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Hunter's Guild Courtyard
As the large crowd piled into the court yard they made a large circle formation and Varioyn and Volric stood in the middle.
"Now that I have tested your mind, I would like to test your might." Varioyn walked towards Volric and whispered something to him, they nodded and Volric looked out towards the crowd and spoke in a stern serious voice, as if talking to a king rather than a group of new blood hunters. "I have tested the strength of many new hunters through the years, but never have a gone so blindly into a assessment for new bloods. The hunters before you were trained, elites, they were sent here for a reason, not a mere open recruitment, so I apologize if I may underestimate some of you. He looked concerned if not embarrassed to what may be the outcome.
Varioyn cut in "The Arc mage will summon and command a familiar in which he believes will be fit as something that we would fight. You are to attack it alone and the tests will be conducted one by one. He waved his hand over to the mage who than spoke softly summoning a large sleeping Demorbear.
"This will be what you are fighting." Varioyn looked across from everyone. "Just always be aware of who and where you are fighting."
A young man came forward as the first person to fight. He looked ready, ready for bloodshed, which was good to a point. As he took a step forward, Volric waved his hand and the bear awoke. Growling from the sent of new blood it let a demonic roar take over the ears of everyone in a blocks radius in Drovia. The young man drew his sword and proceeded, drawing closer and closer to the bear. The small spark under the boys foot caused him to startle and before he could move his leg he knew what he had done. A small circular rune laid on the gravel just below his foot, it twisted and molded and small shadowy fiendish tentacles began to crawl up his armored leg. He struggled to pull his leg away but it held him in place. he began to panic as the bear got closer, but the purple ooz grew up into his abdomen and he could not move barely at all, he dropped his sword in a last attempt to pull himself free. The bear snarled and lunged at the boy, but just as the large teeth wrapped around his neck it vanished.
Varioyn walked over to the trapped boy, "You did not watch your surroundings, now you are dead." He waved his hand. "That's enough Kaylein." A young white haired woman came out from behind the large tree in which Javier rested.
"Now that you have your example new bloods. Who is next?" Varioyn laughed.
As the large crowd piled into the court yard they made a large circle formation and Varioyn and Volric stood in the middle.
"Now that I have tested your mind, I would like to test your might." Varioyn walked towards Volric and whispered something to him, they nodded and Volric looked out towards the crowd and spoke in a stern serious voice, as if talking to a king rather than a group of new blood hunters. "I have tested the strength of many new hunters through the years, but never have a gone so blindly into a assessment for new bloods. The hunters before you were trained, elites, they were sent here for a reason, not a mere open recruitment, so I apologize if I may underestimate some of you. He looked concerned if not embarrassed to what may be the outcome.
Varioyn cut in "The Arc mage will summon and command a familiar in which he believes will be fit as something that we would fight. You are to attack it alone and the tests will be conducted one by one. He waved his hand over to the mage who than spoke softly summoning a large sleeping Demorbear.
"This will be what you are fighting." Varioyn looked across from everyone. "Just always be aware of who and where you are fighting."
A young man came forward as the first person to fight. He looked ready, ready for bloodshed, which was good to a point. As he took a step forward, Volric waved his hand and the bear awoke. Growling from the sent of new blood it let a demonic roar take over the ears of everyone in a blocks radius in Drovia. The young man drew his sword and proceeded, drawing closer and closer to the bear. The small spark under the boys foot caused him to startle and before he could move his leg he knew what he had done. A small circular rune laid on the gravel just below his foot, it twisted and molded and small shadowy fiendish tentacles began to crawl up his armored leg. He struggled to pull his leg away but it held him in place. he began to panic as the bear got closer, but the purple ooz grew up into his abdomen and he could not move barely at all, he dropped his sword in a last attempt to pull himself free. The bear snarled and lunged at the boy, but just as the large teeth wrapped around his neck it vanished.
Varioyn walked over to the trapped boy, "You did not watch your surroundings, now you are dead." He waved his hand. "That's enough Kaylein." A young white haired woman came out from behind the large tree in which Javier rested.
"Now that you have your example new bloods. Who is next?" Varioyn laughed.
It wil be part of the "physical", it will make more sense when we get there.@Banana
Varioyn looked around at everyone as they too looked around and some cheated. They did not realize the point in the test.. His thoughts were broken by Javier's voice. No.. no. They are only going to move to the second step now. If you would like, go and prep training yard for the physical portion of the test. His words trailed as he waved his hand to a man hidden in the corner.
"Okay" He shouted. Test is over.. Now before I ask you to hand your parchments in His words were broke by an elves question, Amalay if he remembered correctly from the day before. She seemed outlandish to him, but he appropriated her questioning.
"she wonders" The man in a dark blue robe leaned down and spoke softly to Varioyn.
"No. Amalay is it? This is not for war, in fact I believe I couldn't find the remaining pieces of Illikorav if I spent my life trying to do so. He turned and again listened to the man in the robes soft words.
"Keep an eye on her.. she is, different." They both nodded, and Varioyn spoke again.
"Well, all. I would like introduce you to a good friend of mine, and also the reason that you took this seemingly pointless quiz." The man unhooded to show long brown hair and dark green eyes that seemed to darken the room around them.
"I am Volric Ravenroot. Of my fathers Ravenroot house." The man scanned everyone, almost looking to see a familiar face.
"This man is a Arc-Mage, he also is a Shadow Hunter. Varioyn smirked. He reads minds..
Varioyn walked around the tables and seated races. The point to this quiz was not the questions themselves but the attack, the way that you think about these question" He stopped, moving small dust with his foot on the hard wooden floor. "Volric can tell me any little thoughts you had, for the questions and for the guild, for our past, for me. You see.. being a hunter is not about brute strength. Not about your ability to over come your opponent with power but how to out think them. This may sound silly to some, mostly those who have been raised to think other wise, but your mind is stronger than your sword, that is what makes a hunter. Or a pray." Now that Varioyn had completely made everyone uncomfortable, or so he guessed by the silence. He moved towards the door. "Now on to the physical test. The Arc-mage will be joining us again for this one." Varioyn smirked once again, possibly enlightening those confused on what was next.
"Okay" He shouted. Test is over.. Now before I ask you to hand your parchments in His words were broke by an elves question, Amalay if he remembered correctly from the day before. She seemed outlandish to him, but he appropriated her questioning.
"she wonders" The man in a dark blue robe leaned down and spoke softly to Varioyn.
"No. Amalay is it? This is not for war, in fact I believe I couldn't find the remaining pieces of Illikorav if I spent my life trying to do so. He turned and again listened to the man in the robes soft words.
"Keep an eye on her.. she is, different." They both nodded, and Varioyn spoke again.
"Well, all. I would like introduce you to a good friend of mine, and also the reason that you took this seemingly pointless quiz." The man unhooded to show long brown hair and dark green eyes that seemed to darken the room around them.
"I am Volric Ravenroot. Of my fathers Ravenroot house." The man scanned everyone, almost looking to see a familiar face.
"This man is a Arc-Mage, he also is a Shadow Hunter. Varioyn smirked. He reads minds..
Varioyn walked around the tables and seated races. The point to this quiz was not the questions themselves but the attack, the way that you think about these question" He stopped, moving small dust with his foot on the hard wooden floor. "Volric can tell me any little thoughts you had, for the questions and for the guild, for our past, for me. You see.. being a hunter is not about brute strength. Not about your ability to over come your opponent with power but how to out think them. This may sound silly to some, mostly those who have been raised to think other wise, but your mind is stronger than your sword, that is what makes a hunter. Or a pray." Now that Varioyn had completely made everyone uncomfortable, or so he guessed by the silence. He moved towards the door. "Now on to the physical test. The Arc-mage will be joining us again for this one." Varioyn smirked once again, possibly enlightening those confused on what was next.
@ everyone, if you ever have questions on lore that will help character development, don't be shy and shoot me a PM
@solidsneek that's great I hope everyone is enjoying it :)
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Yea they are good. This is a casual Rp so I'm not looking for quantity but more quality. Everyone has their own Rp style. I've enjoyed reading everyone's posts so far :)
Yea they are good. This is a casual Rp so I'm not looking for quantity but more quality. Everyone has their own Rp style. I've enjoyed reading everyone's posts so far :)
While we are in down time waiting for more people to post, I'll share some more lore. I'm the form Of daily lore :)
Some of you may still be confused on The Great War, how it started, it's purpose. Well King Dolvir was corrupt, that was outlined, but he wanted to rule the land completely, in a time where the elves and Etlocks had control of most the land, he used the dwarf races and his economical power to cut off power to the villages of the races and began a downward spiral or economic crisis. Farm land died, smithes left cold. The war broke the races apart until The Old one Kor used his dark magic which was shown in the lore above killed more of the land and, ending the war but corrupting the drawfs and angering the elves that were left not enslaved by the humans.
I left some holes in the lore and on the Npcs lore on purpose so that there is story still as our story unfolds
Some of you may still be confused on The Great War, how it started, it's purpose. Well King Dolvir was corrupt, that was outlined, but he wanted to rule the land completely, in a time where the elves and Etlocks had control of most the land, he used the dwarf races and his economical power to cut off power to the villages of the races and began a downward spiral or economic crisis. Farm land died, smithes left cold. The war broke the races apart until The Old one Kor used his dark magic which was shown in the lore above killed more of the land and, ending the war but corrupting the drawfs and angering the elves that were left not enslaved by the humans.
I left some holes in the lore and on the Npcs lore on purpose so that there is story still as our story unfolds
*A wild voice whispers to you* Varioyn doesn't know you have the answers already ;D
The air became lighter and lighter as more bodies signed and left the hall, few stayed but the room seemed less daunting. Every New-Blood had a personality, it was the first time he actually felt hope for the guild again. Many of the names burned his mind, he could see potential.
His eyes glanced across the full paper of recruits, it may have been the first in a long while that The Hunters were openly inviting people to join the ranks, but never had he expected such a turn out. Varioyn grabbed his cloak and walked around to a few that had stayed, introducing himself. No one seemed interested in becoming apart of conversation, he didn't blame them. Most were probably nervous for the inevitable join or boot that tomorrow would seek to provide.
The day after...
Varioyn rose and grabbed his cloak and swords, his gut twisted for those he was going to have to let go today. Varioyn was a kind man, not one to fancy bringing senseless pain to others, it was a great honor to be in the guild, at least among the humans of Drovia, it gave anyone respect no matter the race.
As he walked down stairs he noticed yet again the large crowd gathered in the Hall of Remembrance, he stopped and looked around. "Where in the hell is Javier.." he thought to himself. He shrugged it off, seeing how he may have better things to do than train a bunch of new bloods.
"Hello again everyone, I hope you slept well in anticipation for your tests.." Varioyn gave a slight smirk. "I'm afraid to inform you that Head-Master will not be joining us on this day as he has a important deliverer mission that was urgent for the Kings men." Varioyn's face molded back into a stern seriousness that he was partly afraid might make the crowd uncomfortable. He tried to lighten up. "As Head-Master explained yesterday, you have all signed up and now will begin your trials.. We will start with the intellectual trials. A test if you will." He was surprised to not here an uproar of groans and agony set forth by education that he was so used to from his younger brethren. Varioyn laid he sword on the large wooden table across from the first of the crowd. "There is old language, even I do not know on this blade, it was given to me but a old Etlock friend of mine. By his word he said it is a shard of a much larger sword called Illikorav, or 'Blood Cleaver' In Giant, now I speak of this because your first question is. Who was the first Titan, born of ash and also known as the Father of the giants? Varioyn panned the group as the question set it. Your second question is How was the Hunters guild come to be? A simpler question he thought, but it opened the end of history not normally studied. He looked down at his pencil scratched paper, that was the last question provided by Ash. He looked up quickly not to give his struggled facial expression away. Last question.. What city must you never step foot in, for it is the source of all death and darkness? He looked up to the map on the wall behind him, to the west past Lothadia.. Darkness. Varioyn moved out of his seat and looked around. Once those are answered, we will move on.
His eyes glanced across the full paper of recruits, it may have been the first in a long while that The Hunters were openly inviting people to join the ranks, but never had he expected such a turn out. Varioyn grabbed his cloak and walked around to a few that had stayed, introducing himself. No one seemed interested in becoming apart of conversation, he didn't blame them. Most were probably nervous for the inevitable join or boot that tomorrow would seek to provide.
The day after...
Varioyn rose and grabbed his cloak and swords, his gut twisted for those he was going to have to let go today. Varioyn was a kind man, not one to fancy bringing senseless pain to others, it was a great honor to be in the guild, at least among the humans of Drovia, it gave anyone respect no matter the race.
As he walked down stairs he noticed yet again the large crowd gathered in the Hall of Remembrance, he stopped and looked around. "Where in the hell is Javier.." he thought to himself. He shrugged it off, seeing how he may have better things to do than train a bunch of new bloods.
"Hello again everyone, I hope you slept well in anticipation for your tests.." Varioyn gave a slight smirk. "I'm afraid to inform you that Head-Master will not be joining us on this day as he has a important deliverer mission that was urgent for the Kings men." Varioyn's face molded back into a stern seriousness that he was partly afraid might make the crowd uncomfortable. He tried to lighten up. "As Head-Master explained yesterday, you have all signed up and now will begin your trials.. We will start with the intellectual trials. A test if you will." He was surprised to not here an uproar of groans and agony set forth by education that he was so used to from his younger brethren. Varioyn laid he sword on the large wooden table across from the first of the crowd. "There is old language, even I do not know on this blade, it was given to me but a old Etlock friend of mine. By his word he said it is a shard of a much larger sword called Illikorav, or 'Blood Cleaver' In Giant, now I speak of this because your first question is. Who was the first Titan, born of ash and also known as the Father of the giants? Varioyn panned the group as the question set it. Your second question is How was the Hunters guild come to be? A simpler question he thought, but it opened the end of history not normally studied. He looked down at his pencil scratched paper, that was the last question provided by Ash. He looked up quickly not to give his struggled facial expression away. Last question.. What city must you never step foot in, for it is the source of all death and darkness? He looked up to the map on the wall behind him, to the west past Lothadia.. Darkness. Varioyn moved out of his seat and looked around. Once those are answered, we will move on.
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