Skyhunter
Bringer of Change
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In this RP we will be following after characters wanting to get into the Ryken Academy, a school for those wanting to study in arcane and (nearly) illegal art forms. The school has lowered its standards on letting more join since they almost allowed a powerful artifact out into the public and now want to get back on good standing. Of course, it isn't so simple, the participants still need to go through a test of sorts.
7:55 AM
Upon entering the entrance of the academy, anyone would see there was a few people waiting for this test to start. For those that participated in the underbelly would have been told that the test would have been starting at 8 am, in this courtyard stood an elderly man and beside him would be a stranger man that looked like his form was constantly changing. Mainly his left arm and half his face, almost like an illusion. The two were talking amongst one another, the other wizard was speaking with kindness while his younger partner was looking snarkier and more serious.
In this courtyard there would be about twelve other attendees, looking to join this pristine academy, anyone coming in would have a few minutes to meet or hang out alone if they wanted to. By the gates, Arthur would be standing against the wall, watching these new people, he was wondering if the people he met in the Underbelly would join or not. He did see a couple of familiar faces from the Underbelly already here, a few people that got saved. Arthur's eyes scanned over the two talking professors, he knew of these two, they both were professors here at the academy, the stereotypical looking wizard was an old mage named Orphus, a self-taught mage, apparently, until he got older. Orphus had a lot of power in his old bones, he was able to extend his own lifespan through his devotion to the magical arts, now around two hundred and forty years old. An impressive feat, no doubt. Arthur has gathered too that he does care for this academy and its people, always pushing his students to do more and do better. Although he tends to be a bit too pushy, almost as if he rushes everything.
The man next to Orphus is possibly the most powerful mage here, a master illusionist, except this mage was able to turn his illusions to real beings, environments. It caused a lot of strain to do so but still a very powerful ability, it made this man dangerous. Darven was his name, capable and hard working. It was said that he once was ambushed by a group of bandits, he made himself look like a god to scare them, then perceived to have it look like they were dead, and their souls were separated from their bodies as they watched this dark god eat their crying corpses. Scaring these bandits and dooming them. Darven was able to walk out of that with all his possessions, theirs as well, and finally with their minds broken. Arthur didn't rust Darven much, he was snarky, pompous, and douchey. But he knew his powers were, well, powerful. He was a great professor that being said.
Arthur sighed; he was wondering when that mercenary he hired just recently was at, Rowan Thorn, he didn't know where that Baxtor went and nor did he care. His arm was broken, fool got what was coming to him, Arthur thought, he wasn't in his right environment, should have stayed in his ivory tower while playing teacups with lords. Bah. Arthur's eyes rised when he saw movement at the gate entrance.
In this RP we will be following after characters wanting to get into the Ryken Academy, a school for those wanting to study in arcane and (nearly) illegal art forms. The school has lowered its standards on letting more join since they almost allowed a powerful artifact out into the public and now want to get back on good standing. Of course, it isn't so simple, the participants still need to go through a test of sorts.
7:55 AM
Upon entering the entrance of the academy, anyone would see there was a few people waiting for this test to start. For those that participated in the underbelly would have been told that the test would have been starting at 8 am, in this courtyard stood an elderly man and beside him would be a stranger man that looked like his form was constantly changing. Mainly his left arm and half his face, almost like an illusion. The two were talking amongst one another, the other wizard was speaking with kindness while his younger partner was looking snarkier and more serious.
In this courtyard there would be about twelve other attendees, looking to join this pristine academy, anyone coming in would have a few minutes to meet or hang out alone if they wanted to. By the gates, Arthur would be standing against the wall, watching these new people, he was wondering if the people he met in the Underbelly would join or not. He did see a couple of familiar faces from the Underbelly already here, a few people that got saved. Arthur's eyes scanned over the two talking professors, he knew of these two, they both were professors here at the academy, the stereotypical looking wizard was an old mage named Orphus, a self-taught mage, apparently, until he got older. Orphus had a lot of power in his old bones, he was able to extend his own lifespan through his devotion to the magical arts, now around two hundred and forty years old. An impressive feat, no doubt. Arthur has gathered too that he does care for this academy and its people, always pushing his students to do more and do better. Although he tends to be a bit too pushy, almost as if he rushes everything.
The man next to Orphus is possibly the most powerful mage here, a master illusionist, except this mage was able to turn his illusions to real beings, environments. It caused a lot of strain to do so but still a very powerful ability, it made this man dangerous. Darven was his name, capable and hard working. It was said that he once was ambushed by a group of bandits, he made himself look like a god to scare them, then perceived to have it look like they were dead, and their souls were separated from their bodies as they watched this dark god eat their crying corpses. Scaring these bandits and dooming them. Darven was able to walk out of that with all his possessions, theirs as well, and finally with their minds broken. Arthur didn't rust Darven much, he was snarky, pompous, and douchey. But he knew his powers were, well, powerful. He was a great professor that being said.
Arthur sighed; he was wondering when that mercenary he hired just recently was at, Rowan Thorn, he didn't know where that Baxtor went and nor did he care. His arm was broken, fool got what was coming to him, Arthur thought, he wasn't in his right environment, should have stayed in his ivory tower while playing teacups with lords. Bah. Arthur's eyes rised when he saw movement at the gate entrance.
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