Kaldun - Magic Academy RP (Fantasy) - Open - Started - Main Thread

[booksv2]

Jake Crasha

When the girl throws his coat back and looks at Jake much like he thinks the north wind would he meets her eyes and blinks.
That was neither requested nor required... but the thought was a kind one. Here's a kind thought in return: stow away your toys and save the sorcery for Kaldun, you're worrying your future classmates. First impressions are delicate things.

"Ay, first impressions are delicate things. But eventually the long looks changes them. I appreciate the advice none the less."
Taking his coat back and rolling it around his gauntlet he opens his pack and pushes them both inside. Looking at the girl again he nods at her clothes.
"You're going to need some better clothes for winter areas anyways. Better sooner than later. Just saying."

Turning to rayis he looks around and sighs softly.
"It would seem in my excitement I messed up. Well, nothing I can do about it right now, but maybe in the future I can see about doing something to change opinions of me."

Lean against the rail and sit, looking out over the multitude of kids, male and female, human and trison. Looking over at the girl who gave his coat back he smiles thinly
"Well, look at that. We have a bonafide noble on this boat. I wonder who got paid for that to happen. Well... I guess that's a tad unfair. He may have the skills to have gotten here all on his own without aid from parents or anything like that."
Shrugging and looking at the people still on the ground he tries to decide how much longer, roughly.

 

[Korten12]

Rayis Ezel

Rayis had been sitting silently and watched the events ahead unfold. ?Once we?re in Kaldun it won?t matter much if your Noble or not. They don?t follow the laws of other lands, only their own. Teachers are the rulers; we?re simply students, privilege to be there. I doubt he will get much special treatment.?

He sat there silent and then added a bit more, ?If he had been paid in, then well. I guess even the mighty can fall.?

 

[booksv2]

Once we're in Kaldun it won't matter much if your Noble or not. They don't follow the laws of other lands, only their own. Teachers are the rulers; we're simply students, privilege to be there. I doubt he will get much special treatment. If he had been paid in, then well. I guess even the mighty can fall.


Nodding slowly and smiling.
"True true. Once there all that matters is magic power and versatility, and anyone can be the top, not just a royal."

Lean back against the rail more and move slightly to get comfortable. Looking at the line of people still to get on the boat,
"I wonder how long its going to take for us to start out trip to Kaldun."

 

[EnigmaticSevens]

I wonder if he realizes how much he contradicts himself, Lyra mused over this little nugget as the young noble plodded along. He resented the word 'little' yet admitted that he had no lands, no armies, and none of the power he claimed he valued. What lord could be smaller? He spoke of duty, and Lyra doubted he truly had any grasp of what that word meant. She sighed heavily. She'd hoped for more, really, though as a rule the nobles of this era were lacking. Nevertheless, a few amongst them could recall glimmers of their true purpose, a few remembered that ruling was an art, not a right, and that the true ruler, was first servant, and second artist. This Kazma's prospects looked rather dim. Thus far, Lyra was unimpressed.

"No, little lord, I am not in the habit of making assumptions, merely observations, and it will take more than words to correct those," Lyra closed her eyes and breathed deep of the sea breeze once more, letting the salty tang of the ocean scour away the fluff and pomp, leaving behind only the raw, aching truth. This boy's entire situation stank of some attempt on his father's part to better him, mold him, shape him into a proper successor, through force if necessary. Not the most brilliant method of crafting a suitable heir, but it was an old enough standby with typically reliable returns. If this great Wolf truly wanted an unremarkable heir out of the picture and this was his solution, the man was an idiot. IF the goal was to be rid of the boy entirely, he'd of killed him. There were any number of 'unfortunate accidents' that could befall a young noble far from home..., "What qualities do you possess, Kazma of House Bastion, that would make you a better ruler than your father? Why should his vassals bend knee to you and not to him or whomever he chooses to succeed him? Why should the people of his lands toil, sweat, and bleed for you? By what 'right' would you demand his holdings, and how worthwhile is that 'right'?"

Lyra held up a hand, a gesture to preemptively silence any rebuttal the young noble might be conjuring up, "Do not be in a hurry to answer those questions, Kazma. Just think about them, truly think. The answers may surprise you."

Ahh but she owed the lad something more, did she not? He'd answered her question, an answer in turn was only fair. Very well, she would give him one, though answers from Lyra betrayed little and typically served to stoke a soul's curiosity all the more. She had a certain way with words, a way that turned them, twisted them and used them to drill into the depths of the mind. Most people spoke just for the sake of it, as though they were in desperate need of dispelling some massive internal pressure. But Lyra's words... served a purpose, and they did not return to her without fulfillment.

"I will tell you a story, little lord, listen closely. In the High Lands of the Far North, beyond the reach of the Ascendancy and the Matriarchy alike, where the shores are rocky and kissed by winter all year round, there existed a small fishing village. Long ago, the young people of this village were known for partaking in a strange tradition. More than a mile from the village's shore there stood a small island, ringed on all sides by sharp rocks and vicious currents, so that no boat could near it. But perhaps, if one was brave enough, foolish enough, one might swim to the island from the village shore. It was said, that special stones littered the island, black and smooth as glass, remnants of old magic. The youths of the village made a sport of braving the artic waters and swimming towards the island, all for a piece of magic stone and a moment of glory. Many tried, many died, none succeded. Eventually the village elders put a stop to it, and for a time, the island was forgotten.

Decades passed, old elders died and were replaced, and the youths became mothers and fathers, and passed stories of their old follies to their children. One boy listened to the old stories with particular interest. He was small for his age, quiet and sickly. There seemed no vital spirit in him, and many thought the soonest plague would carry him away. But the boy lingered, and grew. In time, he defied the old rules and hurled himself into the ocean, driving his body along like a slave, desperate to touch the island's shores. Perhaps the boy was stronger than he looked, perhaps the gods were kind, but by some miracle, he reached the island, plucked one of the strange stones from the sand, and swam back to the village shore. He washed up on the beach half dead, half drowned, body blue from the cold, and a black glass stone clutched in his hand.

The villagers asked the boy, 'Why did you go out there to die?'

Yet even as the boy's strength faded, he merely smiled and replied, 'I didn't go out there to die, I went out there to LIVE.'"

Lyra's story came to an end, and for once she turned to Kazma and looked at him directly, a strange, chilling intensity lingering in that gaze, a cold fire in bright blue eyes. For a moment that flame blazed, and for a moment, it wasn't difficult to imagine that that flame might leap forth and devour all the world, "Limits, Kazma. Men and women are defined by their limits, they exist to be broken."

The young woman turned from the little lord and chuckled lightly, the old fire dying down somewhat as her gaze swept back across the ocean, back towards the destiny that awaited each and every soul aboard this ship, "I will cut my teeth on Kaldun, it should be interesting to see whether it breaks first... or I do."

 

[Deu Sex]

"The villagers asked the boy, 'Why did you go out there to die?'

Yet even as the boy's strength faded, he merely smiled and replied, 'I didn't go out there to die, I went out there to LIVE.'"

Erik listened from the side to Lyra's tale intensively. He waited until she finished talking to Kazma before speaking himself.

"I imagine the boy must have been very disappointed when he found out he had almost died for a chunk of obsidian." he said, turning to face Lyra. "I'm assuming that's what it is, since you said "black glass" and the island you described sounds like it was volcanic in nature. Most islands in the deep North are, since the properties of the earth there are unstable." Erik thumbed the bronze stag head of his cane a bit. "My mother used to own a scalpel made of obsidian. Shined like black gold but didn't do anything magical. Aside from peeling flesh really good."

He then realized that he had suddenly jumped into a conversation between two people who didn't even know who he was. He took his fingers off the cane's head and held his hand out to both Lyra and Kazma. "Hi, I'm Erik."

 

[Korten12]

Rayis Ezel

It wasn?t long after Jake spoke that the last person got aboard the boat. Looking into the distance it was a similar situation with the other boats. One of the crew stepped outside from the interior of the boat to make an announcement. ?We?re setting out; everyone must come into the interior. Once we have finished up top, you will be able to come back out onto the deck if you wish.?

Rayis stood and turned towards Jake, ?I think that answers your question.? Without saying anything else he and many others headed towards the entrance to the interior and walked inside. Walking inside and down some steps he could see various rooms with bunk beds and such that he could only assume would be used by the students. Or at least he could hope. Overall it wasn?t anything impressive but he didn?t expect it to be.

Turning more so towards the front of the boat he found a small table with a few chairs around it and decided to sit down.

 

[booksv2]

Jake Croga

I think that answers your question.

Nodding and standing he walks after rayis, stopping because of the massive influx of body's he waits till most have walked inside. Stepping in the door and walking down the steps slowly he looks around.
Well, that's not to bad. At least its out of that wind and we can rest some in those beds if we wish.

Looking around more he can see rayis walking to a table to sit down. Having spent some time with him already he looks around more and walks down the middle of the large room. Saying hi to others and shaking their hand when he can.
getting to the back he looks back over the room, blinking in surprise at how full it is and how many people have gotten onto the boat without him realizing. Walking back down the room he snags a bed and jumps onto it, laying down using his pack as a pillow.
It's probably going to be a long trip. May want to be well rested before getting there.

 

[King Kazma]

Kazma gazed out over the docks, he really was thinking about her words as much as he was listening to her tale. He'd thought plenty about this for months now, but how to express it into words to this inquisitive well spoken girl? Someone else cut into their conversation while he was still thinking, Erik if he had heard correctly. "The boy didn't live Erik. He did die for a pointless rock, and very selfishly. Now one less man to help feed his family, chop wood for the fire, tend the animals. All because he wanted to test himself, or maybe it was just for the glory like the other boys wanted. Whatever his reasons, they were wrong. With him paying the ultimate price". Kazma stepped about to see the face of Eric, to see the one who had so much optimism about the world. He shook the still strangers hand. "Kazma Bastion. I hope Mr. Eric you take this lesson to heart. Common sense will keep you alive. Its amazing at all that boy made it back to shore at all". Kazma looked up at the dark clouds rolling through the sky. "And I'll think on your words Lyra, I'll have an answer soon enough. For now, it seems we must retire to the interior". Kazma gestured to the cabin doors.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Either way, aren't you a little short to be a ghost?"

"Right, there it was." Gaius looked to the sky for a second, seemingly counting on his fingers. "That was... 1 minute, 9 seconds for the short joke. Which I have, unfortunately, heard before. You talk slow. And are a bit of an asshole." Gaius beamed, and looked over the edge with the boy, at the fog and the ocean. Gaius' own personal element. He could never understand his colleagues enthusiasm over such things, but perhaps he was jaded.

"Well, I'm off." He announced after a few seconds, wandering off and whistling. Luckily, the captain gave an order, everyone to the interior. Gaius seemed to have gained his sea legs already, but he had to suppress laughing at those who hadn't.

Interiors weren't exactly special, he'd seen true decadence on his trips out with his father. Brief respites, wasn't smart enough to take his nose out of a book. Perhaps if he had, he wouldn't be here today. Perhaps he'd simply be assassinated by his siblings, wouldn't that be fun? He chose a desk with a kid on it, looked nervous enough.

"Mind if I sit here?" Gaius asked, once he was seated across from him.

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

The boy who'd attempted to startle Petrichor into falling over the side of the boat seemed offended at a short joke.
There is no accounting for hypocrisy, I suppose.
The crew announced that the students needed to go under decks, so the sailors could work. He glanced about, shrugged, and headed in.
There were bunks here. Thank the gods.
He quickly claimed one of his own, and laid down to finally sleep.
He found his thoughts turning to the boy he'd talked to.
I hope he isn't really angry with me. Making enemies when we've not even left the harbor, what would my mother say.
He rolled over and dozed off, thinking of his home: next to his family, heading off to far destinations, instead of stuck in this creaky boat.

 

[Korten12]

Rayis Ezel

Rayis looked at the? Boy? He was quite short but he wasn?t sure they were young either. Anyway he didn?t want to say anything that possibly could offend them so he simply nodded his head, ?Uh? Um sure, I?m R-Rayis Ezel, and you?re?? He asked.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Uh... Um sure, I'm R-Rayis Ezel, and you're?"

"I am many things. Right now I'm a bored, and too far away from my families money to do much about that." Gaius looked around, tapping the sides of his chair and humming.

"... I'm also Gaius Orvar. Father's important, I'm less so. And a summoner. Seemingly the only one." He sounded a little frustrated about the last bit, but his face never changed, his faint smirk all but plastered in place. "Waiting for a friend? Or just waiting to land?"

 

[Korten12]

Rayis Ezel

So this guy is also from a noble family? That?s two thus far, he thought to himself. ?T-There will no doubt be more Summoners at K-Kaldun? As for waiting for someone,? he said and then shrugged. ?J-just hoping the ride isn?t too long. What about you? Just bored or something else??

 

[EnigmaticSevens]

A voice chimed in an added its two cents to Lyra's little parable. The icy young woman cracked a genuine smile and shook her head softly, allowing herself a small chuckle, "A pleasure, Erik, Lyra. Those words paint you either charmingly coy or remarkably dense, I suspect it shall be quite amusing to see which proves true over the next few months. You're quite right though, magic lives in people. A shiny rock is just a shiny rock at the end of the day."

The sailors put out a certain call, and slowly but surely the youths began to clear away, retiring to the lower deck. She nodded as Kazma's gesture urged them follow suit, he was a polite enough fellow, even if he hadn't caught the full grasp of her words, "It has been a treat, little lord. Though I should mention, I never did say the boy died...."

Lyra took her leave, strolling away towards the lower decks, feet as sure on the gently pitching deck as an old sea dog's, a sense of ownership in her stance and manner, something regal drawn about her shoulders and trailing languorously behind her more majestically than any coat or cloak. Some people needed distinguished names to lend credence to their nobility and others did not. Some people we ruled by the ever shifting currents of life's strange oceans, and others mastered them. This was simply the way of things, Lyra knew which side of the line she stood on. After all, Lyra remembered.

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She remembered the boy on the beach, the smell of the sea on him, how he staggered as she helped him to his feet. She remembered the strength that lingered in him even in this weakened state, the steel unbending that would shake a village to its core. She remembered the boy, and she remembered the man. The man who would whisper sweet things to her on dark nights, the man who would forge an empire. Lyra remembered him, though he was buried a thousand years before she was born. She knew him as the girl who helped him stumble back towards the village knew him. A salt water puddle reflected the couple for a moment. The girl did not quite look like Lyra, neither did the man, bun in the set of their faces and the blue of their eyes were echoes of the scion to come.

Lyra remembered the man, and she remembered the chants of the people. The voices that had called him weakling and fool now rising to new heights to give him glory.

"All hail the Chevar Ye. King of the Ever Winter Seas and the Northlands."

 

[Deu Sex]

"Kazma Bastion. I hope Mr. Eric you take this lesson to heart. Common sense will keep you alive. Its amazing at all that boy made it back to shore at all."

"Common sense will keep me alive. Totally was not aware of that." he thought sarcastically. He didn't say it out loud since that would be rude. Instead he nodded. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind, Mr. Kazma." he said with a slight smirk.

"A pleasure, Erik, Lyra. Those words paint you either charmingly coy or remarkably dense, I suspect it shall be quite amusing to see which proves true over the next few months. You're quite right though, magic lives in people. A shiny rock is just a shiny rock at the end of the day."

Erik smiled back at Lyra. He was a bit confused but what she meant about him either being coy or dense, but he certainly seemed to have made a positive impression on her. Better than how most conversations with girls went when he was younger. As the others on board started moving below deck, Erik briefly followed behind Lyra.

"The pleasure's all mine miss Lyra. I don't believe I'm charmingly anything though, so I suppose it's the latter." he said. "I'm not clever yet, but I'm working on it."

Erik eventually entered the belly of the ship, breathing in relief as he took a seat. Across from him two other boys were seated; one the shy fellow he saw earlier and the other a dwarf. Seeing someone shorter than himself was a surprise to Erik. The two seemed to be making smalltalk, so Erik decided to sit idly by and eavesdrop a bit.

His eyes wandered towards the window as he sat and listened to their background conversation. Even though there was no sun to be seen through all the gloomy clouds, it was clear that the sky was getting darker. "Must be getting late...probably time for my medication now." he thought. It was probably earlier still than Erik assumed, but better to take his drugs sooner than later. He produced a small red vial from his coat pocket, uncorking the top and holding it up to his mouth. After the liquid content passed through his throat, Erik placed the vial aside and breathed out.

 

[Ruedyn]

"T-There will no doubt be more Summoners at K-Kaldun... As for waiting for someone.

'Either cold or I am far more intimidating than I thought.' Gaius sighed quietly, looking at the kid who just sat down, raven haired, commoner looking with a cane.

"J-just hoping the ride isn't too long. What about you? Just bored or something else?"

"Hm? Oh, yes. Exactly that." Gaius looked up, snapping his hands and creating his favored pet again, Cancer, under the table. It skittered over to the new kid, poking the back of his leg.

"And who are you, if I may ask?"

 

[Deu Sex]

Erik nearly jumped when he felt something suddenly jab him in the leg. Look down with a surprised look, he saw a walking piece of ice that resembled a crab. He brought his cane around and jabbed Cancer with the end of it. It was intended to hurt the creature, and probably wouldn't considering how hard the ice looked, but rather to bother it back.

"And who are you, if I may ask?" Erik turned his attention back up and saw the dwarf he had spied a few seconds ago. "I'm Erik Gwent." he said simply. "Who are you?"

 

[booksv2]

Jake Croga

having been trying to take a nap until the boat got to its destination the constant buzzing in the background behind his made him roll over and stand. stretching and looking around at the crowd of people in the hold now he raises an eye at a small ice thing over by a table poking someone.
looking around more he places the wind filled girl and the noble. stepping into the flow of people Jake moves along slowly he walks past people talking. listening to scraps of conversations along his way. not stopping to join in any of then just listening.

 

[King Kazma]

Kazma scowled as Lyra left. Her story was a farce, the boy would of been dead after a few minutes of jumping in. Unless he used magic. But her story suggested none. So it was nothing but a fairy tale. Erik himself seemed to have also disappeared. So be it. Kazma moved further into the ship, pushing through groups of the others.

 

[Ruedyn]

"I'm Erik Gwent."

'Now please give me reason to remember it.' Gaius gave a diplomatic nod, beginning to turn back to the stuttering boy when he asked the usual counter-question.

"Who are you?"

"Gaius Orvar, nobility, summoner, ruggedly handsome hero of the realm, I really just did go over this." Gaius looked back to the kid, he had lashed out on his little buddy. It skittered back to him, and he dropped his meager baggage into the thing, a small ripple made it's small form shudder as his clothes and such froze into place at the center. It dashed over to the beds to deliver it's package as Gaius kept eye contact with the cripple.

"And what of you? Style of magic, noble family, anything note-worthy?"