The Kethencian College of Magic RP

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"And I'll be the pride of the Pendragon family."

[Philote]

I move throughout the different stations, trying out my different motes.

At several stations, the Scrying, Illusion, and some others, I look cluelessly at how to solve the task.

At the fire station, I end up lighting the floor on fire, while at the water station I succeed in dousing myself.

At the Earth station, I am slightly successful in shifting some stones, though this was not what the station wanted. Finally at the Protection station, I create a shield of light outlining my body.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "Indeed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta search out that storm school booth."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy slowly realizes that he has apparently finished early. He ponders how best to spend his time, and decides that it is best spent shouting encouragements to random people.

"You can do it! Heal that finger!"

"Go on, go on, those rocks are chumps!"

"Hey, don't feel bad, there are other schools in the sea. Of magic, other types of magic. Not fish. That confuses me sometimes to, don't worry about it."

"Great job with that....," Billy starts, before realizing that he knows this person. "Oh, hello Mr, Zauber! Nice Shield, you're a natural!"

Giving a thumbs up, he moves away to look for someone else who needs his help.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Zaleramancer]

Scrying had shown he could see half a second into the future.

Now, all that was left was.. Summoning.

As he approached the station, he tried to banish the feelings of nervousness. He could do this.

He carefully read the instructions before beginning the Incantation. The words seemed strange, yet lyrical. As he reached the crescendo of the spell, the Automaton pointed towards the chalk circle in the floor.

A tinkling sound filled the air, like broken glass.

In the circle a scrap of paper appeared. Tiberius reached out and snatched it, holding towards his face.

He smiled and announced, "My first schedule.." He tucked it away before it got lost again.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Oh, yes...this is much more like it." Wulf grins, as electricity crackles through his fingers. The Storm School was certainly for him.

But, before he sealed the deal, he wanted to try out a particular spell that caught his eye.

"What's this, then?" Wulf was awed by the spell.

"Let's see...looks like Greek. Rhabdos...Astrape?" Wulf waved his metallic wand about a bit.

GGGRRRRRRZZZZZZZAP!!!

 "WHY THE HECK WOULD ANYBODY MAKE A SPELL LIKE THAT???" Wulf cried out in pain, coughing out a ring of smoke.

A female Storm Zealot at the booth giggled, "When you use the Lightning Rod spell, try pointing your wand at someone ELSE next time..."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Asoka: "You two... I will have to keep watch on you both. Now for meditation."

Asoka went to a clear area in the room and pulled out of her bags a wooden katana to start her meditation. As she moved throught the motions she closed her eyes and concentrated on each movement.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The headmaster is suddenly behind Asoka.

"Your...erm....meditation will have to wait a few more minutes."

Several older students enter the hall. Each one had one of the 16 symbols for the schools of magic on their person.

"These are the student heads of each school. They'll be showing you to your dorms."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy is, again, first in line, positively bouncing with excitement.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Head of the Death Magics School was a lanky young man who seemed to be the embodiment of Goth.

"What are you so excited about ya little screwball?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Asoka: "Understood, headmaster."

Asoka put her wooden katana back in her bag, then walked over to the student with the symbol for fire on them to find out what would happen next.

[Philote]

"Hello Headmaster, Would you like to formally assign me to my school?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Female Head of the Fire School was ready to greet the students. Her bright red dyed hair and loud attitude seemed to intimidate some of the students.

"Alright you punks form up over here!"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Oh, everything sir. Absolutely everything."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Indeed." Wulf says, looking at Asoka sideways, as he heads over to the head of the Storm School. His subordinate, a lovely mage, points to a line, a few feet in front of him, and Wulf headed over to be first in line.

The Head of the Storm Mages, whose name was later revealed to be Capheira, is beautiful, with long white hair, piercing gray eyes, and a lithe, graceful, elegant form. She doesn't say a word, but her stoic, grim appearance alone commands the utmost respect.

That and the literal storm cloud of dark, doomy-y darkness that looms over her head.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Asoka chuckles: "Heh, this is my kind of teacher. The school year will indeed be nice."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Not really...I'm not too big on formality. Besides, I think you've already made up your mind on which school you want to follow."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"You're awfully cheery for a Death Magic user..."