Hmmmm. Well, I'll be busy for all of tomorrow anyway, but after that, I do plan to get a post out some time Wednesday. @Sifr, any ETA?
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@AThousandCurses
Compact classes have exactly eight students per class, it seems. And there appear to be ten compact classes all in all, based on the remaining groups lining up. Standard classes seem to have high twenties to low thirties for population density per, but compacts adhere to a strict and exact number of eight.
Compact classes have exactly eight students per class, it seems. And there appear to be ten compact classes all in all, based on the remaining groups lining up. Standard classes seem to have high twenties to low thirties for population density per, but compacts adhere to a strict and exact number of eight.
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Raja cocked an eyebrow upon catching sight of the imp, taking hold of the rope and remaining silent as the students explained. The loathsome creature scowled and almost seemed to hiss as Raja's fingers wrapped around the makeshift leash, and its bravado had dropped entirely in her presence. It now stood there with its head hung low as the principal stared down at it, pulling tighter to ensure that the rope would hold. She would turn from Iraleth, to Ciara, to Hildegunde, and sigh. "Serviceable. I will attend to this shade properly after the ceremony and interrogate it on its origins. Thank you, students of Compact 3, and I do apologize that this was allowed to happen on school grounds. In the future, campus security will be tightened."
Bowing her head in apology, she turned to listen to Otis' speech, allowing him to finish before replying. "To answer your first question, those who missed attunement today will be pulled from morning classes tomorrow for a mandatory make-up. Small in scale, no opportunity to say their piece in front of everyone. They will simply attune, declare their choice of sword or shield, and return. Should they fail to make an appearance tomorrow as well, without justifiable cause? They will be packing their bags and returning home."
Some in the crowd nodded in agreement at this, while others appeared nervous for absent friends or classmates. Such things were not specified beforehand, but many appeared grateful that someone rose to seek clarification. Raja's index finger tapped against her cheek, upon the boldness of Otis' other question. She deliberated, and after another moment, turned once more towards the owl in acknowledgement.
"As for the Iris Record? That tower seeks the exceptional beyond the exceptional. All who possess an Ethos have the potential to guide the future, but those who study and train within the Iris Record were chosen by the board with their own criteria that has not been revealed even to me. As of now, the task of finding more of its inhabitants falls to myself for the rest of the school year."
The crowd would begin whispering uncertainties towards one another, some speaking of rigged selections or biases, or paid entry from the pockets of rich parents. Raja would raise a hand to silence them as she continued.
"I seek the worthy. I seek devotion to the Union, to the future, and to oneself. One may prove themselves through body, mind or soul. Fell a great and terrible blight upon the world, unearth and prove a hidden truth of the world either unknown or previously thought fictitious, or come to understand the world and hear its voice. Such things will I task to the starry-eyed dreamer who wishes to enter the Iris Record and study among its residents as a peer."
Valen now stared towards Otis as he moved closer to the front, his fiery glare sharpening as if insulted that the boy would even think to rise above his station. He said nothing, but watched closely, looking back and forth between Otis, Raja, and the shadowy thing she now held in her captivity.
"Now, will that be all, Compact 3? We have a ceremony to conclude in short order, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about a mid-morning snack or two," she inquired, her expression softening as she chuckled to herself. At the same time, she also side-eyed Valen, a small trace of venom in her gaze to anybody close enough to behold her expression.
Compact 4 seemed ready to ascend to the pillar, patiently waiting to see if Otis was ready to conclude his business atop the stage. One particular orc girl in armor seemed to impatiently stomp her foot as she stared daggers at the Strigidae. "Windbag," she'd mutter.
CAMPUS GROUNDS, LEYLINE ATTUNEMENT ZONE
Raja cocked an eyebrow upon catching sight of the imp, taking hold of the rope and remaining silent as the students explained. The loathsome creature scowled and almost seemed to hiss as Raja's fingers wrapped around the makeshift leash, and its bravado had dropped entirely in her presence. It now stood there with its head hung low as the principal stared down at it, pulling tighter to ensure that the rope would hold. She would turn from Iraleth, to Ciara, to Hildegunde, and sigh. "Serviceable. I will attend to this shade properly after the ceremony and interrogate it on its origins. Thank you, students of Compact 3, and I do apologize that this was allowed to happen on school grounds. In the future, campus security will be tightened."
Bowing her head in apology, she turned to listen to Otis' speech, allowing him to finish before replying. "To answer your first question, those who missed attunement today will be pulled from morning classes tomorrow for a mandatory make-up. Small in scale, no opportunity to say their piece in front of everyone. They will simply attune, declare their choice of sword or shield, and return. Should they fail to make an appearance tomorrow as well, without justifiable cause? They will be packing their bags and returning home."
Some in the crowd nodded in agreement at this, while others appeared nervous for absent friends or classmates. Such things were not specified beforehand, but many appeared grateful that someone rose to seek clarification. Raja's index finger tapped against her cheek, upon the boldness of Otis' other question. She deliberated, and after another moment, turned once more towards the owl in acknowledgement.
"As for the Iris Record? That tower seeks the exceptional beyond the exceptional. All who possess an Ethos have the potential to guide the future, but those who study and train within the Iris Record were chosen by the board with their own criteria that has not been revealed even to me. As of now, the task of finding more of its inhabitants falls to myself for the rest of the school year."
The crowd would begin whispering uncertainties towards one another, some speaking of rigged selections or biases, or paid entry from the pockets of rich parents. Raja would raise a hand to silence them as she continued.
"I seek the worthy. I seek devotion to the Union, to the future, and to oneself. One may prove themselves through body, mind or soul. Fell a great and terrible blight upon the world, unearth and prove a hidden truth of the world either unknown or previously thought fictitious, or come to understand the world and hear its voice. Such things will I task to the starry-eyed dreamer who wishes to enter the Iris Record and study among its residents as a peer."
Valen now stared towards Otis as he moved closer to the front, his fiery glare sharpening as if insulted that the boy would even think to rise above his station. He said nothing, but watched closely, looking back and forth between Otis, Raja, and the shadowy thing she now held in her captivity.
"Now, will that be all, Compact 3? We have a ceremony to conclude in short order, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about a mid-morning snack or two," she inquired, her expression softening as she chuckled to herself. At the same time, she also side-eyed Valen, a small trace of venom in her gaze to anybody close enough to behold her expression.
Compact 4 seemed ready to ascend to the pillar, patiently waiting to see if Otis was ready to conclude his business atop the stage. One particular orc girl in armor seemed to impatiently stomp her foot as she stared daggers at the Strigidae. "Windbag," she'd mutter.
I think it's something like that, yeah. This in particular only started over the last few days, when the temperature started going up in my area.
Sorry, eyes have been burning like acid all day for some reason and it hasn't been the best time, and makes it real difficult to write with. Post up tomorrow.
Next round in the morning!
@AThousandCurses
It would be able to, but only in the sense that it'd be like looking at a tornado of converging essences. There wouldn't be much to glean from the process in terms of what it does to the individual on a personal level, other than that some of the leylines would be absent from people during their attunement; presumably rejection due to conflicting casting disciplines. Chunji's Ethos would see this whole process take place, but I'd imagine the struggle would instead be the mental process of comprehending all of it and identifying what all of it actually means in that moment.
It would be able to, but only in the sense that it'd be like looking at a tornado of converging essences. There wouldn't be much to glean from the process in terms of what it does to the individual on a personal level, other than that some of the leylines would be absent from people during their attunement; presumably rejection due to conflicting casting disciplines. Chunji's Ethos would see this whole process take place, but I'd imagine the struggle would instead be the mental process of comprehending all of it and identifying what all of it actually means in that moment.
@Sifr@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@AThousandCurses
The school grounds came alive with the rush of eager students. One after another, the protectors of tomorrow couldn’t help but declare their platitudes and swear their vows. Some spoke of their future glory as champions that would arise to ensure the death of villainy, while others kept it short and sweet, and more still simply saw it as their opportunity to put themselves in the spotlight for a brief moment.
Amidst it all, Raja watched on, ensuring that no matter how vapid or longwinded the speeches were, they all ended with one notable confirmation. Whether confident or hesitant, anxious or proud, all needed to say it before the near entirety of the campus’ residents. She observed the future potentials of the nation stand on the podium and, after attuning to the golden pillar behind them, would make their choices.
“I’ll become a Sword of Wund,” one student or another would state. Others would instead move to exclaim, “For I, a Shield of Nero!”
Slowly but surely, those of the standard curriculum would be filtered through, planting themselves firmly on one side or the other of the pillar. From further north of the pillar, where the group exiting the forest would witness the ceremony, the imp would groan with disdain at Iraleth's prodding, before turning back to the group while they deliberated. "Perhaps you could leave my fate until after the ceremony? Leave me tied up to a tree where I can't get away? It is, after all, a moment for your future yearbook - a glimpse of yesteryear's joyous days, innocent and full of fire. Certainly you lot would prefer that over reporting a humble shadeling like myself, yes?"
As Otis entered into the ceremony grounds as well, he'd have felt a violent glare threatening to burn into his back as he left the clinic. Gulliver hadn't said a word, nor had his plastic smile broken, but the aura of aggression was nearly tangible. This vanished as he entered the vicinity of his peers, where ideas of assault were surely the furthest thing from possibility.
As time drew on and the standard students had finished their attunements and declarations, the split between sword and shield seemed even. If one were to take the time to count each and every entrant to each side, they would find that it would have a slight lean towards Wund over Nero, but not notable enough for the untrained eye to catch on to. The loudspeaker would ring out once, blaring with Raja's voice, "The standards have said their piece and made their sides known, and so we will be moving on to the compacts! Proceed when ready, Compact 1."
And so they would. Much like Compact 3, the groups of Compact 1 and 2 also contained exactly eight students, as did the remaining groups that bore the 'Compact' name. While standard classes seemed to ballpark the number of students into a rough range of late twenties to early thirties per class, the eight-person groups remained entirely consistent and exact within compact classes.
Eventually, as Compact 2 had finished with its last attunement, Compact 3 was called to move towards the pillar, attune, and declare their faction. From further back, Valen - who had yet to attune - would observe expectantly, were Iraleth or Ciara there.
CAMPUS GROUNDS, LEYLINE ATTUNEMENT ZONE
The school grounds came alive with the rush of eager students. One after another, the protectors of tomorrow couldn’t help but declare their platitudes and swear their vows. Some spoke of their future glory as champions that would arise to ensure the death of villainy, while others kept it short and sweet, and more still simply saw it as their opportunity to put themselves in the spotlight for a brief moment.
Amidst it all, Raja watched on, ensuring that no matter how vapid or longwinded the speeches were, they all ended with one notable confirmation. Whether confident or hesitant, anxious or proud, all needed to say it before the near entirety of the campus’ residents. She observed the future potentials of the nation stand on the podium and, after attuning to the golden pillar behind them, would make their choices.
“I’ll become a Sword of Wund,” one student or another would state. Others would instead move to exclaim, “For I, a Shield of Nero!”
Slowly but surely, those of the standard curriculum would be filtered through, planting themselves firmly on one side or the other of the pillar. From further north of the pillar, where the group exiting the forest would witness the ceremony, the imp would groan with disdain at Iraleth's prodding, before turning back to the group while they deliberated. "Perhaps you could leave my fate until after the ceremony? Leave me tied up to a tree where I can't get away? It is, after all, a moment for your future yearbook - a glimpse of yesteryear's joyous days, innocent and full of fire. Certainly you lot would prefer that over reporting a humble shadeling like myself, yes?"
As Otis entered into the ceremony grounds as well, he'd have felt a violent glare threatening to burn into his back as he left the clinic. Gulliver hadn't said a word, nor had his plastic smile broken, but the aura of aggression was nearly tangible. This vanished as he entered the vicinity of his peers, where ideas of assault were surely the furthest thing from possibility.
As time drew on and the standard students had finished their attunements and declarations, the split between sword and shield seemed even. If one were to take the time to count each and every entrant to each side, they would find that it would have a slight lean towards Wund over Nero, but not notable enough for the untrained eye to catch on to. The loudspeaker would ring out once, blaring with Raja's voice, "The standards have said their piece and made their sides known, and so we will be moving on to the compacts! Proceed when ready, Compact 1."
And so they would. Much like Compact 3, the groups of Compact 1 and 2 also contained exactly eight students, as did the remaining groups that bore the 'Compact' name. While standard classes seemed to ballpark the number of students into a rough range of late twenties to early thirties per class, the eight-person groups remained entirely consistent and exact within compact classes.
Eventually, as Compact 2 had finished with its last attunement, Compact 3 was called to move towards the pillar, attune, and declare their faction. From further back, Valen - who had yet to attune - would observe expectantly, were Iraleth or Ciara there.
Sorry for the delay, I'll have a post up later today!
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