just a joke, until he heard about it's magic enchantments. Tyrael was a bit jealous that Uicle had managed to beat him to creating a guardian for Lyn. Still, he couldn't fault the toy itself; it did it's job. So Tyrael made it a small suit of armor, making the bear look like a knight, complete with wooden sword and shield. However while the sword and shield were just toys, the armor was very much real: it should do a good job protecting the bear from harm should he don it into battle.

Of course, presents weren't the only thing Tyrael gave Lyn. He also told her many tales about his adventures in the past, most of them embellished, but they were true. Or at least they happened. His involvement in some may have been exaggerated, but most were true. He simply skipped over more... Unpleasant parts of his past. But aside from stories, as Lyn continued to grow into a fully human adult, Tyrael made his decision. He knew that despite his power and his wishes, he couldn't always be there to protect Lyn from demons. The fact that she was physically fully grown adult reminded him that one day she would leave the nest and explore the world on her own. He had always thought that she would be like her mother and just stay near family, however... Lyn was different. She was not forged from the rigid environment Mar was raised in. Lyn has been exposed to emotions and passions, of love and sorrow, of fear and fury. These things were part of her, but not the emotional stoicism that her mother still practices. So while Lyn and Mar share many similarities, ultimately Lyn was her own character. She would do things her way, and Tyrael would at least ensure she does what she wants to do well.

So he wanted Lyn to learn how to fight demons, and the best way to do that was to let her fight demons. Specifically, Tyrael. It was only a week after Tyrael started to visit Mar and her family did he propose the training. There was some hesitance of course, what with Tyrael being who he was. But he did remind them that he also taught demonomancy, and it wasn't just because he was a master. He was a proficient teacher, even if his methods aren't agreeable to some. Her preferred a practical, hand's on approach to thing, and because he wanted to give Lyn the best training, she would face her best opponent. So once she was approved, Tyrael began to teach her how to fight demons.

Today was simply another lesson. He had taught her how to fight many variants, from imps to oozes, giants to abominations. Frankly, it would take Lyn years to learn how to fight against all variants, as there are many demons in the Inferno and she could face any of them. But he made sure to at least give her a basic idea of what to work with. For starters, equipment. Lyn was trained in daggers thanks to her father, but such short blades wouldn't be effective against larger demons. Even with enchantments they would have thick armor skin that would simply block the short blade. And while she would need to be fast and sharp to find their weak spots, some spots were simply too tough for even a demon-hunting dagger to pierce. But Lyn lacked the raw strength to simply put more force into a stab; she was lithe and agile, but strength was not her forte. Speed was, so Tyrael taught her now to apply that speed in a different way than simply a flurry to blows: momentum.

Thus one of the weapons he gave to Lyn to learn was a handaxe. While far smaller than the battleaxes or greataxes that Tyrael would use, even a small handaxe, with the right amount of speed and precision, could split armor. With an axe Lyn would have a better chance against not just tough demons, but armored humans as well, and even against unarmored ones an axe would still chop them in twain. But whether or not Lyn chose to use it was ultimately up to her: he taught her all she needed to know to use it effectively. Now it was up to her to make use of her knowledge.

Today's fight took place in the courtyard. Normally Tyrael would set up an environment where a demon might attack Lyn, such as a forest or cave. This way she could learn to use the environment against Tyrael. And while the courtyard had some things around which Lyn could take advantage of, it was far more open than most places, giving her little to work with aside from her skills. Tyrael approached her in his humanoid form, wielding a large club in his right hand. It explained it to Lyn that most demons would use their natural weapons such as talons, teeth, or horns, but others with more strength and skill may use weapons, often large ones like his club or great swords. And thanks to their strength, they could handle those weapons far greater than most mortals could. A weapon that a strong human would need two-hands to use may be handled like a simple stick in the hands of a brute demon. Trying to compete with a demon's strength was a fool's errand; instead, Tyrael wanted Lyn to use her speed instead. A demon, no matter how strong or tough, still has a weakness. If they're humanoid, it's even easier. Aiming for the joints like the knees or armpit is often a good slot. Blinding them with something thrown at their faces, or breaking their fingers. For those who flaunt it, Tyrael even told Lyn to aim for the groins. He didn't explain what a groin was aside as "The area between your legs". He was going to teach her now to fight demons, not about her body.

This wouldn't be the first time the two sparred and hopefully it will not be the last. Tyrael often let's Lyn win these bouts as he generally fights like a brute instead of a warrior, however this time was going to be different. After their first battle, he wasn't going to fight Lyn as a barbarian, but as a true demon. But first, they'd have to fight. Slamming his club into the ground Tyrael got into his fighting stance. He bent his knees, his legs shoulder-width apart. His left leg was forward towards Lyn while his right was braced, ready to either charge or hold his ground. Tyrael held his club with both hands, the massive weapon raised above his head, ready to bring it down with lightning speed. It left his body exposed, but this stance would allow Tyrael to strike quickly or block, if needed. The grey demonic orc looked at Lyn. "Are you ready?"

“I think?” Lyn replied.

Now twenty-one years old in appearance, the hybrid stared at her god-uncle with uncertainty in her expression. Her lower lip bitten in a nervous and childish gesture but her eyes never left the fallen demonomancer. At any moment the lesson would begin, either allowing her to defend against him or be tossed to the ground to recover then lose a chance to make Tyrael proud. Her outfit for the training lesson was pretty simple since she was going on a mission afterward. She wore a thigh long tunic with a thick leather belt about her waist, tight breeches shaped about her legs and boots covered her usually bare feet. Her two main weapons were her throwing daggers about her thigh and ax blade given by Tyrael. She also had a small practice pouch of seeds, which included devil’s snare to wheat, just for extra options in the fight.

Due to her association with the caravan incident, she had requested to be part of the Djarkel mission. She partly hoped to meet the vampire she once met as a child and shown how much she had grown since the last time they met. In the meanwhile, Lyn had extended her knowledge through various training from multiple sources, including her god-uncle. With Alaira’s sword lessons, Tyrael’s ax training, Meirin’s hand to hand instruction over the basics and Lucilia’s coaching in creating plant weaponry, she was feeling more like a weapons master than a child anymore. Though she appreciated it and understood that with her recent events in her life made everyone on edge, she was starting to miss being just a normal girl. Most of the lessons were difficult as she sought to please them all and absorb what they had to teach her, but not a single one seemed focused on her developing her own style of fighting. Now wasn’t the time to let it bother her, though.

She tilted her right foot forward, just a little ahead of her other creating the side of a v. She bent her knees slightly as she held her ax out in front of her and at the ready with one hand. It raised a bit above chest level and behind her, ready to come down across her body in a power strike. Her hands were covered by finger-less gloves to improve her grip while she stood there waiting to be attacked. Despite her god-uncle’s training, Lyn had never been able to bring herself to go on the offense in the beginning of each spare. It was unnatural and made her feel more like the aggressor than the defender.

"Good."

Tyrael charged forward. He moved fast, covering ground quickly. One thing Lyn needed to learn that just because the demon was bigger than her, that didn't mean it was slow and sluggish. Quite the contrary: they could explode with sudden energy and quickly overwhelm her if she didn't stay sharp. Fortunately for her, Tyrael's attack was simple: Once he was within range, he simply slammed his club down at Lyn. He stomped his right foot forward to brace himself as he swung his club down, his right hand above his left in his grip. Tyrael aimed just a bit past where Lyn was instead of trying to nail her directly with the tip of the club. This way if she took a step back, she would run right into the top of his club. If she was too slow, she'd find the massive wooden bludgeon just inches from her face. He was holding back just barely, to ensure that Lyn wasn't seriously hurt. Though in doing so, Tyrael made a slight opening due to pausing, which Lyn might be cunning enough to capitalize on.

Lyn frowned, her eyes watching and counting seconds in Tyrael’s movements. 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato… She wasn’t expecting her attacker to stay at that speed during combat but his timing gave her an estimate preparation time for a few tricks up her sleeves whenever she created distance between them. A moment he reached within her range, she jerked back. At the same time, she brought her ax down across her body causing it to nick into the club just under the ax’s blade. It wasn’t much but the force enabled her to redirect the force to her side. It would take a bit of time for him to redirect the weapon, speed or not, especially when he was using both hands.

Tyrael's club slammed into the ground hard, burying itself a few inches into the stone. He figured he'd follow through with his strike once Lyn was able to avoid it, wouldn't want her to think he was going easy on her. Lyn would have the perfect opening to get a stab at Tyrael, but only if she went on the offensive. So if she didn't capitalize on it now, then she'd regret it as Tyrael dragged his club from the ground, swinging it wide in her direction. If she was watching, she'd see his attack when he shifted his left foot towards her, switching his stance to face her. This way his left foot was forward, right foot bracing back, and using his whole body to swing lift his club from the ground and towards Lyn's left side, but this time going low towards her legs.

The moment her uncle's club hit the ground, she reached down for her knives near her thigh. She ripped it free then immediately stepped backwards before she leaned forward and let it loose. The blade flew straight but didn't seem to reach its mark before the vines on her dagger extended and became a snare. The thin vine quickly wrapped tightly about Tyrael's arm then about his body, trying to entangle his attacking arm to hinder his ability to use his arm. She followed up with an attempt to slice his tricep with her ax blade while he was busy with his struggling. However, her attack fell short as she paused in hesitation and shock at what she was about to do.

Now that wasn't a trick Tyrael taught Lyn.

A single dagger going into his side might've hurt, especially if it was one of his enchanted ones, but nothing that he couldn't shrug off. But instead of getting stabbed, her dagger exploded into a vine of plants and entangled Tyrael. Insticitvely his arm shot out to knock the dagger away but it was too late; the vines wrapped around his hands and quickly reached his body. They were going to go to his other arm and bind them as well, removing his ability to fight back effectively. It was a smart move, and Lyn even went to capitalize on his immobilization. For now Tyrael tried to focus on dealing with the vines, using what little maneuverability he had to reach for the dagger. He guessed that Lyn was using her magic to cause a seed or something within the dagger to grow rapidly, so if he could reach the root of it and destroy it that should hopefully stop the vines. But considering that he wasn't an herbamancer, Tyrael had no idea that Lyn could simply channel her magic through the rest of the vines and keep Tyrael entangled, forcing him to use brute strength or even his magic to escape.

He did eventually feel a sting against his finger, which meant he found the blade. Ignoring the burning sensation he reached for the dagger, but something else was amiss. He didn't feel the sting of another blade yet. He tried to turn his head towards Lyn and saw her standing there. Did she miss? Did she even attack? Tyrael didn't have eyes on the back of his head so he didn't know, but the fact she wasn't capitalizing on his current immobilization would be her downfall. While he couldn't move his arms very well, he could still move his feet just fine. So Tyrael lunged at Lyn to tackle her while he continued to get a hold on the dagger. He was at it's hilt now, just a few more inches and he could crush the grip and hopefully the root of these plants.

Lyn just stood there for what seemed like several agonizing moments. The time ticked by while her body was frozen by her doubt and deep down she knew it was costing her precious seconds. Logically she knew she had to attack, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. This was her uncle her heart argued. Not some raging, heartless thing as her mind fought to get her to move. It wasn’t working. She gritted her teeth when Tyrael rushed forward causing her to dart to the side, her shoulder hitting the ground and her feet moving from the ground while she rolled. Dirt clung to her new outfit as she scrambled back to her feet, ungracefully, then again rushed forward to attack Tyrael’s exposed back.

Tyrael now had the dagger in his grip, and freeing his other hand by dropping his club he started to tear the vines off his body. They put up a good fight at first but now that he was giving it his all, Tyrael was able to tear the vines from his arms easily. But one thing worried him more than the vines. Lyn had many, many opportunities to attack him while he was dealing with the vines. If she did strike him when he was still trapped, he wouldn’t have escaped the vines without having to put some effort into stopping her. She was hesitating, and Tyrael knew it wasn’t because she was scared. Lyn has proven to be brave on many occasions, and despite his monstrous looks Lyn wasn’t afraid of Tyrael. No, it was the opposite; she loved him too much. She doesn’t want to hurt her uncle, despite the fact that Lyn would need a lot more than just magic daggers to kill him. But she was still young, and the point of this training was to get her accustomed to fighting demons. Because not all demons looked like monsters. The cruel ones, the ones she should really worry about, will look like her friends and family.

By the time Lyn would get close enough to strike Tyrael ripped the vines off his body and tossed it in her direction. Whether or not she dodges or gets hit, when she looks at Tyrael again he had changed. He was smiling; Tyrael almost never smiles. His face simply didn’t have the… Parts for it. But not only was he smile, it was far too wide, with irregular lips and flat, squarish teeth. HIs body had shifted from the grey chitin to something more metallic. He looked… Artificial. Like one of Uicle’s golems, but twisted into something vaguely humanoid but far from human. And one of the most notable things was his face; no eyes, no nose, or ears, nothing. Just a smooth, blank grey vistage.

Lyn wasn’t quite prepared for the vines coming her way. They immediately snagged and entangled her torso causing her to tumble and trip, crashing into the ground hard. She let out a hiss of pain as she felt a slight wetness down her leg. Her eyes turned to it for a moment, missing Tyrael’s change, and noted she had minor scrape across her right leg. It wouldn’t hurt her movement but it hurt if she focused on it.

”Nice try.” Even Tyrael’s voice had changed into something more high-pitch and less gutral. He was trying his best to not be the same Tyrael that Lyn knows and loves. ”But not good enough.” Even without a weapon Tyrael was still dangerous, so he charged at Lyn and reached out to grab her by the vines that binds her. He couldn’t go easy on her, but also didn’t want to hurt her, so Tyrael intended to pick up Lyn and toss her into a pile of snow near by.

The voice caused the hairs on her neck to tremble and quiver. Her eyes turned to spot a creature so different from her Uncle that was impossible to realize he had originally been there before. The ax was slowly cutting the vines away when Tyrael gripped the vines then jerked. The material quickly snapped at the absolute last second, much to her relief, as she struggled to regain her balance. She quickly fell to the ball of her feet with wobbly legs then resume the fight. Her ax cut in quickly before her opponent could realize she was no longer tied by the vine and aimed at his upper left thigh, the outside exposed during his attempt to toss her.

A handful of vines hit the snow pile, but had a conspicuous lack of Lyn in it. Tyrael knew that she had somehow managed to escape, but before he could turn back to resume his attack he felt a blade cut into his left thigh. The pain made his smile grow wider and caused him to buckle a little, but not enough to get him on his knee. He turned his body sharply towards Lyn, not caring if the blade of her axe was buried in his thigh or not, and swung his left fist towards Lyn. She needed to move in and out of his range, knowing that just one of these blows would be enough to knock her off her feet and onto the ground, where he could overwhelm her quickly.

Lyn didn’t have enough time to dislodge the ax. Her hands let go and sidestepped to her right, letting Tyrael’s fist slam into the snow covered ground. Or at least, she suspected it would. While the towering behemoth of a creature turned sharply, her right hand went for her own thigh and jerked up two daggers. One held another vined handle which meant she could easily tangle him up and give him issues. Despite how often this trick was done, it still resulted in the same issues as she had tested upon her father with great pride over finding a non harmful way to trap her targets and keep her allies safe. However, she knew it still needed improvements since her uncle and likely any demon the same strength could break free eventually.

She tossed her vine covered dagger behind her during her move to create distance between herself and Tyrael. It naturally exploded into a snare again and wrapped about anything within its path. This was immediately followed by her other one, the dagger having more aim to nail her target’s tricep and hinder his mobility in using his own weapon.

The first thing Tyrael did was take the axe out from his leg and tossed it far away. Lyn still needed to learn how to strike fast with her axe, getting the blade stuck in her enemies was something Tyrael was trying to teach her out of. But for now, her axemanship would have to be put on hold. She needed to figure out how to stop him first, and then improve her methods later. He took a few steps towards her, but noticed that his left leg had a little limp. He looked down and saw that Lyn had actually managed to cut deep into Tyrael’s leg. His smile only grew as he continued towards Lyn.

She took out two daggers. Tyrael figured these daggers also contained seeds with vines to ensnare him, so he wasn’t going to fall for it a second time. He reached down to grab some snow just as Lyn used a dagger to block his path, and when a second one was thrown directly at him, Tyrael intercepted her dagger by tossing up two large handfuls of snow, causing the dagger to get knocked aside. The vines in front of him were a bit of a problem, but that just meant he needed to go around them. Or over them. Getting low to the ground Tyrael jumped high into the air, over the vines that Lyn had made. However his show of athleticism was a double-edge blade; while it allowed him to avoid the vines that would have ensnared him, lacking any means of aerial mobility Tyrael would not be able to dodge anything for the few seconds he was in the air. If Lyn was fast and her aim was true, she could nail him with another dagger in mid-jump.

Lyn hadn’t stopped moving. When her uncle went high, she sought the nearest snowbank and darted behind it before he could see her. The snow made a perfect cover for her movements while she gripped another two daggers, about three still left, and monitored her mage blood levels. She had about enough she guessed for about two more of her daggers and about a few of her seeds. Anymore then she’s going to be in serious trouble. Her heart pounded and jumped in her chest as she jerked from her hiding place then snapped her arm forward, this time not activating her vines. The blade aimed for Tyrael’s face in a hope to clip him unexpectedly. It was a basic instinctive reaction and before she could stop it, her fingers had let go of the tip.

The knife did hit Tyrael’s face, technically. He caught the blade with his mouth and started eating it. An intimidation tactic mostly, despite how painful it was for him to do this. From where the knife came, he knew Lyn was trying to hide, so Tyrael let out a chuckle as cold as the snow around him and charged. Where others might have to move around or over the snow, Tyrael simply used brute force to plow through the snow bank. Sure, this did irritate the wound on his leg, but it was just a single cut. Nothing that would cripple him… For now. ”You can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape me!” Tyrael let out an evil bellow. He needed to make sure Lyn knew that just because he was a demon, that not all demons were like him. They would not show mercy, they would not be honest. They were monsters, and she needed to treat them like monsters. Fear them like monsters. And kill them for the monsters they were.

As Tyrael charged through the snow, he activated Lyn’s traps. Seeds hidden underneath the snow rapidly grow into long needles right underneath his feet. The first few were crushed before they could do much, but before Tyrael could move out a few more seeds grew and impaled his feet. ”Gah!” Tyrael jumped to the side before he ran into more of the spikes. His feet had a few of the thin needles stabbing through. If he weren’t a demon, this would have been crippling to others. He broke the needles and forced them out of his feet, but now he was having a bit of a hard time standing. Each step put pressure on his wounds and caused the black ichor to soak the snow. ”Tch… I was too careless. Of course she would lay traps for me.” Tyrael too needed to reevaluate his strategy, just a little. Roaring and chasing Lyn may be appropriate for a demon, but he needed to be like a hunter now. So the first thing he needed was to get his club back.

Lyn winched when she watched the dart being chomped. She had moved from her position, scattering a few seeds in her wake, as she moved for the next snow mound. When he snapped the wheat ‘spikes’ she felt immediately bad for hurting her uncle and fought the instinct to pull out and apologize. It wouldn’t be much of training if she acted like a child after all, her throat swallowing the lump that collected there then moved. He was heading for his club by the way his steps sounded, the heavy weight applied made a crunch sound with each movements causing her to edge out from her hiding spot.

She was at his side, her head quickly ducked back into the cover just when he came into sight. Her eyes widened in shock at close she came to being discovered then slide to the snow mound’s other side. Lyn was careful to make his own pace by walking when he did to match each sound. She had grabbed another dagger, putting two back in her hand, and jerked out to aim one right at Tyrael’s exposed back.

Reaching his club Tyrael leaned down to pick it up. When he got back up, he felt a knife hit his back. He turned towards the direction Lyn had come from… And then moved away from her position. Lyn was hiding, so Tyrael needed to hide as well. But he knew he couldn’t go far, not with blood seeping out from his feet. So he needed Lyn to come to him. Covering his tracks the best he could, Tyrael kept moving, slowly, and trying to keep his senses out for Lyn. But without a proper range weapon he knew that Lyn could keep her distance, and if she was smart she would just keep laying traps and try to outlast him. It was a smart idea, but with only one drawback: All Tyrael needs to do is catch her once. If she can’t stop him, then she couldn’t outlast him.

Grabbing a handful of snow, Tyrael packed it tightly until it was firm enough to survive being thrown.

Lyn had managed to move over by where Tyrael had fallen into her trap. Her hands checking her remaining practice reserves and noted she was good on seeds, but running dangerously low on tricks. She looked to the right and spotted her ax several meters away and no way realistically she was able to cover that distance without being seen. There was one shot she still had as she darted from her hiding spot then tossed another dagger at Tyrael’s lower leg. She had another in her hand ready to fire off, her mage blood pouring into the vines upon her handle.

Tyrael spotted Lyn making a run for her axe. There was a bit of distance between them, but so was there distance between Lyn and her axe. Chuckling darkly, Tyrael moved his club to intercept the dagger. The blade bounced against the harden wooden exterior of his club, and with careful aim, Tyrael chucked his snowball right at Lyn. He led his shot as if Lyn was a small deer, aiming for the center of her body.

Lyn cursed under her breath when Tyrael blocked the attack, her eyes widened in surprise when he chunked a snowball at her. Usually they were soft and powder, but this one had been tightly packed enough it was like rock. She tried to lower her body to avoid and reached for her seeds. She wasn’t quick enough as she felt the snowball smack into her shoulder. It crumbled but it still hurt, her feet stumbled and her body was sent sideways into the snow. She landed face down into the snow with a small yelp of pain, then silence.

Her figure didn’t move. It still, either possibly from being knocked out on impact or from having the breath knocked out of her. Her seed bag was empty and discard, the little dots lost in the white snow after the projectile smacked her. Her dagger was still in her hand through it appeared her grip had loosen. She didn’t move and when Tyrael came close, he would notice there was a still off coloring in the snow. Reddish in hue…

Tyrael gave himself a silent congratulation at knocking Lyn down with his snowball. He went over to Lyn to “finish” her off, though that mostly just meant saying that he had defeated her. But as he got closer, he noticed something off. He saw… Blood? ”What? No, no no no! It was just a snowball!” Tyrael dropped his club and dashed over to Lyn, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg. He slid onto his knees and checked Lyn for injuries. She was bleeding, but he didn’t know how. It wasn’t as if he put any rocks or ice into that snowball, and it was made from fresh snow as well. He hoped that he didn’t overestimate his strength, but… He started to worry. This was exactly what he feared. The moment he let’s loose just a little, thinking that he was holding back or that he could show off a little, and people get hurt.

”Lyn, please, wake up…” Slowly, Tyrael turned Lyn over to check for her injuries.

Lyn found it hard to remain still the whole time. She heard him blaming himself and immediately drop the club, his hands feeling around for broken bones. Her fingers tightened subtly over her handle of her dagger. Her breathing remained steady despite her heart being weighed down by guilt and shame, her eyes still closed shut. When Tyrael finally turned her about to inspect the self-inflicted slice on her arm, namely the lower, her body immediately twisted quickly and planted the dagger into his thigh. There were slight tears in her eyes when she jerked her hand backwards as she cradled her hurting shoulder, the tendons still sore from the impact but felt uninjured otherwise.

On contact, the vines rupted into the wound made from the ax then spread under the skin.

Shock. Anger. Fear. And a bit a pride. These were the things going through Tyrael’s mind when he felt Lyn’s dagger sink into his leg. In his surprise he could only watch as Lyn’s dagger bursted into vines, which snaked into the wound on his leg. It was actually rather painful. He immediately reached down to tear the dagger out but he was too late; the vines were already snaking through his leg and tearing apart his flesh from the inside out. Where did Lyn learn something like this? Did Lucilia sneak some lessons with her? The pain in Tyrael’s legs was far worse than when Lyn cut him with her axe or impaled his legs.

”Gah! Mercy, mercy!”

Tyrael could have easily just forced the vines out of his body, either pulling them out or using his magic to purge his body of the vines. But he decided that Lyn was did well. This entire time he worried that Lyn’s feelings about himself would make her hold back, but he failed to consider how his feelings for Lyn would affect him. Plus, this was really painful and Lyn was actually hurt. They both could use some healing.

The woman was sitting across from Tyrael, her arms propping herself upright and her legs crossed over each other. She was shaking slightly. Not because of her mage blood, through she had used quite a bit, being so low but due to the guilt she felt over the deception. However it was the only way she knew to draw him in close and she didn’t want to let her uncle down, her unwounded arm reached up to wipe away the tears rivering down her cheeks. Her emotions were still trying to mature and given the fact her mother’s were extreme, it was little surprise she had inherited them too. “I’m sorry… it was the only way I could get you to come in close. I couldn’t attack, it was hard.”

Tyrael hugged Lyn gently, careful not to hurt her any further but wanting to give her a warm hug. ”You did excellent Lyn. I… Demons use emotions against you. They would deceive you, makes fighting them harder. But you could trick them too. Even demons have loved ones.” Tyrael wiped away more of Lyn’s tears, turning back to his regular form while pulling the vines out of his legs. His left leg was now very sore, so the both of them should go see Sam for a check up. ”Demons do not fight fairly, so you should not either. They can be very cunning, but they are not immune to their own tricks. Learn how they fight, and you can use their own attacks against them. But that is enough training for today. Let us go heal, and I will treat you to something delicious.”

She nodded then placed her arm around her uncle’s neck, allowing him to help her upright onto her feet. It was fortunate she hadn’t hurt that as well when she went down hard. Together they made their way to the medical area where Sam sighed then started to patch the pair up, both being scolded for their recklessness then sent off on their way.
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Deep within the Den, two large lumps were slumbering within the dim light. There was a sharp knock at the door which vibrated throughout the room and a soft protesting groan was heard as one of the lumps moved. It shifted and rumbled, a feminine hand snaked its way from underneath then flipped the top quilt off of her. It made a quiet thump and fell to the ground, her figure raised upright to gingerly sit upon the edge with feet dangling over. Mar was exhausted through her figure held a pleasant glow about it. It was enough to resent whoever was knocking at the door and forcing her out of bed.

A loud snort was heard beside her. It was loud enough to draw Mar’s attention causing her to frown then reach her arm over, and thwack his covered lump hard with her hand. He snorted again increasing her irritation at his pretending. Narrowing her eyes, Mar huffed a little then completely gave up. They both knew he was faking merely to keep from raising from the warmth of the bed. Knowing someone had to answer the door or the knocker would persist in their need to get one of them, she collected her energy to push off the edge and onto her feet. At first Mar was wobbly. Her arm jerked back and gripped the bedpost, stopping her mid fall back into the bed. Adjusting her balance, Mar then padded slowly toward the Den’s entrance.

Naturally the notion of clothing was still strange and never crossed her mind when she reached for the door. Her hand turned it and cracked it open enough to peer her head out, her shoulders and front leaning against the frame for support. While she had gotten better, she was still struggling with balance and coordination during a fight. It didn’t mean she wasn’t able to fight, it merely meant she wasn’t going to be at her best. This would put her at high risk should the mission she had signed up for but Mar didn’t care. She needed answers and it would be within Yarsomere she would find them.

Inhaling, she then spoke to Leith. “Why am I not surprised? You realize you have bad timing and currently Althalus is still sleeping. I think he’s told you everything he knows about the strange mages we encountered a few months.”

Her expression wasn’t pleased through her tone didn’t indicate outright anger. Instead it was more annoyance than any serious stress or fury, showing her lessons in taming her emotions becoming gradually better. She then moved back to allow the pale man into her room and casually walked back to the bed. She paused long enough to bend down and pick up one of Athalus’ boots, then tossed it right at his head’s direction.
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"I'm not sleeping. I'm pretending I don't have anything stupid to do. Like going to a cursed town for Gods know what reason." Althalus groaned from the bed. He rolled out, grabbing his pants as he did so. "Mar, dear, we've been over this. People may be fine with you going topless but you're going to make them uncomfortable being completely naked with everything showing." He called, getting mostly dressed as he walked over, a slight grin at the sight. He stood next to Mar, giving her rear a light pinch before speaking. "Morning Leith! What brings you to our humble abode? Surely you don't want to help Mar walk anymore, she's becoming quite good at that, and I believe that I've told you everything I know about the 'Wild' Mages." He stretched his neck from side to side. "Now, if I remember correctly, today is the day where we decide what mission we're going on. Well, you two do. I have to go to the Nox filled town of death and doom."

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The small Snow Elf was idly wandering the halls of the College, figuring out which of the missions available she should go on. They were all terrible for her expertise. Yarosmere was hot, she hated the heat, and she was terrible at diplomacy. Djarkel was a mission that was purely diplomacy, and the other mission involved things she'd rather not get involved in. Aramir sighed, idly rubbing the back of her head. No matter where she went, it looked like she was going to be in for a bad time.

She glanced up at the sound of something behind her, face breaking into a tentative smile at the sight of Myrn. Things had been gradually less awkward between them in the time after their...escapade at the fair. Her smile fell away at the look on Myrn's face. "Myrn, no not again ple-" Her protests were muffled as the taller elf pounced on her, gathering her up in a hug. "What is your obsessions with hugging me!" Aramir complained, pushing against the unnecessary, as she deemed it, furs in an attempt to free herself.

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Annabeth Gulch


"Thank you. It's nice to see you too Baulder." Annabeth gave the strange man an awkward smile. Baulder has been... Certainly a character recently. At first she simply thought of him as a very strange man who stumbled into Underhaven and had the misfortune of being in a weaken state while a vampire wanted to feed. But as he stayed around the college, he started to show off his more... Ravenous tendencies? Just about all the meat he ate was raw and that he hunted it himself. Both those things weren't too unusual in the college, at least to Annabeth's knowledge, but the way and how often he ate them made Annabeth feel somewhat uncomfortable. More so since he always tries to get some of Underhaven's special drinks (I.e. the ones with blood meant for vampires) despite the fact he wasn't a vampire. Maybe it wasn't fair for her to be so afraid of him being a cannibal considering she works somewhere where most of the patrons are man-eaters. Annabeth was just more put off at how… Unrefined he was.

Turning her attention away from Baulder for a moment Annabeth looked to Helena. While some Psychomancy students vowed to never abuse their magics, Annabeth wasn't one of them. Sure she doesn't prank others or go out of her way to discover their deepest, darkest secrets and use ti against them, but she doesn't mind to read one's mind when she can, especially if they're unprotected. So Annabeth looked into Helena's thoughts, trying to figure out if there was something wrong with her. While before Annabeth's telepathy could only allow her to look at the surface of people's thoughts, now she was able to prod into their memories a bit more. Granted, she wasn't as good as Ssarak who could see out long lost memories, but for Annabeth she could at least figure out what Helena remembers from last night. And when Annabeth saw it she just smirked. "A bit dizzy? I know just the trick."

While taking classes Annabeth has mostly be working on her illusions, trying to perfect the manipulation of not just the basic sense, but all combinations of them. She just the usual five, touch, sight, smell, taste, and hearing, were all that was needed to trick. But each one had a different way of doing their thing, and each one could combine with others to create a new sense that Annabeth never truly considered. And it was by using illusions to affect these senses that Annabeth learned a trick that helped her with Underhaven. Pointing a finger at Helena to help focus onto her, Annabeth helped ease Helena's hangover. She couldn't cure her of the pain like a vitamancer could, but she could... Numb it. Make it so Helena didn't feel it. So long as Helena was around Annabeth the pain wouldn't bother her and eventually it'd be flush out of her system. It was easy enough for Annabeth to do this that it didn't take much of her mage blood, since it's so minor. Though it would start to be more taxing if Helena went too far, so once she was out of range the pain might come back.

"That should help you with the pain. Just stay near me and wait it out. I'm sure it'd be gone in about an hour or so."

Lucilia Riovas


There was just no time for Lucilia anymore. More and more work was piling up that she was starting to have to delegate some of the more tedious tasks onto others. She stopped trying to get Khan to take his medicine or even delivering to Ovak, not because she didn't care anymore, but because there was so much happening now. She had her vampires go, or one of the students if she finds them. Lucilia still trained Keri, but now only whenever Keri came to Lucilia, and only when it was actually time for her training. If Keri didn't want to come, then Lucilia couldn't wait for her. Djarkel Barons were always a problem, but now Lucilia has Eania on her case as well. The mage attack from before was still fresh in the minds of their lords and they want answers. Answers that now Lucilia needs to figure out. She had the report from Grey, and she uses it to the best of her ability, but she couldn't deny that there were still too many missing pieces to put her mind at ease. Yarosmere was also starting to become a growing concern with it's sudden and new leadership, and the lack of all contact to those within. Well, not all the contacts. But what she has heard hasn't been very good. The few agents and allies she has in Yarosmere has been unable to move around as much, stating that it wasn't safe for them to be doing what they usually did before. Security has become tighter, and a few have already been compromised.

And there was still the matter of the college's own business. She has already sent contractors down into the catacombs to repair the damaged wall and reinforce it against invaders from the Ravine. The Mercenaries have so far been quiet, and Lucilia has controlled their restlessness with good pay and regular work. Aerta still needed to be cleared from it's current hostile inhabitants, and there has been more reports of demonic corruption from the south. She has good men fighting for the Twilight College, but she didn't have the full picture. She wasn't in control of this situation. And that pissed Lucilia off.

As she walked through the halls Lucilia stopped and looked up. And lo and behold, it was Keri and Collete. "Good morning you two. Are you getting breakfast or trying to get an early start on those missions?"

Tyrael Marchosias


After getting patched up by Sam, Tyrael took Lyn out to the Dinning Hall. While they had a light breakfast before sparring, now it was time they treat themselves to a proper meal, instead of just some bread and sliced meats. And one thing that Tyrael does when he walks with his little Lyn is sing. Perhaps not well, and his songs were simple, but he thinks Lyn enjoys them. Or at least she doesn't have the heart to tell Tyrael how horrible his singing is. Tyrael has tried to learn a new instrument, the lute, and played a simple tune for a simple song he made up.

"I got all the time, to walk in the snow. I got all the time, to keep warm from the cold. What should I do, with all this time, when all the time I want to be with you?"

Tyrael looked at Lyn while they walked through the courtyard, pass where they were just training. Already some others were around to clean it up and also practicing, Cyromancers using their magic to move the snow out of the way and make snowmen. They used sticks and stones to give them faces and arms. Some made statues detailing various people in the college, others just made little mounds with little heads. A few weren't even really training and were just throwing snow at each other for fun.

"With all this time, we could play outside. With all this time, we could stay inside. I have all of the time, in the world, so what do you think I should do?"

Eventually they did reach the Dinning Hall. It was bustling as usual, and quite a few heads turned when Tyrael and Lyn entered. More so because Tyrael was still singing. But he didn’t care, he just looked ahead at the lunch line and decided that he’ll whip up something good, which he incorporated into his next line.

”Perhaps I could make you a meal. It would have pork, chicken or veal. And I’ll get you a drink. I know a lemonade that’s pink. I know you don’t like eating your greens, I won’t make you eat them, that mean! And with all this time in the world I’ll get you whatever you wish, because for my little Lyn, all I want to do is this.”

Playing a lute solo Tyrael walked towards the kitchen, his presence announced in song, to get started on Lyn’s breakfast. Everyone gave him a wide berth and went back to work, even as curious as they were to his strange new mood. Eventually the music did stop since he needed both hands to make food.
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