The silence that had fallen from Roland’s outburst was soon broken by another student speaking up, but this time in favor of the new rules. The boy made his way through the crowd to stare Roland down as he refuted his argument. At first, Roland took this as an intimidation tactic and met the boys gaze with the same fury in his eyes. But as the boy forced the words out of how he had seen the murder and the intensity in his eyes diminished, it became clear just how afraid he was. They all were.
As one of the teachers approached him lecturing him on what consequences such reckless action could bring, Roland’s attention instead was drawn to the students around him. The looks of terror painted on their faces only further drove home the point that Roland may have misjudged the courage of his peers. Here he was thinking most would want to rise up against this mysterious murderer, but instead they all feared for the lives. The final nail in the coffin for Roland’s defiance came when Duncan, the only person he even considered a friend so far, also voiced his disagreement.
That was the end of it. No one would stand with him. His gaze lowered to the floor as he hands still balled into fists began to shake. For a moment it looked as though he was about to explode, but instead he let out a defeated breath and halfway raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. You all know what I think of this, but if everyone is choosing to hide, then I won’t fight it.”
After giving in, Roland turned to follow Duncan to be escorted to the droms. The entire way, he kept his head lowered and his hands tucked in his pockets saying nothing as Duncan conversed with another student by the name of Lumen.
Roland is a human. Duncan is the centaur. But yeah the administration would probably hate those two of they started associating more. Oh the shenanigans they would get into.
While Duncan looked for a mat to sit on, Roland sat taping his fingers waiting for the principal to make her announcement. The tension in the great hall could be seen in the students faces and heard in their whispers. Some were completely clueless asking if anyone knew what had happened while others retold rumors they had heard. Many had some slivers of truth, but none touched upon the unthinkable demise of a student. Roland slowly put his hand on his stomach as his frustration turned into nauseous pains. He wanted to tell them, but he wouldn’t risk spreading more fear and panic to the terrified crowds. They’d need to hear it from the principal herself… Or the vice principal.
As Ms. Reiko took the stage a hush fell over, everyone wanted to hear as she gave the answers they so desperately wanted. Once she confirmed their worst fears, Roland glanced around at the students to see their reaction. Some gasped in shock while a few others solemnly turned their gaze to the floor. Roland, however, to his surprise, didn’t jump to fear and despair, instead he clenched his fists and looked towards the stage with passion burning like the fire ignited in him. He wanted action. He wanted justice for their fallen comrade and would do anything to see it done.
He continued watching as Reiko announced the new rules and regulations that he predicted would be put into place. With each one his anger rose. He knew they were only thinking of their safety, but he wasn’t here to play things safe. Finally, when asked if there are any questions, Roland looked directly at the crimson mage and yelled, “Yeah I got a few."
The heads of the students and staff all turned to him as he leapt out of his seat and spoke in an almost thunderous voice. "Why are you making us be watched over like children? Aren’t we here to learn how to stand up and fight for ourselves? We should be standing our ground. Show whoever did this we aren’t afraid like real Dawnslayers! Not cowering around the staff and hiding in our dorms at the first sign of danger!”
The young Nightbreaker knew all eyes would be darting between him and the vice principal waiting for her to silence him or dole out some sort of punishment, but he didn’t care. He wanted them to know he wasn’t going to take such cowardice restrictions sitting down.
Unless we were planning a time skip I could have Roland stand up and yell how stupid this all is. That might spark some reactions (like the teachers telling him to sit his ass down.)
Name: Lanithil Valkas Gender: Male Age: 128 Race: Wood Elf
Sitting at a comfortable 5’ 10” Lanithil is deceptively thin. His race is revealed in his pointed ears and pure pale skin while his woodland heritage is given away by his piercing leaf green eyes and long flowing oak brown hair. Casually he wears a deep green tunic with dark brown pants. In battle, he dawns leather armor with distinctive leaf patterns and the blue cloak of the inquisition. He also paints his face with markings long believed to help conceal their wearer.
Personality: Though he moves and speaks with the grace of most elf kind, you will soon find the soft smile of Lanithil is a mischievous one. A jokester at heart, Lanithil will often say or do things to cheer up the bleak moods of his comrades, even if it causes him some trouble. Even to an elf like him Lanithil sees life as too short to be taken serious all the time. One must learn to laugh and enjoy life for it to be worth it. And yet, you will not find such foolishness with Lanithil on the field of battle. Once his bow is drawn, the ranger takes hold. He will follow orders without question, move with silence and haste, and kill without hesitation.
History: The son of two woodland rangers, Lanithil Valkas was destined to take up the bow for his people. From an early age he was trained in a number of skills from guerilla warfare to wilderness survival. He had daily weapon practice with bows and short swords becoming deadly proficient in both. While many of his kind we're trained in the same arts, Lanithil was exceptionally gifted, but to his superiors, this was not always a good thing.
While Lanithil took his training seriously, he often found entertainment in using them for pranks and other practical jokes. One of his favorites was discreetly suspending a bucket of water from a rope, hiding nearby with his bow, shooting the rope once someone walked underneath, and stealthily leaving the area while a fuming elf looked for him. At least that was the plan. A few times he chose the wrong target for his pranks or made a mistake in his getaway that ended in his apprehension.
By the time he graced one hundred and entered adulthood, Lanithil had grown out of his prankster ways but retained the knowledge of his mistakes. With this plus a century of training under his belt, it was no question if he was ready for the rangers. He spent the next 25 years serving faithfully until one day mysterious tracks were discovered just outside Ilanas. After several days following the trail, Lanithil and his squad came upon a group of skinnui blight.
Though it was an easy fight, their very presence in the elves forest disturbed Lanithil. Having read the stories of what these creatures had done before, Lanithil decided to leave the rangers and join the Inquisition so that he could better protect his homeland. Having now spent 3 years with the Inquisition, Lanithil has learned a great deal about this enemy and is ready to face them.
Equipment: Elven longbow - Crafted from the wood of the ancient trees in Ilanas and made custom to fit the needs of its user. Such a weapon is only made for the rangers of Ilandell, and the Inquisitors upon request.
Elven short swords - Dual curved blades made by the finest Smith's in Ilandell. Their sharpness and outstanding durability are only matched by the craftsmanship of the dwarves.
Hard leather armor - Standard for all rangers. Provides some protection without cost of mobility.
Blue cloak - While Lanithil preferred the dark green cloak of his people, he finds the blue of the inquisition to work well when hiding under the glow of night.
Magic: N/A
Extra:
Deep in the great forest of Ilanas lies the tree city of Ilandell, home of the wood elves. Centuries ago, for one of non-elven decent to even enter the sacred woods bore the penalty of death. While their woodland brothers were only permitted to come and go under cover of night as to avoid detection. Such strict ruling kept their people and secrets safe from the greed and blood lust of the other races for a time, but the same reclusive nature nearly lead their demise.
Trusting themselves alone and holding little care for anything outside their borders, the wood elves refused to join the inquisition when it formed as they had not yet been hit by the blight. They had repelled countless attacks from other nations before, why would this foe be any different? If only they had listened.
There are many accounts of how the blight made their attack on Ilanas. Some say they crept unnoticed in the night and struck in surprise, while others claim it was a large force that mercilessly assaulted the forest. Either way, the outcome was the same; for the first time in history, the city of Ilandell had been taken.
Those that remained quickly saw the error in their ways and pledged allegiance to the inquisition. With the full support of the other races, the wood elves led a three day campaign to reclaim their homeland. Once they had succeeded, the wood elves continued aiding the inquisition until the land was finally cleansed of the blight. To show their gratitude towards the other races, the wood elves opened the forest and city to all and have since remained loyal to both the inquisition and the council.
Name: Lanithil Valkas Gender: Male Age: 128 Race: Wood Elf
Sitting at a comfortable 5’ 10” Lanithil is deceptively thin. His race is revealed in his pointed ears and pure pale skin while his woodland heritage is given away by his piercing leaf green eyes and long flowing oak brown hair. Casually he wears a deep green tunic with dark brown pants. In battle, he dawns leather armor with distinctive leaf patterns and the blue cloak of the inquisition. He also paints his face with markings long believed to help conceal their wearer.
Personality: Though he moves and speaks with the grace of most elf kind, you will soon find the soft smile of Lanithil is a mischievous one. A jokester at heart, Lanithil will often say or do things to cheer up the bleak moods of his comrades, even if it causes him some trouble. Even to an elf like him Lanithil sees life as too short to be taken serious all the time. One must learn to laugh and enjoy life for it to be worth it. And yet, you will not find such foolishness with Lanithil on the field of battle. Once his bow is drawn, the ranger takes hold. He will follow orders without question, move with silence and haste, and kill without hesitation.
History: The son of two woodland rangers, Lanithil Valkas was destined to take up the bow for his people. From an early age he was trained in a number of skills from guerilla warfare to wilderness survival. He had daily weapon practice with bows and short swords becoming deadly proficient in both. While many of his kind we're trained in the same arts, Lanithil was exceptionally gifted, but to his superiors, this was not always a good thing.
While Lanithil took his training seriously, he often found entertainment in using them for pranks and other practical jokes. One of his favorites was discreetly suspending a bucket of water from a rope, hiding nearby with his bow, shooting the rope once someone walked underneath, and stealthily leaving the area while a fuming elf looked for him. At least that was the plan. A few times he chose the wrong target for his pranks or made a mistake in his getaway that ended in his apprehension.
By the time he graced one hundred and entered adulthood, Lanithil had grown out of his prankster ways but retained the knowledge of his mistakes. With this plus a century of training under his belt, it was no question if he was ready for the rangers. He spent the next 25 years serving faithfully until one day mysterious tracks were discovered just outside Ilanas. After several days following the trail, Lanithil and his squad came upon a group of skinnui blight.
Though it was an easy fight, their very presence in the elves forest disturbed Lanithil. Having read the stories of what these creatures had done before, Lanithil decided to leave the rangers and join the Inquisition so that he could better protect his homeland. Having now spent 3 years with the Inquisition, Lanithil has learned a great deal about this enemy and is ready to face them.
Equipment: Elven longbow - Crafted from the wood of the ancient trees in Ilanas and made custom to fit the needs of its user. Such a weapon is only made for the rangers of Ilandell, and the Inquisitors upon request.
Elven short swords - Dual curved blades made by the finest Smith's in Ilandell. Their sharpness and outstanding durability are only matched by the craftsmanship of the dwarves.
Hard leather armor - Standard for all rangers. Provides some protection without cost of mobility.
Blue cloak - While Lanithil preferred the dark green cloak of his people, he finds the blue of the inquisition to work well when hiding under the glow of night.
Magic: N/A
Extra:
Deep in the great forest of Ilanas lies the tree city of Ilandell, home of the wood elves. Centuries ago, for one of non-elven decent to even enter the sacred woods bore the penalty of death. While their woodland brothers were only permitted to come and go under cover of night as to avoid detection. Such strict ruling kept their people and secrets safe from the greed and blood lust of the other races for a time, but the same reclusive nature nearly lead their demise.
Trusting themselves alone and holding little care for anything outside their borders, the wood elves refused to join the inquisition when it formed as they had not yet been hit by the blight. They had repelled countless attacks from other nations before, why would this foe be any different? If only they had listened.
There are many accounts of how the blight made their attack on Ilanas. Some say they crept unnoticed in the night and struck in surprise, while others claim it was a large force that mercilessly assaulted the forest. Either way, the outcome was the same; for the first time in history, the city of Ilandell had been taken.
Those that remained quickly saw the error in their ways and pledged allegiance to the inquisition. With the full support of the other races, the wood elves led a three day campaign to reclaim their homeland. Once they had succeeded, the wood elves continued aiding the inquisition until the land was finally cleansed of the blight. To show their gratitude towards the other races, the wood elves opened the forest and city to all and have since remained loyal to both the inquisition and the council.
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