The Crystal Tower

[Hyzenthlay]

[This is a mages tower where appretices learn spells. Treat it like a school/ library or whatever. You can be whatever age and from whatever background. Any species that has been invented can take part e.g- Drarves, Elves, Orks, Werewolves etc.]

Isla sat up in bed. Excitement washed over her. It was the day of the hunt. All of the apprentices were to take this exam. It involved creatures being released in the towers grounds and the mages hunting them. Depending on their success and what creatures were killed they recieved a grade.

Isla had her eyes set on a Cerbarus, a mighty 3 headed dog from the underworld. If she defeated this she would be head of the class and would recieve the highest grade. She threw on her robes and made her way to teh foot of the tower. On heading out into teh daylight she saw her fellow students stood around. They all talked amongst themselves about what they were to hunt.

She readied herself doing lunges her throwing her arms around in spell formations. Today was her day to shine.

[Psiko]

Firion was slow to get out of bed on the morning of the hunt. He had spent most of the night with his followers, bragging about how he was going to dominate at this hunt. Their hushed whispers of awe was all Firion needed to run on. He had them all eating from his palm.

He already had three of his lackeys agreeing to help him get the best score possible. It was kill count that mattered most, or so he had heard. And with three others weakening monsters for him to deliver the killing blow, Firion didn't see how he could possibly lose.

Unless he came across that Spader kid and his friends. They always seemed to interfere with Firion's plans. Something would have to be done about them, for sure. And, for a moment, Firion contemplated ignoring his own performance in the hunt in order to sabotage Spader's hunt. And then the trumpets of glory blared once more in his mind and he was determined to get the best score . . . AND sabotage Spader in the process.

It was going to be a good day.

[lady ashe]

axia awoke to a beaming shine of light that was filling in through the window. she got up and went over to the mirror. the fur on her ears were flat once again, that wouldnt do when her assisgment was with him today. she liked her fingers and straightened her ears. then she brushed her hair over one eye as to hide her true identiy,it wouldnt do if anyone found out who she was. then she grabbed her bow and ran downstairs. there he stood waiting. he waved to axia, calling her over. today was going to be a good day for axia

[HUNK]

(OOC: First post of the rp for me! Yayness!)

Andrew awoke in bed in a sweat. He was sick with anticipation.. His stomach churned and he felt as if he were sick. "I have to do well tommorow. If I don't, I'll be the laughing stock of the enitre magickal community..." Andrew had always made things seem worse then they usually were. Tommorow was the big exam. Andrew was a tranfer student from the Mysidian Technical Magickal Akademy.

Andrew's reputation has always loomed over him. As a mysidian/human, he had much magickal prowes within and people always expected him to live up to his heritage. It was always impressed upon him that if he didn't exceed in magick, there would be no hope for his own self defence. Andrew was also an espiring enginear. He had copied invention specs he had found and made a type of weapon that could fire small projectiles at far distances. It was called a gun. (Having taken the word Bowgun and taken the bow out of it.)

"Whatever happens tommorow will happen, I shouldn't worry about it." Andrew calmed his stomach and slowly laid back down and went back to bed, murmering slow chants for a swift victory.

Morning came quickly, Andrew was as awake as he could possibly be. He dressed in his nicest robe and grabbed two ammo pouches. He was eager to try them out. He had been working on some specialized ammo that could pack small magicks into small elemental bullets. (For which he was quite proud) "Alright, let's go see what gonna happen..." Andrew said his final morning chant and slowly walked out of his chamber door.