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ok. that's fine. i was just curious anyways.

how about a demon possessed teacher of the Summoning/Dark Arts course.

also.. I need to be able to post daily. not weekly or monthly. I like active threads with writing and proofreading. Occasionally, I understand. But I don't want a pictogram of emoticons, or a grammar lesson in bed spelling and punctuation...


I have high casual hopes for this role play as far a writing quality expectations. I would like to see daily posts from members, but I am not one to demand them as I realize this is a hobby for many and including hard deadlines can often turn people away.

I am unsure about the demon possession. Largely due to that seems like something that would be hard to have everyone ignore and I am looking for this to be starting out as a more slice of life for the first arc or two of the role play.

Are you thinking maybe at a point down the line your character were to get possessed? That could make for an interesting plot point.
I think I would prefer we try to avoid cannon characters.

That said if you have something specific you are wanting to explore I'm happy to listen.
Church’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Ayla. The winds that tugged at his coat mirrored the chill in his demeanor. He had always been a man of duty, and that duty now conflicted with the emotions he had been poorly managing to keep at bay.

“A wise decision,” he finally said, his voice steady against the rocks and wind surrounding them. “Stay clear of the official building will mean you should head a little more inland. Keep to the road, but do not share the books with anyone. While we are in the wilds there are few protections should someone want the books. It’s best you remain unseen; however if the men inside are to ask I will simply say you are a confirmed passenger and make no more mention.”

He gave her a final, curt nod, the formal acknowledgment of a command given and understood. There was no warmth, no comfort in his words—just the precise instructions of a man who had already distanced himself. Without waiting for her response, he turned on his heel and began his ascent toward the lighthouse building.

The path was rugged, worn by countless gusts of wind and water over the years. The lighthouse stood as a single block of a building, its light dimmed during the day but ever-present through the use of rock and magic.

As he approached the weathered door, Quinton could see a small group of men waiting by the entrance. Their dark, practical clothing marked them as members of the guild—men who had spent years in the service of trade and protection, their faces lined with experience and a wariness that came with it. This was not a post men would volunteer for and so the personalities found were rarely ones full of warmth and welcome.

The captain nodded to them as he reached the door, the men stepping aside to let him pass. Inside, the lighthouse was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of salt and oil. The men gathered around a large table strewn with maps and ledgers, their conversations halting as Quinton entered.

“Captain Church,” one of the men greeted him, a grizzled veteran with a scar running down his left cheek. “We weren’t expecting you so soon. Is everything in order with the ship?”

“The ship is fine,” Quinton replied, his tone measured. “But I have some concerns regarding the passengers. There’s been some... odd accounting.” He said and then continued. "When the guild sent their final tally we were a few seats short. We had an addition come on later; however, the fact that the guild was off by as many as 3 seemed uncharacteristic. What was the passenger count reported to you?

The men exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. The captain knew they were assessing the situation, weighing the risks and benefits as any seasoned guild member would.

“we have you leaving a week ago with cargo and passengers totalling 34,” the veteran said after a moment. “You are saying you arrive with 33?. Any specific instructions?”

“Make sure the supplies are offloaded quickly,” Quinton instructed. “As for the passengers, yes currently I have all hands accounted with 33 including the late addition.”

The men nodded in agreement, their understanding of the unspoken orders evident. They were used to dealing with delicate situations, and this one was no different—at least on the surface.

Quinton lingered for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to the woman he had left behind on the shore. He couldn’t afford to let emotions cloud his judgment, not now. There were too many unknowns, too many dangers, and he had to stay focused. This guild had his ship hostage through the blood agreement; however, the agreement had accepted the false name the elf had given him. He was bound to deliver her to her destination, but without one clearly stated what did that even mean?

With a final nod to the men, he turned and made his way back out into the daylight, the weight of his decisions heavy on his shoulders.
Excited to have your interest Sadie!
"He identified me an elf on the very first day. He knows of my skill, though none of the identities I shared with you.”

At this the Captain was surprised. So far as her story had gone he was under the impression she had fooled the entire crew. Now he learned that a secret such as this was being hidden from him and by a senior member of the crew. Thinking about it he did stop to consider if hiding the fact that she was an elf was a dire act against him. He would give Bart a chance to explain himself when they got back, but for now he simply nodded and finally said. "Interesting." His tone was one he summoned from a very icey depth of his character.

Once they were on the boat the crew lowered them down. They had noticed the Captains demeanor and as if feeling the cold air coming off him remained mostly quiet as they lowered them into the waters. Once floating on their own Quinton took the oars and placed them on their notches and began to row them towards shore. The coastline lighthouse was perched on a large rock just off the beach head. It was a warning to ships that they were entering the fogged coast which was a notorious section of the coastline that suffered from dense fog that hid many rock.

As he rowed in silence Quinton turned from looking right at the elf, to his ship, and then to the lighthouse. They were only fifteen minutes in the water by the time he had gotten them most of the way there. In his anger he realized he had exerting himself perhaps a little more than he should have, but all he needed to do was remove his outer jacket and he found himself cooled and resumed rowing. When they made it to the rock island he threw a rope to a man waiting by the dock and then got out. He did not offer to help the elf out and instead left that to the sailor who helped them tie up the boat.
Captain Quinton Church watched as Ayla made her way out of the cabin, her words lingering in the air like the fading echoes of a storm. He could see the toll her demonstration had taken on her, the exhaustion etched in her golden eyes, and the weight she carried. Her request was not unexpected, but it was a delicate matter.

He stepped towards her the room back to his desk which made him pass close enough to feel the continued scent of her magic latch back onto him, the juniper being the most powerful but the cedar wood being his preference, and spoke in a low, even tone. “You have my blessing to continue concealing your identity,” he said, his gaze steady as it met hers as they were now only inches apart. “I don’t expect the passengers to understand what you are or what you’re capable of. Fear often comes from ignorance, and there’s no point in stirring up unnecessary trouble on my ship.”

He paused, considering his words carefully. “But remember, Ayla, I have placed my trust in you. That trust has not been earned, nor is it easily kept. Prove to me that you are more than an elf with snakes words and oil for sale.”

With that, he stepped back, giving her space and then opening the door to the deck where he made a quick exit. He walked out and back to the boat which now was ready for their departure. "Don't forget the books Miss Brooks," the faintest hint of a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knew the challenges ahead would test them all, but he could only hope that this elf could keep her determination through every wave they were about to crash into.
Absolutely! I want people to feel free to explore any idea of a teacher that they have!
Captain Church watched Ayla closely, his sharp eyes narrowing as she began to demonstrate her abilities. The mixture of scents that filled the cabin—the pine, sage, cedar, and juniper—created an almost sacred atmosphere. The coolness radiating from her hands made him pause, a sensation of deep relaxation washing over him despite the situation.

In his lifetime Quinton had witnessed magic, true magic, maybe three or four times in his life. The first was when he saw the ship under his feet take on the magic stone in agreement with The Guild and the other few times were for high Noble weddings he had been invited too. What he had just witnessed from Ayla was entirely different.

Her magic seemed naked not in terms of effect and potency, but due to a complete lack of pageantry. In the past the ceremonies and traditions surrounding the use of magic made them a spectacle and an occasion. Never before had he seen someone conduct magic in such a natural state.

He remained silent as she held her hands out to him, her fear palpable, her vulnerability laid bare. The tear that slipped down her cheek did not escape his notice, but he made no move to acknowledge it. When she finally spoke, her voice a mere breath in the tense space, he let the silence stretch for a long moment.

"Ayla...," he said her lips finding their way through his lips for the first time, his voice low but steady. "I don't doubt the truth in your abilities. What I doubt is your judgment. You kept this from us, from me, when transparency is what keeps us alive out here. In your actions you have created a very shaky position for not just my crew and ship, but my very life."

He stepped back slightly, creating space between them, though his gaze never left hers. "But I am not unaware of the gift you just showed... Prove your worth, show that you can be trusted. If you can do that, there may still be a place for you on this ship."

His tone softened just a fraction, though the sternness remained. "But make no mistake—this is your only chance. I will not tolerate any more secrets. If you truly wish to stay aboard, you will need to earn back the trust you've lost. Do you understand?"
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