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Post by SolsticeWolf on Jul 31, 2008 16:09:05 GMT -5
"Elthomancers?" Blythed asked in a questioning voice, he had never heard of them in his life. But he knew that there was more that went on out side the palace walls then what he was taught about.
"I would love to hear more about these Elthomancers," Blythe said clamly. He wasn't sure if he should tell them about who his family was but he didn't see any harm in it, "And to answer your question, I'm the Prince of the Gryphons and heir to the throne."
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Post by earlyrose on Aug 1, 2008 2:18:11 GMT -5
"Well, I'm honoured to meet such an important person. In answer to your comment, I don't know much about Elthomancers myself. I was hoping here in the school I will learn about my gift: I have been searching many old books to even find a mention of my art but there is no trace." Nathaniel shrugged. Gyrwn continued her cold staring at Blythe. She'd never like royals. They had a habit of being hot headed and arrogant. Ah well. Times had changed. The last time she'd known a royal family was in 126 AD, after all.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Aug 1, 2008 7:03:33 GMT -5
"If this school is a good as the council says it is maybe someone in the school will be able to help you like you mentioned." Blythe sighed and nodded at the same time, "After all thats why we are all here, according to the letter this school was created so we can learn about our selves. I know you said not to worry about your friend, but I do have another question does she have a problem with me?"
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Post by earlyrose on Aug 1, 2008 10:21:36 GMT -5
Nathan smiled sardonically, "I hope it is as you say. And Gyrwn: She has a problem with everyone, arrogant and vain as she is. Don't lose heart about her attitude... if you don't like her being here I can dismiss her anyway." Gyrwn glared at Nathaniel irritably. Being reminded of her servitude didn't lighten her heart. Nathan returned her gaze calmly. She narrowed her eyes but did not comment; this conversation bored her. Nathan could summon her again when some action started anyway.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Aug 1, 2008 22:23:12 GMT -5
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Name: Old Gray Title: Defense Teacher Age: 548 Gender: Male Race: Wolf (Native American Spirit Guide Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Gray Height: 6'5" Weight: 165ibs Birth Date: 4th of June, 1460 Birth Place: near the great lakes
Personality: Amongst the other teachers, he is quiet about his past and about many other things in his life. Though, he tends to listen on a lot of people's troubles or griefs and finds ways to sooth them or help them out by solving their situation. He is an expert on survival and combat, he was taught by the great tribal warrior in his tribe on when it is the time to fight, and when it is the time to retreat and regroup or recoupe.
History:
When he started to grow up, Gray was immediately put into survival training amongst the warriors in the tribe. It seemed that the tribe was at war with some creatures and it was vital for Gray to learn how to survive. Through out the years, once he finished survival training with remarkable skills. Soon after he was put up with the most strongest, best warrior in the tribe, and the warrior began to teach not only Gray, but the other young ones, how to fight and when to retreat from a fight.
After many more years of training, while several conflicts with the enemy, Gray and a batch of warriors that finished combatives training, were sent out to ambush their enemy. What little do they know, was that the enemy, nasty...disgusting trolls, had one powerful ally with them...a black dragon with deadly power. Gray and his men ambushed the trolls but was soon caught off guard by the dragon. Gray could see how the dragon turned one of Gray's warriors into ashes by one powerful blast from the dragon's mouth. In survival and combatives training, this was the moment to retreat, and with the order, from out of twenty warriors in Gray's team, only eight of them came out alive, retreating to the tribal grounds, warning the leader of the encounter.
And now, ever since the warning was given out, all the Blue Eagle tribe been doing...was running. They haven't fought the trolls in years, as they avoided them, and ran away from the mountains up north, down to the south where they would be away from the dragons. And now, Gray has found a school of many different creatures, his tribe has hidden itself and now Gray wants to give his knowledge of survival to the younglings here at the school, so they won't end up being one of the warriors turned to ashes, like the ones Gray saw many years ago.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Aug 2, 2008 12:28:04 GMT -5
"No, no its fine." Blythe replied in a apologetic voice, "Your friend doesn't have to leave I have nothing against her, anyway my title doesn't mean anything here I'm an equal just like you and thats the way I prefer it."
He smiled some still trying to convince that he wasn't as bad as he looked. "The one thing I do believe though is no matter the person is that everyone is treated with respect as they would like to be treated."
All the while they were talking a wolf that was one of the teachers had sat near a column not too far from where the two students sat talking to one other. He watched them with a cheerful look on his face. At first glance he would look like just another animal from the forest surrounding school and thats how he liked it it gave him a chance to observe without being a intemendating instructor that some students might loath. After awhile of just sitting and watching he spoke in a cheerful voice and asked, "Hello you two, have you been invited to the school?"
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Post by earlyrose on Aug 2, 2008 16:03:52 GMT -5
((I was wondering, could Gyrwn know Old Gray from her previous master who was a shaman in his tribe, and Gyrwn, amoung others, be one of the spirits summoned to help fight the trolls? It would also mean he could teach Nathan a bit about the Elthos's powers, and add something interesting to the plot.))
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Aug 2, 2008 16:21:06 GMT -5
((Sounds like an interest idea to me, you can go with that if you want))
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Post by earlyrose on Aug 3, 2008 11:55:16 GMT -5
((Thanks!)) Nathaniel turned in suprise and bowed his head to the stranger, "I have indeed. Pleased to meet you, I am Nathaniel Fitchberg," he said graciously, holding out a hand to shake. He felt a bit embarrased after realising the wolf didn't have hands to shake but paws. He felt remotely like a dog trainer. Not that he actually knew what it felt like. Gyrwn smiled to herself; this must have been the largest amount of meeting and greeting people Nat had ever down at one time, and he really was bad at it. However, the nerves Gyrwn could clearly see and Nathan clearly felt, didn't show to others, just a confident superiority. It was only then that Gyrwn examined the wolf. Whatever the mythic was, it wasn't obivous at first glance, but Gyrwn had had experience of Native American Spirit Guides during a period of a master who was a shaman in an African Tribe. In fact, this wolf looked remarkably similar to one that had been in the tribe who's shaman had commanded her. So similar that Gyrwn wondered how long Spirit Guides lived and how much time since then had actually past. She blinked, slowly, "Old Gray?" She'd not been that close to the Guide, or in fact the Shaman that bound her, but she recalled his name. It wasn't often she remade former aquaintences; most people she had met were dead when she was summoneded by her new master. Or in a completely different place. Old Gray, however, was evidently neither.
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Aug 5, 2008 11:16:43 GMT -5
Blythe glance between Nathaniel, Gyrwn and the new comer. He moved over closer to greet the Wolf that he thought was from the surrounding forest, " Same as well with me, I'm Blythe Quigely" He shifted into his half form, wearing jeans and a polo shirt to be more comfortable, "But I'm afraid that we haven't seen much of the instructors."
The wolf nodded to all of the and continued to speak in his cheerful manner, "Thats wonderful to hear! Welcome Nathaniel and Blythe" Old Gray was a little shocked that one of them knew his, but just smiled and nodded when he slightly remembered her. "Yes indeed my name is Old Gray and I'm one of the instructors at this fine school." He tilted his head to the side and eyed Gyrwn and spoke in a curious manner, "Miss you look vaguely familiar have we met before?"
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Post by earlyrose on Aug 6, 2008 3:57:22 GMT -5
Gyrwn stared at him with her strange eyes and nodded slowly, "I am Gyrwnethcalsindarinutar, 2,467 years old djinn. I served under your shaman in Southern Africa. Back then I may have been known as something different but you were not," Nathaniel stared at her, "You know him?" She rolled her eyes, "No. I know of him," Nathan shrugged. It was the same to him...
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Post by _midnight_ on Aug 7, 2008 11:37:02 GMT -5
((I am wondering. Would a wraith be suitable as well? ^^ He would however live amoung humans, pretending to be an old man instead of a young wraith. (for several reasons ^^) ))
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Post by SolsticeWolf on Aug 9, 2008 23:16:28 GMT -5
((Heya everyone one sorry bout the wait in me posting had a few things that had come up that couldn't be avioded. Early rose just wanted to let you know Old Gray is from North America not South Africa just wanted to let you know so others wouldn't become confused. I love the idea Mid, you can diffinantly go with it, they sound like an awesome addition to the group. )) IC: Blythe didn't say anything he just stood there looking dumbfounded that those two could of know each other. Of course he knew some things about spirits after all Gryphons were in a protector of tombs. But thats where things stop because of who he was he was just taught never had any first hand experience with them. He cocked his her head to one side and look at the Wolf with curiousity, "If you dont mind me asking Sir, from where do you hail and what are you? I ask because my senses tell me me you aren't obvisously a dead or a type of spirit Ive ever heard of." He looked to Gyrwn when he heard the way she talked to the one called 'Old Gray,' things were becoming more preplixing by the moment and the school hadn't opened yet but rather then asking her he looked too Nathaniel, "What exactly is she again?"Old Gray chuckled some as he heard Blythes and Nathaniel questions, "Ive known many people during my life young one, and I do believe I know which person you speak of working with in my tribe. But I never kept track of everyone then, but it is good to know there is connection to the past. And to answer your question Gryphon, I'm a Spirit Guide from a Native American tribe, I help guide people down the path and that is why I'm a teacher at this school."
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Post by earlyrose on Aug 11, 2008 5:10:40 GMT -5
"She is... well, I call her an Elthos, because they call me an Elthomancer," Nathaniel shrugged, "She never really says." Gyrwn took the moment to step in to save Nathaniel further showing off his lack of knowledge of his own skills, and seeing that the curious gryphon would only settle for an explanation, she spoke up. "What I truly am is something we ourselves barely comprehend ourselves. In our language, eltho means our being, our conciousness. Mancer can mean summoner; a necromancer summons dead, a pyromancer summons fire, and so on. Therefore Nathaniel's art is to summon our consiousness into this world. But since there is not a word for us in your language we took the name djinn, which means basically a genie. Weaker spirits we call sprites, and the most powerful enities are," here she reddened slighty, "... fish. It, er, means something different in our language. I hope that explains me a little," she smiled thinly. She decided he didn't need to know of her powers other than switching forms. Even Nathaniel had barely grasped her real power. Nathan sighed, "It took her years to tell me all that; yet she tells you all at once." "Yes, well, you can control everything I do. It's a different situation entirely," She replied, looking indignant.
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Post by _midnight_ on Aug 12, 2008 9:10:31 GMT -5
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Name: Mizqalundo McDeladry Title: none Age: 58 (You may find him looking different; As a wraith seemingly 22 compared to humans, and in disguise he tends to look 85-ish.) Gender: Male Race: Wraith Eye Color: faintly green Hair Color: White Height: 1.93 meter ~ 6’3” Weight: 68 kg ~ 149.6 lbs Birth Date: December 13, 1963 Birth Place: South Uist, Scotland. Appearance: ((I shall describe him as he is among humans; Disguised as an old man, since he will arrive like this at the front gate. He might change his appearance when it’s generally discovered he is not an old man but a wraith. You may find that his human appearance and his wraith appearance seem to look exactly the same, only that the human appearance has adapted itself more to his disguise, actually having wrincles and such. But since they are so much alike, and because his feet are hidden anyway, he prefers to use his wraith-appearance. He only uses the human appearance when he could be found out or when he has no other choise.)) Mizqalundo -or Mizqa- disguises himself as an old man to hide his real appearance. Or ‘to hide his beauty’ as he would say himself. He doesn’t go anywhere without the long darkwooden walking cane. A thin but long cane that appears to have a cobra-like snake on the top, seemingly ready to attack. It was a gift from Vio, of who we shall speak more in the history part. He –as many wraiths- likes to wear a long hooded cloak, colored black, but clearly old through the many years of usage. Mizqa’s cloak however has got sleeves though, almost a bit similar to the cloaks he saw the jedi wear in the star wars series. But when he would put the hood over his head, his face would barely be visible trough the shadow, something he rarely does. The cloak is quite long and drags over the floor. This is because –since he’s a wraith- his feet aren’t fully materialized all the time, which causes him to ‘float’ just above the ground. So if he moves, he does not need to move his legs, but he can just float forwards. He mostly does this instead of walking, even though it’s slower. Actually walking requires him to materialize his feet, which demands him putting energy into doing so. Thus he mostly just floats instead of walks, and he keeps his cloak long enough so that nobody will notice this. It is also the reason why he is a silent person; he does not touch the ground so he doesn’t make noises when walking. (it seems that shoes adapt this half-materialized state when being worn) Underneath this cloak, rarely shown for mostly he keeps his cloak on, Mizqa wears thin and loose clothing, almost as if he had indeed got a beer belly, creating this illusion with merely clothes was something he was quite proud of. A dull grey dress up shirt, buttoned down until the end with a black dusty clip-on-tie on the top. His loose beige pants were slightly too short, showing a pair of white socks. This was something he noticed many old people did and which he hated doing himself, but which he sacrificed for his disguise. On his feet were old worn grandpa-shoes that had clearly been worn for too many a year now. Mizqa has grown a large, show-white beard. It looked a bit santa-like if not that the beard wasn’t curly and ran out in a sharp tip. He had also let his hair grown long. The straight white hair reaching almost halfway his back. He let it grow to make his ‘old appearance’ more realistic and to hide the fact that he did not have wrinkles, like the old humans did have. He also wears several rings on his fingers, He has typical ‘wraith-hands’, as he called them himself. Quite long bony fingers with long and sharp nails on them. It was typical indeed. Wraiths were always rather slim, never actually reaching the fase of being fat due to the fact that they drained energy from others.
Personality: Mizqa will do many a thing to keep his true nature hidden, for he knows how people react when they notice he is a wraith and not a human being. Mostly since Wraiths are known as evil spirit-like creatures and are closely connected to horrorstories, something he likes to laugh about. But because he’s never accepted as a wraith, he disguises himself as an old man. (He also does this for another reason though, check ‘history’.) And he’ll go far into doing this. Despite his length, he even tends to lean forward a bit, to make everything just that tiny bit more realistic. Even though he is still a young person, he adopted many of the ‘old man characteristics’. He tends to talk on and on sometimes, complain about things, throw fits about nothing, forget some things,… These are things he normally does on purpose, but which –due to pretending to be an old man for many many years- have grown into him a bit and which he once in a while may tend to do unintentionally as well. But despite all that, you may generally find him to be a calm, friendly person when you are friendly to him. He mostly manages to hold his anger or dislikes to himself but does tend to make comments once in a while. Also, you may want to watch out for him, as he is still a sly and slick person sometimes, who likes to mess around a bit or play a game with people once in a while. His feedings are quite important to him, and he will actually try to piss someone off for it if needed. The people he care about do mean a lot to him though. He tries to be there for them –even if he knows only little how to do that- and he refuses to ‘feed’ from them (see history) unless he can’t otherwise. What may be interesting as well; he has lived his whole life in Scotland, yet has not really got a Scottish accent in his voice.
History: ((First of all, let me explain something about the wraiths and their way of feeding. It’s something I read somewhere, interpreted myself and which I’m going to use in this roleplay. Just a warning, it may not appear fully like this on the wide internet. The wraiths are not dead spirits at all, they are actually alive and are mystic creatures and thus –like most mystic creatures- they can live very long, unless killed or murdered. They however do not feed on food, but live on emotions and strength of the living beings around them. They absorb the energy that is pushed out during these emotions. The most useful ones being anger, sadness and happiness. Especially an angry creature pushes out a lot of energy, which can be easily absorbed by wraiths. Without the energy and strength from others, wraiths would not survive. They can however, also drain energy from some creatures. Mostly old ones, for they don’t really have the strength to resist to it, while younger ones do. This is why many wraiths can be found near old people, draining bits of energy once in a while to survive. It can of course happen that they drain too much, or get too greedy –as it is known that the energy is the strongest the closer you get the moment of their death. The last energies a creature has, are also the strongest. That is why a wraith can get greedy and and drain too much, causing them to (accidently) kill that person. This only works on really old people though, ones that are already somewhat close to their point of death. This is also why some elderly people claim to have seen a wraith before they die/ when they barely survive a near-death-experience. This all seems cruel, but is only a matter to survive for a wraith and is perfectly normal. It is also easy for them to try and get someone angry to feed on the energy of the anger that grows in that person. If you have any questions about it or so, feel free to ask ^^ ))
Even though he was born in South Uist, Mizqa, together with a befriended female wraith, moved to a small town in the hills. They were still young however, and got too greedy on people’s energies. They drained and absorbed too much, causing some people to die. They didn’t think about disguises, they didn’t think about anything yet, and it was soon found out that they were wraiths. People got scared, saw them as demons, omens of death, evil spirits, and so on. They were not wanted there.
Therefor, it did not take long for both of them to move away from the town. This time they did think about everything and moved to the grand city of Edinburgh t. As soon as they had moved there, they had disguised themselves as regular humans, wearing long coats and cloaks to hide their feet, which were an easy indication they were wraiths since they are not fully materialized. Each lived in a separate apartment in the same apartment block and they had decided to disguise as old people. They had done so, so Violunya (Vio, the other wraith) could succeed in her plan to get a room in an old people home, so she could feed whenever she wanted. She succeeded in doing so, and Mizqa went to ‘visit’ her at least once every two days. And once in a while, they would let themselves go too far while ‘feeding’ there, causing the death of someone in the old people home, something that was not looked strange upon since many humans died of old age. It was the perfect way to feed all you wanted and not be caught. Mizqa and Vio were close friends and were together a lot, even if it meant Vio had to say she was ‘going for a walk in the city’, which was allowed in the old people home. She was more or less the only person he had that he could call a friend though, and his days were mostly dull and boring. He stayed inside his own apartment a lot as well, trying to train his own strength by working out a bit. Even though he didn’t pretended so, he was in quite a good shape. He also read a lot of books, both fiction and nonfiction, causing him to know a lot. He did a lot of individual things actually. But well, he had time enough to do whatever he wanted anyway! But all of that seemed to change when that one letter arrived…
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Intro post: “Maaaaan! Mizqa!” Vio had jumped up from the bed after Mizqa entered her room and closed the door behind him. She had instantly dropped her act of being a weak old woman and got to her energetic self, the way Mizqa knew her best. “You look like you’ve been told you aren’t allowed in this old people’s home anymore.” She added and laughed loudly, took the walking can he was holding and laid it besides hers. “Come on, dude, tell me. What’s the matter.” Mizqa on the other hand wasn’t so cheerful. He gave a small sigh, reached down into his pocket and handed her the letter he had only received that morning. Grabbing it, Vio yelled out: “Wow! The seal of the council! Way cool man!” and she ran to the bed and took a seat next to her friend who had just silently taken a seat on the bed before her.
But her smile soon disappeared. When reading the letter, she fell silent just as he had done before. But unlike him, Vio tried to hide it and smiled. “Hey!” she said turning back to him, “that’s great news! I mean, not everyone gets invited!” “Yes, I know that. Besides, it’s not like I have a lot of options here, now do I?” Mizqa had replied and looked back at her. He had been invited to the school as well, and both of them knew exactly what that meant. The chances they’d see each other again were very small. “You know”, Vio tried with a teasing tone in her voice, “I bet there are a lot of students there, and that means there are a lot of emotions going around. You’re going to live among a meal for kings! Besides, when are you leaving then?” Her attempt to cheer him up succeeded and caused Mizka to flash a quick smile. “Yeah,” he said quickly before looking down, “and I’m leaving tomorrow. I have to catch the boat in the evening.”
This caused a small silence to rise in room number 27. Vio didn’t really know what to say to this. She was sad, and he knew it. “Hey…” she tried, “How about you go ask downstairs at the reception if you can stay here this night? Because you’re moving away and stuff? I’m sure they’ll allow you to. It’s not like they don’t know you!” Miqa laughed. She was right about that. He had been here almost every day for the last years now. They knew him very well by now. He was sure he’d be allowed to do that. “Yeah.” He said with a smile. “I’d like that. I like that idea. Hey. What about eh. Since this is our last night together, if we let ourselves go? One more time? Just like the old days!” Her eyes opened wide and sparkled. She knew exactly what he meant. “You devious wicked evil man.” She replied, but she held a wicked smirk herself. “I’d love to.”
That morning, Miss Stevens from room 26, and Miss McReath who lived in room number 28, would no longer be found breathing.
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With a groan, and heavily leaning on his walking cane, Mizqalundo stepped forward, followed by three young men dragging with a few suitcases. He had sold most of his possessions and furniture in his old apartment and only took the most important stuff with him. He would buy be able to everything else he needed with the money he had gathered over the many years, and with the money he had gotten from selling most of his stuff anyway. When at a little distance, he stopped and looked at the big gates. “good heavens…” he mumbled to himself before starting to move again. When he reached somewhat closer to the gates, he let out a loud cough, which seemed to disturb his balance a bit. Then he walked forwards, slowly, only noticing the other people quite late. Three, he counted, and a wolf of some sorts.
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