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Bob woke up and when he sat up and stretched his arms he notice that the boy that came back from the dead, he was gone already. Bob thought to himself “James? No that’s the blond boy, he must be very powerful being able to bring a dead person back, wow what an intriguing day yesterday was.”

When Bob ate his breakfast he sat and browsed through his pamphlet and started to wright down his schedule for this week. Without a doubt Bob is starting this morning with nature magic and trying out the arts class in the afternoon. Tomorrows classes will be basic magic to get a good grasp about magic and start it with general education, this is a school after all.
Filling in his schedule Bob felt too excited to sit here a second longer so he just filled in the rest without a thought behind it and head of to his first class with a smile on his face.

Monday: 1st class - Nature Magic | 2nd class - Art Class
Tuesday: 1st class - General Education | 2nd class – Basic Magic
Wednesday: 1st class - Nature Magic | 2nd class - Nature Magic
Thursday: 1st class – Art Class | 2nd class - Nature Magic
Friday: 1st class - Nature Magic | 2nd class - Art Class
Name: Gorim Dace
Race: Dwarf
Age: 137
Gender: Male
Class: Thief

Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: -1
Psyche: 0
Intelligence: 2
Wisdom: 0
Charisma: 3
Lucky: 5
Fate: 1

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Values: He acts in accordance to his self-interest and puts himself before others.
Personality: Gorim likes to take risks and strongly believes in "High risk, high reward" because strangely, lady lucky often favors him.

Appearance/Equipment: Light brown hair with a single braid that stretches down to Gorim’s shoulders, short and rough beard (for a dwarf) with lots of small braids with metal beads in the end. Robust built which dwarfs usually are and his left knee is just a bit weaker so you can notice a slight limping when he walks.
He wears a long brown coat and equipped with padded leather underneath, a crossbow on his back and quiver with bolts is on his left leg, a dagger in his right boot and also a shoulder bag that contains a small reparations kit for the crossbow, a dagger, set of cards, small pouch with few coins in it and two dices.

Abilities: Dark vision – Dwarves have naturally a greater dark vison (major).
Poison resist – Dwarves have an immune system that fights poison.
Crossbow – Gorim is greatly proficient with crossbows.
Sleight of hand – Years of gambling Gorim have practice different hand techniques to increase his "chances" to win.
Higher education - Growing up as a noble have granted Gorim a higher education which enables him to read runic and gives Gorim increased proficiency in intelligence-based rolls.

Spells/Skills: Quickdraw - Gorim can quicky draw his range weapon and shot first, no matter frend or foes initiative at the beginning of a fight. Gaining slight increase to accuracy while Quickdrawing.

Background: Gorim is a descent from house Dace, third son to Lord Rombus Dace and Lady Margret Dace. He lived a privileged life growing up as a noble, Gorim understood that his family was respected amongst the other nobles of Dulrum. While not bothering themselves false honor and pride in their family heritage, the Dace family have made their name through their pure business skills and their excellent knights.

The family’s reputation created a strict environment for Gorim and his two brothers Angor and Bhelen, didn’t make thing easier for him. All the decadence of house Dace have always been specialized in at least one weapon of sorts, so Gorim early on picked up the crossbow as it’s easy to use while keeping a distance. “Why risk your life when others are willing to do it?” As spoiled as Gorim was he have been gambling since young. Over the years he have been gambling away more and more from the family treasures, resulting him being shunned by the rest of his family and this continued until Lord Dace couldn’t take Gorims behavior anymore and denounce his entitlement. After being cut off from his family Gorm have been having big troubles with loan sharks and now trying to make some coins.
Bob puts down his luggage, making sure it doesn't stand in the way for these wizardly builders and decide to take a stroll around the school while they finish building the house.

The liveliness of this campus fills Bob with joy as he explore the campus. It reminds him of the bigger cities but with a more comforting twist out here with the green forest so close. Wandering around he finds himself at the school building again and scratches his head while thinking. "It doesn't make much of an impression. Perhaps I get permission to paint it one day, after all I'll probably live here quite a while." He thought to himself with a smile on his face.

After a while when he's stumbling around at the outskirts of the forest he spots a bush that reached out with rows of pink flowers. Bob stops, he starts to stare at this plant. He have never seen such a thing before. Even though he have been traveling a lot with his dad. He have never seen something quite like that.
Dropping everything, he immediately rushes towards this bush with a fiery interest in his eyes.
-"These whimsical, almost fairy-like blossoms looks like hearts, bleeding hearts..?"
This heart formed flower with such vibrant deep-pink color and a white arching stem makes him quite excited. Because he is convinced that these flowers must be magical. The eager boy carefully extracts seeds from this plant.
-"Thank you" This is exactly it that'll help Bob settle down here at school.
Bob stars to make his way back to the house with his seeds.
-"Let's make this house a home!"
Well class begins eight tomorrow morning better take a look in my pamphlet and see what courses that's available.
-"Trance magic hmm... how interesting earth magic..."

Suddenly a silhouette moving fast in to the woods caught in the corner of Bob's eye, interrupting his reading. Hastily packing down the pamphlet in his bag whilst moving cautiously after it. Bob quickly realize that stalking around in the woods with his bags wasn't the best of ideas. Walking deeper into the forest he accidentally happens to hit a tree with one of his bags and some of his clothes falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be too bothered by it, putting his other bag down and starts repacking.
Bob hears the sound of something behind him, crawling down from the tree. Slowly turning around, looking up the tree, there it is. Bob's whole body just stops. Gazing the hazel brown fur, the ghost white patch on it's stomach and the small pitch black eyes. Bob opens his bag as slowly as possible and manage to grab his sketch book and pen. He uses his bag as a chair and quickly tries to catch the marvelous squirrel on to paper before it run away again.

The time flies when Bob enjoys the beauty that the forest have to offer. When the sunlight starts to fold he realize that hes been out in the woods for far too long and starts to pack his things. Bob takes his time and admire the change of setting the sun makes before it settles while he head back to the school.
Desmond is slowly making his way out the school corridors. He have never used a crutch before, never been seriously injured before... before Lazarus. Feeling weak he uses the walls as support but slips and falls down on the cold hard floor. Desmond keeps limping, trying to get to the cottage.

When the tired, broken, shaking Desmond finally sees the cottage he throws the crutch away, sick of it. Trying to jump on one leg but he keeps feeling dazed so he begins to crawl his way to the cottage. Lying before the door he leaves his eye patch outside before he enters.

Sitting in the middle of the room mumbling "This isn't me" over and over again. Suddenly trembling in fear he starts to scratch and dig with his fingers in his eyes until he get a calming sensation. Leaning back against a bedside he raises his right hand and starts to channel a flow of mana that heats up air inside the cottage. A brief moment before the disaster Desmond felt how he had made peace. Desmond still sitting in the burning cottage, consumed by his own flames...
D) The meaty sounds and whimpers from the girl keeps echoing in Desmonds head and when Hans was waiting for a answer, Desmond fell against the wooden table and fainted.
-"What happened?" Desmond said quietly while he tries to pull of the bandages wrapped around his face.
-"Here let me help you with that." said a kind voice. As she removed the bandage from Desmond the nurse told him about the accident that happened.
-"...It seems like your eyes took the most beating, but don't worry Hans had lucky few to spare." The nurse gave him a mirror to see after himself. Desmond sat quietly gazing into the mirror. "No brows, no eyelashes, a brown eye and... that thing?
-"What... is that?" Said Desmond with a shiver in his voice. The nurse calmly put a eyepatch on it and said.
-"Go to Hans Babeck if you have any questions regarding that eye of yours. You should be able to continue with your classes straight away." She said while showing the way out.

Desmond left the nurses office feeling rushed out.
-"I guess I'll have to talk about my eyes with this Hans then." Despite his eyes he can't stop thinking about the wind and fire combination on the roof.
"I almost did it that was amazing! I just lost the control, but next time I'll be prepared. With hard training and some counseling this time, I'll be able to pull this combination off with out blowing up my eyes, again..."

Monday: 1st class - Fire Magic | 2nd class - Organic Magic
Tuesday: 1st class - Organic Magic | 2nd class - Organic Magic
Wednesday: 1st class - Fire Magic | 2nd class - Wind Magic
Thursday: 1st class - Fire Magic | 2nd class - Wind Magic
Friday: 1st class - Fire Magic | 2nd class - Fire Magic

"My eye is killing me. I can't concentrate in class at all It's taking all my concentration. I guess I have to postpone my plan and head to this Hans Babeck after lunch..."

Obs: At lunch Desmond keeps playing with his fire as usual. When school ends Desmond tries to go somewhere where he can be alone so he can take of his eye patch to just sit and smoke when not hanging out with Ted or the others.

New stats:

Strong: 0/20
Agile: 4/20
Precise: 1/20
Discreet: 1/20
Clever: 0/20
Vigilant: 2/20
Affined: 4/20
Psychic: 2/20
Convincing: 2/20
Fate: 1/20
A) Things have gone surprisingly smooth all day, why not try something interesting. "So far so good Ted. Are you ready to heat things up?" Desmond said with confident.
"Ah, Julius there so much I want to do, magic is so exciting!" Desmond said, while whaling around with the small flame on his fingertip. "Ted always dreamed of being able to fly, so I'll go with him." Desmond grabbed Teds shoulder and said all fired up. "Ted, imagine us flying around the school! Wouldn't that be amazing?"
"Wonder what was so important that Jan suddenly had to go?", said Desmond to the boys. On the way out Desmond opened his pamphlet and got intrigued by all the different elements. After a long struggle Desmond decided for taking fire magic classes. When Desmond finally figured out where the classroom for fire magic where on the map he gladly but nervously walked towards the classroom.
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