Fantasy Wormingshire Stories [Reboot][WIP]

[Trevor B Harper]

ACT I: Fresh Smell



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Rumours around Lynnvale spread incredibly quickly. Swynfield was the very first one to begin debating where the incredibly huge, terrifying and powerful monsters came from. There have been many versions of the story, however, over the span of the past few years, the main one still remained that it was because of an organization of evil Conjuration wizards that want to take over the world. Many took this story in as a religion. Some were against it, refused to believe, others worshipped these wizards and hoped to get acknowledged for their devotion. However, neither one nor the other side of these people got anything out of it except for the waste of precious time.


In any case, the appearance of these monsters was not something that made the world happy. Well, 99% weren't at least. The rest had something to hunt. Hunter organizations established in at least three major nations, rounding up talented hunters and wizards alike, the military also received some major organizing and reforms.


However, the one thing that made people happiest was Wormingshire. They knew that it was trustworthy as it was already field tested some time ago against the Beetleneck Swarm. Several talented mages eradicated over a hundred oversized bettles in the span of a few hours.


Now, a new year starts in the academy. Many people stand in the middle of the Worming Square, surrounded by shops, living houses, rest stops and the academy itself. Some will drop out, some will graduate, only time will tell.

Welcome, freshmen! Today is your first day in the academy of Wormingshire. You will spend four years here, studying magic and learning as much as there is to know. However, book reading over night and constant writing won't be on your schedules. You will learn through experience, through fighting and only a little bit of reading. I have to apologize, however, I do not have time to show you around. Explore, get to know the area, each other and when you're done, go find your respectful teacher to get your first assignment or if you haven't, learn your first spells! Good day!


OOC NOTE: When you go to the teacher, tag me in the post until I assign who controls which teacher!

 

[Trevor B Harper]

@Stickdom @UniLad246 @Lekiel @Fus ro dah @Happy Red Mage @Milus @CrystalGoblets

 

[Fus ro dah]

Gabriel stood straight backed, the sunlight causing his black horn to shimmer slightly where he stood. His white hair was tousled by the slight wind that blew through Worming Square and with every glance at each person gathered here, he found it hard to not judge them. Such was the mentality of the Prince, royalty in his homeland was similar to many others. Although, he did keep his comments to himself. He probably seemed somewhat overdressed to some, his clothing pristine and two black lilies sitting either side of his horn. This was but a formal outfit, his knowledge of the rest of the world somewhat stunted outside of books and hearsay from visitors. Despite all of this, he was excited to be attending the school for magic, since he was the youngest of three he had no claim to the throne it wasn't so important if he went off into the world to do his own thing, especially if it kept his homeland safe.


The trip had been easy for him, walking some of the way but mostly in his alternate form of a black unicorn. The equine form had far more stamina than him and it made the long journey a breeze. Now here he was, amongst the commoners and peasants, listening to a woman welcoming them and giving them some basic information. His own magics were somewhat dangerous to him to use together, but he was intent to improve and prove his doubters wrong. One thing Gabriel was unsure of, was how easily he'd make friends. He didn't have many home, only highborn children who were allowed within the castle grounds. He wasn't overly close with his older brothers, so overall, it had been a lonely existence up until now. That, and he'd have to learn to do things on his own. There were no servants here to wait on him, cook his meals, make his bed, clean his clothes.


Oh by the Moon... How ever was he going to do this?

 

[Trevor B Harper]

Swain Lynn

Literally the odd one out, Swain stood there in the crowd of newcomers and thought to himself that this was a huge mistake. Even if this was the only place he could go and be welcome, it was still a mistake. He'd rather sleep in the mud behind a rose bush than have to make friends with such... Normal, people. He was certain that he was the only one here out of a mental facility and was kind of scared at the same time. He knew he was weird. But compared to these people... He's nuts.


Look, pal. You'll be fine. I can check around for you if you'd like. The black crowlith on his right shoulder spoke to Swain. Jaera was his best friend, even though it was a familiar of his which couldn't even speak, but his imagination forced him to believe otherwise.


Alright. Don't wander off too far though. He replied to the crow as he kept listening to the woman speaking in the front. She didn't even introduce herself, however, it was more than obvious who she was. Learning first spells wasn't on Swain's to do list, unless he wanted to cheat and learn even more magic before told so, but he was not that type of person. Rather, he scanned his surroundings for someone that could potentially be a conversation partner.

 

[Tice]

The Trini stood stoic still, the unemotional stare a trademark of his kind. His inquisitive stare lingered on several students, learning groups and those separate. He contemplated how they interacted with each other, if at all. He'd begin to move through the crowd, looking for the augmentation professor Veronica Lominei (attempted spelling last name). He'd rather get his assignment now to clear his day for an afternoon of study.


Originally, he was to be schooled exclusively by Trini. However, the race tends to lack magic, so his other schooling must be done alongside the mortals. It was a two-in-one scenario, as his regulated breeding beginning was an experiment of human examination. Trini enjoy learning as much as possible about species, and wanted a more personal view on the race. They did not need reporting from him as they plan on taking him for examination of his mental adaptations to the schooling. It was reasons like this that he fled, for it was simply a smarter choice. However, Wormingshire was still the place he needed to be for relative safety, so his being there was ironic in the least.


(OOC: Where would the professors be? Mingling with the crowd?)

 

[CrystalGoblets]

Aliénor stood in awe of her surroundings. She had never been this far from the clan lands before, made all the more different by her being all alone. She listened to the woman who was speaking at the front intently as her gaze roamed over the people around her. Her eyes caught a boy standing just a few people down to her left. He had a horn! This school seems like it's going to be full of some interesting people. Suddenly Peril, her familiar whom she had by the hand, made a low growling noise in his throat and snapped his teeth. Those closest to Aliénor inched away and regarded Peril and her with disgust.


"Peril, shhh. You're scaring people," Aliénor whispered to him as she tried to smile warmly at those around her. They only avoided eye contact and pretended like Aliénor and Peril weren't there. She felt a sinking in her stomach. First day and people already don't want to socialize with her. Peril made the same noise of alarm and moved closer to Aliénor, slightly bumping her off balance.


"Peril, for goodness sake! What is it?" She looked around for what might be setting poor Peril off. Just then a crow cawed from above and everything clicked into place for Aliénor. Peril had a fear of birds, as they enjoyed swooping at him and trying to pick off bits of his rotting flesh. She put an arm around him as the crow continued to flap around above the crowd.


"We'll go inside as soon as we can, I promise."


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[Happy Red Mage]

Alara stood at the end of the crowd, trying make her way through the crowd of (noobs) newcomers. Her clocket gleamed in the light as it swayed from side to side while she moved. She must have seemed like a maiden from a fairy tale with the way she moved, how her hair gracefully trailed behind her with each step, how her unnatural smile cut through the crowd and made a path for her, how she actually didn't use a smile and instead shoved her way onward. For all her credit, while she looked like a princess her personality couldn't be all the more different.


"Contractor's being awfully mouthy today." She said while looking down at the clocket. Clearly, she was also crazy. Why else would anyone talk to an inanimate object. "Fine, fine, I'll keep moving." And so the time manipulating and conceptual transforming mage trudged on.

 

[Trevor B Harper]

Swain Lynn

Jaera flew back minutes after, while the crowd was still there. People began to interact with each other, get to know names and ages while Swain was just standing there, confused, lost and quite lonely. He missed his stepbrother. However, this was not the time to play sad. He had an assignment to get. As soon as Jaera landed on his right shoulder once again, she cawed a few times before speaking once again. Though her beak didn't move when she spoke, the deep voice just came out on it's own.


Nothing out of the ordinary. Although I saw a friggin' zombie. That's going to be fun.


Looking around, he didn't see anyone out of the ordinary rather than the people who were freshmen, just like him. No zombies. Just some weird people. No professors. Swain's first guess was the academy itself, so that's where he was headed with his first steps through the crowd, wondering what this assignment was going to be.


@CrystalGoblets

 

[Tice]

Sesler parted his way through the crowd, not exactly forcefully, yet still assertively. Moving to the academic complex, he'd open a small map retrieved from his pocket. Using the directions, he'd navigate to the rim of the crowd, the large structure casting down as a looming figure. Having memorized the map, he pocketed the parchment.


He'd leave a lingering stare at those that pass by, memorizing details of many. At one point, he was bluntly asked if he had a staring problem. He played no mind, preferring to gather the information of others. When Sesler was still growing, he would've used a notebook scarcely to remember such things better. However, after his mind stopped growing outward and grew more complex, the immense memory of Trini allowed him to dismiss the journal.


As such, his packing was duly light. With a duffel bag worth a week's change of clothing, no more, no less, and a chess set, it wasn't hard for him to travel in terms of luggage. At one point, he considered an alias to live under, as he hid from the Trini. But there was simply no way to hide his immense height. Instead, he left a minimal paper trail, living off only the essentials.

 

[CrystalGoblets]

Aliénor pulled out a piece of paper from a pocket sewed into the lining of her dress. It had scrawled across it in messy chicken scratch (that was the trademark of her mother) the names of her professors.

"Lisa Waslow, professor of Conjuration and... Melissa... Frown... Frown...." She squinted at the paper as she tried to decipher the writing.


"Ah, Melissa Frownfinge, professor of Manipulation," Aliénor said to Peril as he watched her with heavy eyelids. Aliénor could tell that her Voca Familiarium spell was starting to wear off on the poor lad. She smiled at him and he bared his teeth back. Putting the paper back in her pocket, and her hand back in his, the two set off for the front doors of the building. As they were walking Peril tensed and made the low growling noise again. Aliénor's gaze flicked to her right where she saw a boy with a crow on his shoulder. The same crow from earlier...


"Oh shush, you big hunk of scared meat. It's just a familiar, I'm sure the creature won't attack you. . . Yet," Aliénor smiled wolfishly at Peril and then up at the boy as they passed. Now where in the world are her professors?


@Trevor B Harper

 

[Lekiel]

She stood there, all decked in her finest white lace blouse and skirt ensemble, complete with a fashionable albeit very durable buckled leather corset. The girl let out a sigh as she watched the dark haired woman welcome the new students to Wormingshire. Slim alabaster fingers clutched absentmindedly at the sling-backpack hanging by her side, as her other hand reached around her neck to a delicate chain to retrieve a finely crafted timepiece hanging between the lapels of her blouse. With a practiced familiarity, she flipped open the cover and stared at the intricately ticking dials. Frowning at the time, she felt a sudden unease as if someone was staring at her.


With a kind of languid arrogance, her golden brown eyes peered up from under her fringe of blonde hair and beheld a tall gangling gentlemen staring at her rather uncourteously. It wasn't a malicious stare, but a lingering emotionless gaze and she could not help but feel that it somehow legally intruded upon her personal space; if such a thing was possible. "Something bothering you?" She half snapped at him, but the boy abruptly turned away and began walking towards the academic complex. Tsk..!


Reverie glanced once more at the mingling crowds of awkwardness that were the freshies of the academy and decided that she did not have the patience to stand around like one of her father's weapon testing mannequins. Besides, one simply did not stare at Reverie Starling and expect to walk away freely.


Stashing away her timepiece back into the folds of her clothing, she adjusted her backpack before striding purposefully after the lanky boy/man who had burrowed his face into a map of sorts. Catching up to the guy was harder than expected, his strides obviously way longer than hers. Nevertheless, Reverie's pride did not allow for her to run, especially after a random stranger. Finally reaching, she stretched out a finger and tapped (jabbed) him on the shoulder (though in reality, it was perhaps a few inches below his shoulder).


"Are you new here? Is that a map? Where'd you get it?" Her voice was on the lower pitch, though she had an airy accent to her speech not unlike most of the highborn of society.


@Milus

 

[Tice]

He'd put the map in his pocket, answering in a horrendously deep voice that sounded akin to a demon. It was a consequence of not speaking much.


"I made it. After studying the school history with a few books I have acquired, the map was based on mortal practice in structural design. If they had to accommodate students for an extended amount of time, we are looking at a complex of both staffing quarters, classrooms, recreative activities, and courtyards for outdoor activities."


To be true, the map WAS drawn, and although Trini have no care for art, his methodically methods led to an abstract image of purely straight lines.


"And yes, I am new here. If I wasn't, I wouldn't need a map. Nor do I need this one now. Do you wish to keep it?"


He never spoke in quite a courteous manner, but it wasn't quite arrogant. Rather, it was a statement of fact and nothing more, almost robotic. He never hunched his shoulders nor tried to hide his immense height, unaware of the social indignity of someone looking down upon someone. He did stare at her, however, memorizing as much as he can of the obvious Royal. It made sense that a prestigious academy would render the use of the more elite forms of life. It was always a passion of his to study the patterns these individuals have compared to normal mortals.

 

[UniLad246]

~Zhurimaa~


Being small had it's advatages. Measuring at less than one foot, Zhurimaa was able to secretively stow away on passage ships from her land towards the Academy. The realm of the Pixie's was hidden between this world and the next so when she attemtped to leave, it took her quite some time to make her way through the veil. This was mostly unheard of as pixies were usually able to pass between worlds with ease. At any rate, it had been hard to track time then but when she finally emerged into the mortal realm, she was unsure of her location and it took several months for her to arrive at the academy.


During her journey she had tried to learn as much as possible ahout magic. Unfortunately her studies began in a muggy swamp with an old hag named Grulla who had been an expert Areanea Conjurer. Having never seen insencts before, and instantly becoming afraid of them, she'd had little luck jn summoning any creatures. She'd understood Grulla's concepts but her own fear held her back. So far she'd only successfully summoned a glow worm, taking comfort in it's docility and luminescence when the dark nights aboard ships would become lonely. But her determination to learn magic was strong and, after spending so many nights with the glow worm, she thought maybe these creature were misunderstood and vowed to stick with her Areanea magic.


That feeling of determination was where Zhurimaa's toughts had drifted while President Ayla had given her welcome speach to the new class of students. Zhurimaa was perched on street post at the back of the crowd, unnoticed by most of the students. She was tired and wanted to find her living quarters but since she'd spaced out during the speach she was uncertain of where they might be. Nervous and too shy to approach someone she stood on the post and scanned the crowd looking for anything that might hint at the student housing.