Noster

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

I'll be away and unable to post for the next week.

@Dead Cruiser

Damn. So should I just pretend FL isn't in the room?

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Dangit, of course I was busy for hours before and after the next plot post! I was able to get my next post up so that's alright I guess, but I need to crash, it's 2 am here O.o. I shall be more punctual about checking this thread tomarrow and onwards hopefully. Good rping everyone! :D

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Box #435 Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe Whilst curiously glancing around at the commotion, Sylus was startled by the Headmaster calling to Professor Aldura to "Do the thing," whatever that entailed. At the professor's grand entrance and even grander speech, Sylus began to get a bad feeling. Something tells me this will be even more interesting then last year's 'Icebreaker', he thought, I'd probably better steel myself. As the trio of numerals on his paper began to raditate with magical energy, sylus attempted to clear and calm his mind, to prepare himself for whatever twisted games headmaster ler-Briar had in mind. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself in a white room, with no exit, and two other inhabitants. I don't like how she said ' now prove your worth.' Sylus thought. He reflexively reached for his bow as he tended to do when caught by surprise, but he then lowered his hand again, deciding it might be a bit better for his health, not to mention far more polite, to introduce himself first. There's a chance that the others don't want to fight if they didn't know this would happen... right? "Greetings, err... gentlemen" He said as jovially as possible, but inevitably botching it as he gawked at the eerie-looking metal monstrosity that had appeared here, taken aback by the sight of... him? It? he recognized the other being in the room, a second year he saw around last year but never really met. He must be a third year now... if so I'd really rather this not come to conflict. He shook these thoughts from his mind, attempting to look friendly and calm. "I am called Sylus. I hail from Lucius, and I infer that you two must be from earth. T'is nice to meet you." He bowed to them in greeting. @Tyrant From The West

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Sylus filed into the large, beutifully decorated assembly hall along with his peers. he glanced around at some of the other students as he found his way to the rows marked for year 2 students. he sat in the first empty seat he came across, setting his backpack beside his feet and straightening himself, and thinking 'I wonder what the headmaster's speech will be like this year... I highly doubt it will be less harsh at least. As the spotlights suddenly sprang to life and centered on the stage, the room gradually fell silent, and Sylus dutifully focused his attention on the figure making its way on stage. Even though Sylus had been exposed to Headmaster ler-Briar's rather, well, 'interesting' personality for an entire year so far, he still wasn't accustomed to it. I don't think I'll ever get used to his boisterous attitude... or his deceptive appearance the elf found himself thinking as he bent down in his seat and grabbed the piece of parchment underneath it. The number 435 was written on it. Sylus wondered who he'd be paired with this year as he glanced around at his peers.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Time to read character sheets. EDIT - Oh thank christ i didn't get placed with anyone lame lolololol. DOUBLE EDIT - Might not be able to make a post till tomorrow cause tiredzone. Sorry Noster

@Tyrant from the West

That's totally fine, i've got lots of time on my hands so whenever you can post i can prolly reply. Btw if i'm reading this right we're in a group of 3 with frontal lobe. uneven number of chars so at least one was inevitable. This shall be fun and interesting :D

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

That's a bit of a shame, sad to see you go Drew. Anyways, will be posting shortly.

@Jedly

Yeah that's unfortunate, but life happens. Also: Awyiss, we're moving a bit faster now

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Sylus squinted and covered his eyes as they adjusted to the blindingly stark-white landscape before him, his body shivering in response to the sudden extreme drop in temperature. "I cannot wait until the weather changes... This cold is nearly unbearable," he found himself saying as he took in the familiar, but still surreal, alien architecture that stretched out below him. he looked beside, in front of, and behind himself, watching as more and more griffons parted ways from the group he was clustered in, narrowing down to the students that were to be his peers. Most of the students he could immediately make out details of were clinging to their transportation for dear life, or generally seemed to be in some state of shock or awe. He inferred from this that there must be quite a few first years in the mix, more than the following year even. After some time of passing academy after academy he recognized the much more familiar silhouette of The Academy of the Arcane Artes in the distance, and began bracing for his descent and landing. Sylus's transportation hovered in place for a bit before beginning gradual descent to the landing area. Once on the ground, he dismounted the griffon and collected his things from its claws, nodding in appreiciation towards the beast before it flew off again. He idled for a moment, glancing at the other students landing nearby, picking out any familiar faces and studying a few of the unfamilliar ones. As the speaker system crackled to life, Sylus was stirred from his curiosity by the realization that he needed to get inside to the main hall promptly, both because of the imminent first-day ceremony and the fact that he was utterly freezing. He briskly joined the throngs of students heading into the main building, to begin what would inevitably be an eventful school year, for better or for worse.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Alrighty, Jedly is apparently doing the thing right now. So anyone who hasn't posted an intro should probably do that. Though I suppose you could just kill two birds with one stone and handle both the departure and arrival in one post, but eh.

@Grey

I would like to point out that jedly logged off 2 hours ago without posting anything.

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Sylus Moriam Rays of sunlight, in hues of gold, orange and red, began to peek through the treetops, bidding the humble abodes that lay nestled in the branches just below a good morning. Sylus stood up from a sitting position at the realization that it was dawn, brushing his long white hair behind his shoulders, fastening his bow and quiver to his back, and checking inside his pack once more to ensure all he needed was there. Once satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder and took out his smoking pipe, loaded it with tobacco and lit it. The white tiger that lay curled at his feet stirred, lifting her head up towards Sylus, looking him in the eyes with piercing deep blue ones of her own. Her voice, a gentle feminine tone that echoed in Sylus’ mind, chided him, saying “Your father would hate to see that you took up such a habit, Master.” Sylus glared down at her, not in the mood to be scolded by such a layabout. ”I am aware of that, Nalia, but t’is the only thing that can calm my nerves at times like this.” “Relax, Master.”, Nalia replied, “Treat this day like all others before it, and you will do fine.” “That is easy for you to say. All you need to worry about is your next meal and finding a warm patch of sun to bask in.” Sylus looked away from her, having nothing more to say. Nalia knew he was awful with goodbyes, and he’d already said his parting words the previous evening, to her and to everyone else. Just hours ago, he had left the the gathering at the Chieftain's hall that took place every time any resident of Caeldiron’s Rest left the village for any reason, no matter how long they would be gone, be it weeks, months, years, decades or centuries. He had nothing more to say, to anyone within earshot at least. he put out his pipe, put it back in his tobacco pouch and spoke into the morning air. “This will be my second year at the academy. I will reach greater heights of my abilities, and I will take every step necessary to surpass you, Father. I promise you, I will be a gatekeeper just like you, and I will return here one day. I will keep my promise to mother, even if you could not do the same.” He said something very similar to himself one year earlier, on a morning very much like this one. The academy was worlds away from here, both literally and figuratively. Last year was an equally overwhelming and refreshing experience, and he knew this year would be no different. Within the hour, a griffon would land right before him, to take him within the black gale, to the Academy. He wondered if it would be the same Griffon as last year. He hoped not, as he was not the greatest conversationalist among beasts, repeating “Just hold on and be silent” to all of Sylus' inquiries. although, thinking back on it, perhaps he simply was not used to being spoken to by a student, as the beast-tongue was not a common gift, even among Sylus’ people. At last, after a seeming eternity had passed, he began to hear the beating of wings and gallant screeching of a Griffon. “I have arrived, student” echoed within his Sylus’s mind, the screech given meaning by his Druidic bloodline. The beast landed before him. Sylus mounted the beast promptly, opting not to make conversation this time, as this griffon exuded the same no-nonsense attitude the last one did. “The second year… I almost cannot conceive of it” Sylus found himself muttering as the great beast flapped its wings and gained momentum, emerging from the treeline and careening towards the great rift in the sky once more. Thoughts of what the coming months may hold weighed heavily on Sylus’ mind, so much so that the scenery seemed to shift and change even quicker than the year before. Eventually, he was stirred from his daydreaming by the Griffon's change to a downward momentum, the Academy gates looming below.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

holy shit it's around 11 pm here and i follishly haven;t been checking this thread for a few hours cuz i thought tomarrow meant in the states tomarrow, but nope, appearently there's lots of europeans and such here. *cracks knuckles* intro post time biotches!