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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Oct 22, 2006 17:55:27 GMT -5
Ithilwen blinked. "Goheno nin (forgive me), I am still quite ignorant of your customs. As many as I want, you say?" She looked ahead, a thick mist conjuring itself up seemingly out of nowhere fogged her vision slightly, but she could still see the approaching, looming figure of the academy quite clearly. It was kind of hard to miss...
"Very well. I suppose I'll go with life skills, music, potionry, and samurai classes."
Twilight Moon Academy was exactly how Ithilwen had come to picture it. It was an ancient, yet sturdy building, probably with many rooms and corridors aplenty....and ways to get lost. Perhaps this won't be as bad as I expected
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 22, 2006 18:35:29 GMT -5
Kerret stopped over the far shore of the lake, which was lusher and warmer than its ghostly counterpart. The school entrance, its doors carved in an old pact of magic, was only yard away. "Don't worry; the first day is always the hardest," he said, searching through his pockets. Finally a stick of charcoal and some paper was retrieved, which he scribbled on. The finished result was handed to her. "Alright, here's your schedule. Don't lose it," he laughed. "I have to go now, but I'll see you later in the day. As for classes, I think Weaponry is almost over, but you could probably make it there if you hurried. Oh yeah, here!" Kerret also gave her a small orb, almost like exactly as a snowball, though at touching it the orb was hard and smooth. Then, with a twirl, a blast of wind whipped around Kerret with the force of a concentrated hurricane. When the wind died down there was nothing there.
***Ithilwen has received Schedule*** ~Ithilwen~ Pd1: Magic pd2: Weaponry pd3: Alchemy pd4: Beastry pd5: ~Break~ pd6: Master pd7: Life Skills pd8: Samuri pd9: Potionry pd10: Music
***Ithilwin has received Snow Orb*** Despite the name, the Snow Orb has the power to obscure the field with white feathers, not snow. Though the user may see through these feathers, it is very hindering to anyone the user considers an enemy. Given more than ten minutes under the effect of the feathers can result with slowed motions of the enemy and even unconciousness.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Oct 22, 2006 18:50:26 GMT -5
Ithilwen's wings folded in as she touched the ground -which was much more pleasant than that if the shipyard's- and they shrank back into her body, leaving in its place a giant tattoo of two silver wings that trailed down to her lower back. Rolling her shoulders, Valorion perched himself on her shoulder as Thalion came to a hault beside her, panting slightly. It was quite a pleasant flight, to say the least.
"Namárië, Kerret Garretway, gen hannon Calo anor na ven."(Farewell, Kerret Garretway, I thank you. May the sun shine on your path.) And just like that, he vanished in a whirl of strong wind.
Ithilwen looked at her items. This ought to be of some use in the future, she thought as she pocketed the Snow Orb her instructor had given her, patting the head of Thalion who sat wearily by her side. She glanced over her schedule briefly, then, satisifed with it, she folded it neatly, placed it in her pocket, adjusted her weapons, and headed off to Weaponry class in a flurry of white and silver.
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