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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith looked up when Ovak leaned into him whispered that they were going to become quite popular. The woman that approached them looked quite interesting. He wasn't sure if the wings were real or not, but she sure looked the part of a vampire, at least, the ones in some stories. When she introduced herself and asked to speak to Ovak, Leith stood up and spoke to the Archmage. ”Well, this sounds like a more private conversation. I'll leave you two be." He nodded to Ovak and Grey and gave a small bow to Shaltear ”I hope that whatever problem you have is cleared up as cleanly as possible." With that he left the Archmage's table. He shuddered. He definitely did not want to be on the wrong side of that woman's anger.

He left the dining hall and wandered the grounds. It looked quite impressive. He made his way through the hallways, idly running his hand along the wall. It wasn't for a few moments that he realized that he was running his right hand along the wall and it was making a loud scraping noise. It rang for a few seconds after he stopped. He chuckled as he examined the small scratch marks that he had accidentally made as he walked. With a shrug, he continued down the hallway and turned a corner where he saw Annabeth and someone else. They were walking in his direction so he waved at them and idly wondered if they heard the scraping noise. ”Hello, Annabeth, and Hello..." Leith frowned. The girl looked familiar, but he wasn't sure if he knew her name. ”I don't know your name. I'm Leith." He snapped his fingers as he remembered where he had seen her. ”You're in the Demonmancy class, aren't you?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith paused when Ovak asked if his mission had an encounter with a Wild mage. He was slightly surprised that the Archmage knew about his mission. More-so at the mention of a Wild mage. The ring on his finger seemed to know about the Wild be he was hesitant to ask it. ”Well yes, I did have an encounter with a mage, but I don't really know what you mean by Wild. But that has been the second time that I have heard of it in these past few days."

He paused as Grey approached the table to give Ovak a cup of tea from Lucilia. He nodded to the guardsman when he said hello. ”Hello. I did enjoy the demonstrations. They were a lot different then last time. I can tell you that. How have you been?" Leith asked. He wanted to know how Grey was doing after what had happened when the man was attacked by the Eternal Hunger during the mission. Something like that doesn't just go away, and Leith should. He had been having trouble sleeping ever since the mission. He stifled a yawn as he waited for Grey's answer.

Torn Across the Rift

It took XIII more than a few minutes to get warm again. Putting up that blockade to hold off the avalanche for a few seconds took a lot out of him. He chuckled to himself. If these people were from Bes, he had definitely made himself an easy target. The thought quickly slipped his mind as Twain created a dome of bone and flesh to protect against the avalanche. As far as he knew, Bes didn't have team leaders that were "one of them," so to speak. He tuned out the conversation and assessed his hands. The were red and starting to blister. He was glad that he stopped engulfing himself as quickly as he did, else the burns might have been a lot worse.

He frowned as he thought about the flame wall he had made. When he stopped holding the flames, they still continued. He glanced at the group and was glad to see that no one was paying attention to him. He held his hand out and created a small fire in front of him, and the moment he stopped forcing it, the fire disappeared. He glanced at the fire he was sitting beside and held his hand out to it. A part of the fire leapt to his hand and engulfed it. He held his other hand out and created another fire. This one stayed after he stopped forcing it. Interesting. He let the fire that was covering his hand extinguish and stood up. He looked at the two newcomers that came from a staircase near the back of the altar room.

XIII was immediately wary of the tattooed man. From the way Twain talked to him, It looked like he was a member of the group. The man carried himself like a hunter, and XIII did not want to know what this man's prey was. He caught the tail-end of what Twain said and spoke up. He had been curious about this since he woke up.

"Where, exactly is here, anyway?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith ran a knuckle along the scar on his cheek when Ovak mentioned Lidda. ”Vitamancers can indeed be quite threatening." He shuddered as he recalled his encounter with the Eternal Hunger, and more specifically, her death. He was quick to start talking again. ”Though that could be said for all the Master's of each Blood class here, and all of the different skill levels training to become masters." He smiled. ”I'm not sure if some people are going to think that these messages are subtle."

He listened to Ovak as he talked about what he could see and his warning about curiosity. He nodded as he dropped his hand to his knee under the table. ”I understand. I've read a lot of stories as when I was younger, and a few of them hand the same moral. I will use restraint whenever something catches my curiosity." He listened to Lucilia's speech, and when it was done, he turned to Ovak. "She seems to have a knack for the big speeches, doesn't she?" He whispered lightheartedly to the archmage.

Torn Across the Rift

XIII chuckled as the man, Alexavier, from his voice, told him he had made a fatal mistake. "If it helps someone, is wouldn't really be a mistake, would it?" he managed to ask between his chattering teeth. His shivering was getting to the point where he was shaking. He was so cold. When they re-entered the room, XIII could see Alexavier. He frowned and looked at the man carrying him. He looked exactly like the man standing in the room. He let the thought slide as need of getting warm took its place.

"D-d-drop me o-o-off by one of the f-f-fires. I need t-t-to warm u-u-up." He paused for a second before continuing. "N-n-not in it if you if saw me before. I-I-I can't d-d-do that if I'm c-c-cold." As he was put down by the fire, he saw the man who was running down the mountain enter the room. "I'm glad to see you made it." Now that he was by a fire, he could feel the warmth coming back, and with it, pain. XIII looked down at his hands and winced. He was glad that he stopped when he did. Otherwise it might have been a burn much worse than it was.

He looked around the room and frowned. There were two more people in the room than there was when he left, but he had heard another pair of footsteps outside the castle. "Didn't two people follow me out? How are there more people here then when I left?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

"I guess the term 'power' can indeed vary." Leith said as he took the seat offered by archmage. "It could also be defined as a type of strength that not many have." He followed Ovak's eyes as he mentioned learning from mistakes. "Some people are just not as observant as others, or are more interested in themselves. All you can do is hope that they'll figure it out."

Leith paused as he watched the Pyromancy, Cryomancy, and Chantment demonstrations. "The demonstrations are aren't as exciting as they were last time, but that's probably a good thing," Leith said with a smile as he examined his dog sculpture. "Khan mentioned that people believe you can see the future, or possible branches. It intrigued me, so I had to come talk to you. Now, I'm not going to ask if you can or not because Khan also mentioned that you stay neutral on the subject. Would you, however, talk hypothetically about it?"

Torn Across the Rift

XIII listened to the introductions. They were definitely a part of some kind of group. Either they were military or something else. He introduced himself. "XIII," he said curtly. He was starting to get cold again. He watched as Charles looked around the room before looking back at Twain. "Where are we, anywa-" He stopped abruptly as Charles hurried back to his case and flicked his wrist and made a set of keys appear in his hand. XIII was immediately on guard. He edged closer to one of the fires closest to the group. He stopped when Charles mentioned something rumbling. He could feel the ground slightly shaking, and it was getting stronger. Small rocks and dust started to fall from what was left of the ceiling.

XIII's face paled. If it was what he thought it was, it was not good at all. "It sounds like an avalanche." XIII left the group in a run and made his way towards the entrance he came from. Sure enough, an ocean of snow was coming down the mountain. Running ahead of it an losing distance was a man. Most likely the one that spotted him when he woke up. XIII looked around, spotting a small fire the burned despite the fact that there was nothing to burn. He had a plan, and hopefully, it would work. He soaked in the warmth and then stretched his hand towards the fire, willing it towards him.

The fire jumped to his hand and quickly engulfed him. He wasn't sure how long this would last, but hopefully he would be able to help. He left the castle and took a few steps outside. The fire was warming him, so it was going good. He held his hands out and focused. A small wall of flame shot up behind and to the left and right of the man. XIII's fingertips started to feel warmer. The wall followed the man turning the snow touching the flame into steam. The warmness now covered XIII's hands. Then his hands started burning, and the warmness moved up his arms. All at once, the flames went out and XIII dropped to his knees. His hands were red and blistered. That had exhausted him. He drew ragged breaths that hurt from the cold and he started to violently shiver. Hopefully he had bought that man enough time to escape the avalanche, or at least find some cover.

XIII tried to move, but he couldn't. He chuckled. By helping that man, he put himself in the way of the avalanche without any means to get out of the way. That was completely stupid. What's done is done. All he could do now was wait.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith smiled as Lyn hugged him. He chose the correct gift, it seemed. He stood up an let Lyn guide him wherever she was going. They didn't get far before they bumped into Tyrael. When Tyrael thanked him, Leith nodded "It was no problem." Leith raised his eyebrows when Tyrael mentioned that he needed to talk to him at a later time. That sounded interesting. He waved to Lyn as she was carried away. With a smile, he made his way towards his table.

The sight of Uicle making a beeline towards Khan and the older man that Leith assumed to be Ovak caught his eye. He watched with amusement as the Necromancy teacher whacked, or attempted to whack, both Khan and Ovak upside the head. He succeeded in whacking Khan, but Ovak ducked under the hit. They talked for a few moments, but despite the fact that Khan and Uicle seemed to be growing agitated, Leith couldn't hear anything.

Leith watched as Khan and Uicle made their way out of the dining hall. He looked at Ovak and remembered what Khan had told him. Because of that, he really wanted to talk to the old man. He picked himself out of his seat and made his way towards the head table. "I assume you're Ovak?" Leith asked casually as he approached the Archmage. "Y'know, you're very unassuming for the most powerful man in this college." He smiled. "It fits nicely"