"Well, you are capable of some thought, in some areas at least. Yes, they were told you were here, and why.
Did you bother to ask them to clean your stall? I would assume the only reason they would not have done so on their own would be if you had been occupying it at the time, or afraid to disturb your things.
I suppose it never occured to you to clean it yourself?
As to why Garris placed you in that particular stall, why did you not simply ask for another?"
::He waves a hand as if not expecting a response.::
"No bother. You are still here, which shows some degree of dedication to your training, if not care for your conditions.
Good.
Cleanse yourself as best you can. There should be buckets in there with water you can use. Once you are done, meet me in the courtyard."
::He turned to leave you and walk back to the courtyard to wait.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Ah, finally a nice bath would do him very good. He undresses and cleanses himself good before cleaning his armor real quick and gets dressed again. Feeling better he made his way to the courtyard to meet with the Magi again.
Ready. What is next?
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::Alexander stood from his seat on a stone bench and approached Redblade.::
"Well, you are not AS offensive anymore. Let us begin."
::He gesture behind him to the center of the courtyard. A stone fountain is there with cool, clean water spilling down from it. Set at the corners, near the fountain are four stone pillars with fire burning atop them. The sun is at its highest in the sky and casts its light upon the world below.::
"We shall begin by testing you aptitude. You claim to want to learn Magick. I want to see what you know already. All the elements of magic are present here.
Show me what you are capable of."
::He steps to the side to give you room. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Sorry for sounding on the offense earlier. I'm just used to everyone treating me like trash, and I just tend to speak things the way I see them. Like you said, people don't take kindly to dark magic users.
I did have in mind to clean my "room", but not when my training could have started at any time. I wanted to be at my full strength to prove myself for the tests to come.
Having said all that, let me show you what I know.
He calmly walks over to the fountain and stands in front of it. Taking a deep breath, he takes a deep breath and focuses on the shadows of the fountain On the ground. Redblade was a novice at this, but he had to try. His hands reach out to the shadows and he tries to extend them hopefully to reach for master's shadow and combine them if he could.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
"Magick is powered by one's mind, not their arm, Master Viette. No strength of body body will give your Arts more power. You must learn to train your mind. Focus your thoughts.
That is the Path to greater Workings."
::Alexander stood and watched as the perspective pupil tried to bend the shadows. The sun being high made the shadows small, but dark. Easier to "take hold of" but difficult to move through the bright light that shone down. But move they did, the effort hitting Redblade like carrying a heavy weight in the hot sun. Slow and steady they reached for the feet of Alexander himself.
He watched as the shadows progressed towards him at the urging of Redblade. He had half expected to find the boy had no talent at all, and this was some ruse to gain lodging for a night. It was good to see that he actually possessed the Gifts he claimed, though raw and new that they were. There was potential...::
"Good.
Now ease them back, slowly. Show me control."
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
The masked man nodded. "By one's mind" he thought to himself. "Focus your thoughts", that was the key. This was a lot harder than he had thought. He was clearly exhausted by the little he had barely done, but he was not going to give up now. Sweat coming down his face, arms trembling to keep the shadows steady, he knew he had to relax or he would fail. With a whisper, he said....
"Focus"
He lowered his left arm to his side while still keeping his right arm up aiming at the shadows in an attempt to guide them. His mind cleared for a split second as he imagined the shadows slowly returning to the way they were before.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::Redblade could feel the tension in the Shadows. It wanted to return to its previous state, but without your careful working it would have snapped back like a stretched rubber band suddenly released. Manipulating the Shadow was not difficult, it was the control. As if sensing this realization, Alexander speaks.::
"Any dabbler in the Arts of Magick can toss their element about with wild abandon. Should you wish to progress, you must learn control and focus. Power alone is not enough. It must be given proper direction.
Should you join our Order, the path will not be easy. There will be much and more asked of you.
Are you sure this is what you want?"
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Control and focus. Redblade meditated on those words for a second. Much work had to be done to become the person he wanted to become. His eyes looked upon the Magi.
I understand. This is what I want sir. No matter how's long it takes our how hard this path will be, I'm willing to do what it takes to become a master at this.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
"Understand there are expectations that must be met to maintain your position here.
Hierarchy must be maintained. You will be respectful to those above you and assist in the training of those below, should you rise.
Our secrets must be kept. What occurs within our walls and within our Order must not be told to those without. Knowledge is a power all its own, and punishment will be severe for those that share it with the wrong people.
You must be dedicated. We expect you devote time to your studies as required. Perform services asked of you. And avoid distraction that would hinder your studies if possible. We are not the only Faction within Wistvale or the world beyond. Some are large, and some are small. However, join us, and we will be your only allegiance.
Again I ask...
Are you SURE this is the life you want?"
::His gaze locks with your as he studies your face when you respond, looking for any signs that would reveal hesitance or lies.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Taking in the words from the Magi, Redblade thought for a few seconds contemplating his next response. This was a bigger decision than he had originally had thought. He was unaware of the factions, but it would matter not, he had already made his decision.
With his right hand he reached for his dagger while his left comes up and has the palm facing up.
With my blood I give you my word, ... Master.
The dagger is placed on the palm, before it is grabbed by and pulled out, cutting His skin open. The pain runs up his arm as he bleeds. He bows and kneels down on one knee, face looking down tTowards the ground, hoping his words and actions are accepted by his mentor.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
::Alexander merely watched the display. When Redblade's head bowed, a smirk flickered across his face.
Perhaps there was some use in this boy yet.::
"Rise, Master Viette.
Welcome to the Noctis Venator.
I shall have someone come show you to your room. You'll find it not much larger than the stall from the night before, but far more clean."
::He began to walk inside, without waiting for Redblade.::
((Congrats, new member. I'll update your file.
Go ahead and start yourself a room in the homestead area. You can use that for your personal growth and training along with the usual downtime posts and such. We'll save this thread for general interaction between members.
And take 3 acclaim for the RP...))
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Ama woke up invigorated, and almost as excited as a kid on Flarbmas morning. After saying goodbye to the masked man the previous night, the young demoness had returned to her and Van's little haunt, and fell asleep straight away upon the not-so-uncomfortable mattress on the floor.
Once she was up and out of bed, Ama raced to the nearest bath house to freshen up, then raced to the just-opened marketplace to grab breakfast, of which she ate plenty. If, like Shamrock Gnomes had said, this Noctis leader was going to put her to through her paces, then she was going to need to be fully energized.
While at the market, Ama asked a merchant where she might find this magical school of learning. With an instant look of horror, the merchant attempted to talk her out of her madness, saying such things like: "A young lass like ya'sef shouldna be pokin' ya nose around that place" and "It's your funeral" before reluctantly pointing her in the right direction.
As she approached the building, Ama could see why the superstitious and fearful would avoid this place. Luckily, this Haisheth didn't believe in such silly nonsense. Passing through a set of iron gates, the blue-haired girl ascended the steps that led to the large double-doored entrance.
This was it. As soon as she knocked there would be no turning back. A few butterflies awoke in her stomach. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then...
::After a few moments, the sound of someone on the other side of the door can be heard. You hear locks twist and something shift before the door begins to open and a tall pale man in servants atire stands before you.::
"Good morning, ma'am. Welcome to the Guildhall of the Noctis Venator. Researchers of the Esoteric. How may I help you?"
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.