Angeliaforos

The Draining

Cara reluctantly followed Horace to where the other two masters were gathered with their apprentices. She had been a little surprised when Justus had chosen Devon, especially after his entry, but she was somewhat happy to see an acquaintance...if she could label their short encounter as such. She stopped behind her master, he turned and pulled her closer, she inwardly cringed, being chosen for something she did not want was hard enough, but being close to other people made it worse.

She looked around at the other apprentices. Devon she knew wielded a shadow puppet of sorts. A terror in his pocket that he could control whenever. The other though was new to her. A short boy, with an unkept mess of brown hair, and brown eyes to match. She didn't know anything about him other than his name was Peter, and he was Stephen's apprentice. As far as she was aware he could be his nephew, but she wasn't about to argue either.

The Draining

Cara nodded, but before she could answer her master spoke. "Everyone settle down and sit down." Horace said. Cara frowned and mouthing an apology to Devon. She leaned against the wall and slowly sank to the floor. Great, now we get to see what's going on. She thought. Horace proceeded to explain that the power was draining from the cities core. What Cara knew to be a giant jewel locked up underneath the city hall somewhere, but she wasn't sure. Horce went on to explain that they were to pick the best of their apprentices to help them fix the problem. Cara looked up at the ceiling, as long as it wasn't her she would be fine.

"Just don't pick me..." She muttered. She wasn't a hero and she wasn't about to be one either. To her dismay though Horace approached her.

"Cara." He said. She looked up at him. "I have chosen you." She sighed.

"Yes master." She replied.

The Draining

The ball of electric energy sputtered in Cara's hand, as a loud screeching noise filled her head. Cara stepped up from the wall, but it was hard to focus. The energy pulsed up her arm and up to her head removing the noise. Cara glared at the boy who would dare attack her like that. A shadow retreated back to him.

"I'm sorry.....he was just defensive." He bows deeply at the waist.

"He?" Cara quipped raising an eyebrow. She watched as the last traces of the shadow disappeared, two eyes glowing up at her. She recalled her electric burst. "Oh..."

A puppet...I get it. She thought.

"No problem. We all have ability issues." She said flipping a lock of white hair over her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder at her master. He was engaged talking to a couple of students.

"I'm Cara." She said looking back at him. "What's your name? I see your Justus apprentice."

The Draining

Cara was trying to listen while Master Horace explained the mission. A few would be selected...she hoped she wasn't one of them. Her mind was fully snapped out of his talk though when a person's shadow jumped out at her. She stepped back and sneered as a trickle of white light danced around her hand.

"You wouldn't..." She muttered. A ball of white light slowly began to grow in her hand.

"Cara!" Horace snapped. Her attention turned to her master as he quickly walked up.

"My apologies." He said to another one of the masters. The one eyed man nodded.

"And mine." He said gruffly. He continued walking. Cara stepped back from her master.

"He tried to attack me." She indicated to the boy with the shadow as he walked by.

"It is a puppet Cara...and clearly one that still needs to be controlled." Her master replied.

The Draining

Light slowly licked at some of the furnishings of the small room as the last of three men came and sat at the table. He set his candle down at the center by the other two and leaned back. His small grey eye darted back and forth to the other two men waiting for one of them to speak. They all knew the situation at hand, and they all knew it was up to them to solve it.

"What is the current energy level Horas?" One man finally said. He was a short man, with a pudgy belly match by what should have been cheery green eyes and a short gray beard. Now though his eyes dimmed with worry and his beard had grown past its normal length.

"Low. And growing lower by the day I'm afraid." Hoarce replied. He was thin, although an average height. In the chaos he seemed to have grown thinner. His brown eyes darted around the room nervously.

"Can we do anything?" The original man asked. He rested his arms on the table. Once a fine sorcerer, the had lost that ability when he was caught of guard by gryphon. In the fight he lost one of his eyes and the will to cast any more spells. A silence filled the room as the men thought about the question.

"I've got it!" The pudgy man, Stephen, finally exclaimed.

"Go on." Horace said.

"We all have young sorcerers we know of or are under us right?" Stephen said. The others nodded. "What if we get a small team of them together to find the problem?"

"I would rather we fix it." The one eyed man, Justus said flatly.

"Well, we are too old too." Hoarce objected. "I for one think it's a good idea."

"Fine." Justus said standing. "I will gather my apprentices and meet you back at the hall." He grabbed his candle and left.

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Cara walked behind her teacher to the hall. Unlike the other students with her she was quiet. Yes, she knew the city was dying, and it wasn't that she didn't care, she just didn't feel like a hero. She followed Hoarce to the hall and up the steps. The door opened for the apprentices as they entered. In the hall one master, who she assumed was Stephen stood with his apprentices around him. He was clearly lecturing to them about something. What though she couldn't hear. Cara looked up at Hoarce as they walked to the other side of the hall. He had them all sit, then walked over to Stephen. They whispered back and forth, then her master came walking back. He seemed nervous and tense..then again he was always nervous and tense. She, who was still standing, leaned against the wall as her master came over. She listened as he explained that they were waiting on one more group. It wasn't that it totally mattered to her. Again, she wasn't a hero...why should she help?

The Draining

Light slowly licked at some of the furnishings of the small room as the last of three men came and sat at the table. He set his candle down at the center by the other two and leaned back. His small grey eye darted back and forth to the other two men waiting for one of them to speak. They all knew the situation at hand, and they all knew it was up to them to solve it.

"What is the current energy level Horas?" One man finally said. He was a short man, with a pudgy belly match by what should have been cheery green eyes and a short gray beard. Now though his eyes dimmed with worry and his beard had grown past its normal length.

"Low. And growing lower by the day I'm afraid." Hoarce replied. He was thin, although an average height. In the chaos he seemed to have grown thinner. His brown eyes darted around the room nervously.

"Can we do anything?" The original man asked. He rested his arms on the table. Once a fine sorcerer, the had lost that ability when he was caught of guard by gryphon. In the fight he lost one of his eyes and the will to cast any more spells. A silence filled the room as the men thought about the question.

"I've got it!" The pudgy man, Stephen, finally exclaimed.

"Go on." Horace said.

"We all have young sorcerers we know of or are under us right?" Stephen said. The others nodded. "What if we get a small team of them together to find the problem?"

"I would rather we fix it." The one eyed man, Justus said flatly.

"Well, we are too old too." Hoarce objected. "I for one think it's a good idea."

"Fine." Justus said standing. "I will gather my apprentices and meet you back at the hall." He grabbed his candle and left.

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Cara walked behind her teacher to the hall. Unlike the other students with her she was quiet. Yes, she knew the city was dying, and it wasn't that she didn't care, she just didn't feel like a hero. She followed Hoarce to the hall and up the steps. The door opened for the apprentices as they entered. In the hall one master, who she assumed was Stephen stood with his apprentices around him. He was clearly lecturing to them about something. What though she couldn't hear. Cara looked up at Hoarce as they walked to the other side of the hall. He had them all sit, then walked over to Stephen. They whispered back and forth, then her master came walking back. He seemed nervous and tense..then again he was always nervous and tense. She, who was still standing, leaned against the wall as her master came over. She listened as he explained that they were waiting on one more group. It wasn't that it totally mattered to her. Again, she wasn't a hero...why should she help?

Anyone wanna rp with a lonely young adult?

Hey there! I'm new to the site, but have a lot of writing experience...one of roleplay, eight of messing around on Word Docs. Anyway! If your still looking I'd be happy to PM you!

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Hey there! I'm new to this site, but not new to roleplay! I've been writing for about eight or so years, and started to roleplay about a year ago. I don't have much to say about myself. My favorite genres are fantasy, clean romance, and historical fiction. I'm extremely busy most of the time, but will try to check games I'm in for new activity as often as I can. At worst I can post twice a week. My preferred writing length is two paragraphs or more. Thanks for reading! Can't wait to write with you!

~Angeliaforos