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Post by zanza on May 26, 2008 18:14:45 GMT -5
Soren moved through the fog carefully. He had drawn his hood over his head to keep out the chill. It was a miserable place, but he felt at home. The dark weather only accentuated his dark apparel. He moved like a wraith, his cloak floating. He heard the creak of wood that had been neglected. He looked down and saw that the normal road had ended, the sound of waves near. He squinted through the fog and sure enough, he saw ships. He stepped carefully, not wanting to slip and the damp wood. He used his staff to steady himself as he stopped.
"Now, how do I get to the school?" He asked himself amusingly. He loved Challenges.
Something was wrong with some of the ships. HIs master had taught him to sense other magic but he could only sense strong levels. The cool breeze that came with the water washed over him and he went into a violent shiver. His shaky hand reached his medicine bottle. He quickly took two gulps and started to settle down. He drew his cloak around him more tightly, his black hair falling over his eyes. He didn't spare one hand to brush it away. He sat down near a post and leaned against it.
"No sense in getting myself tired as I think of a way." He said to himself.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 2, 2008 20:59:51 GMT -5
A small child around the age of 8 walked across hardened air toward the dock. She looked extremely young but was well beyond the age of most of the teachers here. Her hair was a brilliant red and was tied into two pig tails, one on each side of her face. This split her hair and made her azure eyes sparkle brightly.
She wore a simple blue print dress with basic tulip shapes on the borders in the same blue. She wore shiny black leather shoes as well. None of this could be seen though through the fog that hid her from view.
”Part” she said, her voice oddly distorted. When she did the fog parted around. Letting her see her student and letting him see her.
“Are you Soren?” she asked him, using her normal voice.
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Post by zanza on Jun 5, 2008 19:26:02 GMT -5
Soren ergarded the ships again with a wary eye. He couldn't think of any solutions at all to get to this school. He even began to doubt it's existance. Suddenly, and made him jump, he heard an oddly inhuman voice. The fog that used to swirl around him was now gone and he felt strangely naked, his presence revealed. Recognising that it must've been magic he gripped his staff and whirled to face the intruder, if he could see it. His eyes narrowed, but then he looked down at a small girl. He relaxed his grip, but then tightened again when she said his name.
He had learned to be careful on his journey. A sick young boy made an easy target for bandits but somehow she didn't seem like a bandit. He had no idea how she could've gotten his name, or if she was any threat for that matter. But the magic had come from somewhere and either she had a master or appearances were deceiving. He decided to be cautious.
"Who are you?" He replied bluntly, trying to scan through the fog that surrounded them.
He indeed sensed something powerful but he had no idea where it was coming from. He reflexively took a step back.
"Well, I guess they were right when they said I couldn't hurt a child," he thought bitterly about his home village.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 5, 2008 19:40:29 GMT -5
The girls left eye twitched irritably from the ‘child’ comment. She was older then his great grandmother though she would never admit how old she actually was. Smoothing her dress she took a step off the air itself onto the wood of the dock. Her shoes made a soft clicking sound as they did.
“My name is Willa, and I am your master teacher. I am here to guild you across the lake to the school.”
“Are you able to find some way across or am I going to have to find something?” she asked him.
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Post by zanza on Jun 7, 2008 21:26:14 GMT -5
Soren's mind had just registered, now that she was actually on land that she had been walking across air. He scrapped the little girl idea, she was powerful. Soren's body twitched as she moved to smooth her dress. He cursed himself for bieng so jumpy. The next thing she said nearly knocked him over. The small girl, that looked no older than ten was his master teacher! He reminded himself of the fog parting and the walking but it was hard to get past her appearance.
Maybe that's why she chose to look that way, he thought.
Then her next question came and he took it as a challenge. First impressions were important and he wanted to give his teacher everything he got, even if she was diminutive. He scanned the surroundings.
"Well, we could take one of the boats, provided that the academy us across the water. But, I sense something from there so I'd prefer not." He admitted slowly. He had stayed alive following his instincts.
He looked around more, trying to see through the thick fog. He thought he could see trees in the distance.
"We could try the forest... hopefully it's better than this god forsaken little dock." He said bitterly as he raised his hand to muffle a cough.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 8, 2008 18:33:32 GMT -5
“Points on good magical thinking. Not many people think of using the forest, though it is very dangerous. A good mage always thinks of more then just the obvious. But sadly me must take the lake, though the forest is very pretty this time a year. You are correct about the boats though.”
She turned toward the nearest rotting boat and squinted, her eyes fogging slightly.
”Show thynself to all who see”
As she command, so it would happen. One by one spirits began to rise from the wood and show themselves. They stood there though, since she only told them to show, not to move. So that meant everything would stay the same to them, as if they were still hidden. They would only attack if something came close.
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Post by zanza on Jun 9, 2008 19:48:55 GMT -5
Soren smiled proudly at his master's teacher praise. He saw her turn towards one of the boats and speak in the voice of magic. Suddenly, spirits rose from the splintering wood, standing still as if nothing had happened. He took a step back, but curiousity won over fear and he stood closely behind his teacher.
"They are the presence I felt?" He asked, more to himself than anyone else.
He tried to examine them from where he stood but to no avail. He wanted to go closer, but if they were evil they would attack him.
"How close can I get?" He asked his teacher with anticipation.
A closer look at the spirits could help him fill his grimoire with more information. For a mage, knowledge was a great weapon. He hoped to arm himself as soon as possible, before entering the school preferably.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 10, 2008 15:21:56 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t go closer then we are now. Each spirit is different though none of them like the living getting close. Most of these ghosts are from men lost at sea, with no proper burial. So seeing a living person this close to water is not a kind thing for them.”
She gave a sharp cut through the air with her hand and with a weird whooshing of air the spell was released and the spirits sunk back into the boats. She turned and gazed upon the lake and checked her pink kitten wrist watch. It was getting late and being anywhere outside the school after dark was never that wise.
“Lets try and find you a way across the lake before we die from hypothermia.”
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Post by zanza on Jun 16, 2008 18:30:33 GMT -5
Soren took an involuntary step back after he heard that they might attack. He heard their story with no particular pity. One day, when he was strong enough, he would have power over the dead. He saw them sink once again into the mist. He shivered as she mentioned hypothermia. He had forgotten how cold it was with the excitement of the ghosts.
"Well, I would assume a prestigious master teacher auch as yourself would have a way. Or am I wasting my time at this school?" He mused arrogantly.
Some people found him arrogant but he was confident, confident that he could master whatever was thrown at him. He realised that his personality had rubbed people the wrong way but he wasn't here to make friends.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 21, 2008 13:12:05 GMT -5
Willa glared at the student from the sarcasm that appeared to be in his voice.
“Of course I could easily get us across, though it is better to see if you are able to do it yourself first. You learn nothing if you don’t even attempt to use your powers to cross. You must have so semblance of an idea to get yourself across. If not you wouldn’t be a good magic user.”
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Post by zanza on Jun 21, 2008 19:38:08 GMT -5
Soren was quieted by the glare of his master teacher. He was surprised that alittle girl could be so intimidating, no one had ever left him silent. He heard her talk, and then thought.
"Well, my magical power is limited, I am not as strong as I would like to be yet. If you have the power to make those dead sailor's show themselves, could you possibly command them to man the ship and ferry us across the lake? They could be used...." He said as he looked over the ships.
His specialty was in black magic, but he could think of no uses here. Destroying things wouldn't be very beneficial. He also new the basics of some elemental spells.
"I could try a summoning, though I've only read about those. Also maybe I could use Ice magic to freeze us a path but I've no idea as to how big this lake is." He thought aloud as he pondered the situation.
[Welcome back xD, I missed you D=]
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jun 28, 2008 11:36:18 GMT -5
“Look at it logically then and check off the list things that will most likely not work. You should know well that doing magic for the first time is dangerous, especially if it is a summons. And you are right, I could command a boat to ferry us across, but this is your test not my own. Oh, and the lake is 1/4 of a mile across, a fair distance but not extremely far.”
She tapped her foot absently on the wooden dock making a weak thud since it was waterlogged from the mist. She stared at the school across the mist as she waited for her student to figure out a way to get himself across.
((Sorry this is taking so long, if you want I can let you free roam with a special pass since I can’t post often.))
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Post by zanza on Jun 29, 2008 20:33:18 GMT -5
Soren almost stamped his foot in frustration. He had evaded bandits and thugs his entire travel yet for the life of him he could not figure out how to get across the lake. All forms of magic were unavailable to him, he hadn't learned anything yet. The boats were now off limits thanks to the spirits. The forest, though it was beautiful, led to nowhere in particular. His shoulders sagged. He was completely and utterly disappointed in himself. He opened his mouth but it was a struggle to talk.
"I'm sorry mistress... I can't... I can't seem to..." He cut himself off.
He detected a hint of humilioty in his voice, something that had not been there for a while. He wondered if the Teacher was out to humiliate him but he crossed that out.
"She only wants to help me," He thought as he tried to come up with a plan.
[OOC: Sorry, can't seem to figure this one out xD. When I finally get it, I'll probably kick myself.]
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jul 11, 2008 21:08:03 GMT -5
Willa rolled her eyes as she saw that he wasn’t getting it. So, she took a step off the dock and floated calmly down toward the water. She stared at it harshy then spoke.
”Freeze”
A small section of ice froze near here in the shape of a disk. The walked over to it and stood on it.
“Move“
Again as she spoke the small disk began to move around in small circles at her will. It was pretty obvious that she was dropping him a major hint.
”Melt”
The disk melted back into water and she walked up the air like a pair of stairs and back onto the dock, to wait to see if the child finally figured it out.
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