Divided RP:

[KeybladerXIII]

"It can't be helped, Suin and Sol are finished," Felzen thought as he sat on a ridge overllooking the colleges, lighting up the night like burning stars. He had nowhere to go, so he walked....just walked. An hour ago, as he left the smoldering wreckage that was once his home and place of study, he could've sworn he heared voices coming from the Sol college. He heared the word Drasna muttered on the wind. Yet, Felzen didn't care. He just didn't. He would find out who did this on his own for now. If he met up with someone later, then he would join them, but for now, he had to do this on his own. Besides, he wasn't much of a people person.

"High-Mage Vis'aren....who could've dared to take you," Felzen thought as he continued his way down to the forest, his forest, opposite Mt. Suria. As he approached the tree-line, he saw to his horror that the putrid magic had taken control of the forest, and twisted it so that instead of its calm, welcoming presence, it exuded a deadly and dark aura.

"This smells of Drasna, but even they wouldn't destroy such a peaceful place. Someone else did this. Whoever was in that shining black armor, they did this to suit their own twisted desire......damn them."

Felzen treked across the dreary woodland, noticing the animals, dead or in pain, and the creek that flowed past which was now black and full of dead fish. trying to ignore these horrid sights, Felzen heared a noise, that of chanting. He crept ever so carefully to its source. He eventually came to a clearing, where he saw a hooded figure, kneeling in the middle of a symbol carved into the dirt. The magic the figure was summoning caused bits of bark and grass to float about. As the magic swept towards Felzen, he almost gagged at the stench.

"Whoever that is, they are not welcome," Felzen thought as he took out his tonfas. As quick as he could move his feet, Felzen struck out through the darkness and slammed the conjuror's face between both tonfas and struck them to the floor. The spell was ended and the stench subsided. Felzen walked up to the figure and ripped off the cloak.

[Imposter]

‘‘Now being in Drasna territory I was slightly relieved. The trip here was less than nice to put it simply. Sailors can be very piggish! Whatever though, I think they got more of a shock than I did. Anyways it wasn’t until I arrived at the school that things began to unravel.’’

The entrance to the school was open, damaged beyond repair. When Zipporah walked into the place she found herself amidst a slew of corpses. It seemed as though someone had attacked Drasna and didn’t leave anyone standing. Zipporah gasped and tried to stop herself from being sick. The sight was horrifying. She had never even heard of such damage before. Something didn’t quite fit though. The mana flow seemed unchanged. No scarring from the land being damaged or from the many bodies around her. She walked through making her way towards the main offices. All along the way the scene didn’t change, bodies lay all over the ground lifeless. When she could Zipporah called out hoping for a response.

How am I ever going to get rid of this without Drasna’s help! This is terrible.

Sadly her selfish desires began to overcome any sympathy for the carnage around her. To the point where she missed seeing the figure sneak up behind her. Suddenly she felt a change in the mana flow but it was too late. She felt herself being lifted in the air. An unseen force wrapping around her and hindering her from doing anything, panic began overtaking her now and she cursed herself for getting caught up in her own selfishness. Helpless she was taken into the main offices and into what may have been an audience chamber. The room was dark and she couldn’t make out anyone around her. Without warning she was released from the bond and a voice called out to her.

“Who are you and where are you from!? You gotta be pretty stupid to wander around a place like this oblivious to others.”

“Hahhaa, but what would you expect from a girl!”

“Excuse me!!!”

Zippy couldn’t stand the voices trying to boss her around. With her new found rage sparks began to course around her body, dancing madly over the ebony armour encasing her. She lifted her axe into a ready stance.

“I’ve got no problem frying you two in here, it would only take about one bolt to break this building down. I better appease your curiosity though. The name’s Zipporah, formally a student at Fize. You definitely pissed the wrong girl off today guys!”

“Quiet!”

The room quickly lit up and Zippy found herself surrounded by many students. One man stepped towards her. He had authority despite his young looking appearance. His blue Mohawk parted to the right and his numerable piercings on his face.

“So concludes class for today, it would seem that our guest doesn’t appreciate the fine art of illusion as much as we do. Class as per your required assignment the illusions need to be maintained for at least another ten hours. Class dismissed!”

Without a word the many of the students teleported out of the room while others walked by Zipporah chuckling at her. It didn’t take long for her to blush as she figured out what had happened. She looked at the man in disbelief.

“So all of that wasn’t real? Isn’t that a bit mean to be doing to those coming to the school!!!! What’s wrong with you?! I thought the whole school was slaughtered!”

“Please relax, and allow me to introduce myself. I’m Vaughn Gunir, a teacher here at Drasna. How might Drasna be of service to you Miss Zipporah?”

Zipporah began recounting her tale to Vaughn Gunir, just as she concluded a group appeared beside. It was made up of mostly children and one younger woman around Zipporah’s age. With tears running down her face she talked wildly to Vaughn. Who seemed almost totally unfazed by whatever she was saying except that his eyes began to become watery. Zipporah stepped back not wanting to eavesdrop. With kids sobbing also, Vaughn looked to Zipporah and spoke.

“Our college is quite large and it appears that a small band has attacked one of our dormitories to the west. Let me explain something to you, your reasons for coming here cannot be adequately dealt with until these fools have been disposed of. We teachers aren’t expendable enough to go save the day, and it isn’t the way of Drasna. We must keep watch in case another attack takes place. However a student from another college like Fize for instance is much less precious.”

Zipporah could sense concern in the man’s voice despite the rudeness he used to explain the situation to her. She didn’t appreciate the fact she was being looked down upon. She paused for a moment before making her decision then shook her head.

“I’ll go.” She repsonded quietly.

With that Zippy rushed out of the room and towards the west dormitory. Alright times to get serious, lives are at stake here including my own. C’mon Zip, let’s impress the spectators so they’ll help you with your own problems.

As Zipporah neared what was once the dormitory she stopped taking a moment to catch her breath. She slowly moved closer toward the dorm unsure of what she could be walking into her axe brandished.

[Lucid]

As Solan ran down the long hall towards the exit, he played Riian's words over and over in the back of his mind. How could Master Julio's magic been so useless against the black-haired mage? Just who was this person and what did he plan to do? The thought sent chills down his spine, but the evening sun warmed him as he pushed through the double doors and made his way outside. The air was still thick with smoke from the attack and as he looked back towards the college, he wondered if it was really okay to leave Marcellus and Riian there. No, he shook his head as he thought to himself, they'll be fine. He then continued on down the path away from the college and headed towards the forest.

He wasn't sure how long he had been running, but he was out of breath by the time he made it to the edge of the forest. He stopped by the side of the path and leaned against a tree, hunching over as he tried to catch his breath. He definately wasn't used to running so much at once. When he was finally able to stand up straight, he cautiously entered the dense forest. The path was wide and welcoming at the entrance, but the further in he went, the narrower the path became, and the once bright sun overhead could now only be detected by the slivers of light that were able to penetrate throught the thick leaves. Solan shivered, not only because of the sudden chill in the air, but because of how eerie the forest had now become.

He hadn't been walking for too long when he noticed something else strange. Despite the forest being home to many different types of animals and birds, it was unnaturally quiet, as if every living thing had disappeared. There was also a heaviness in the air that seemed to bear down on him, like something was watching him. A snap from behind caused him to turn in surprise, but there was nothing there so he brushed it off as just his mind playing tricks on him and laughed at himself as he continued on.

A few minutes later, Solan heard a rustling from the trees up ahead. Something was headed towards his way, and fast. He held up his staff and stood in a defensive position as he waited for whoever or whatever was headed for him.


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Hyzenthlay & Lucid Joint post (Riian & Marcellus)

"Riian is it?" Marcellus asked as he crossed the room, the silence seemed to amplify the swishing of his robe as he walked. "I know there hasn't been a good time for formal introductions, but I'm Marcellus." He gave a small smile as he held the tray out to Riian. "I...I made some tea. It's not much, but it should help to calm your nerves."

He was still a bit upset with Solan for leaving him behind, but he was going to try and make the best of the situation. Maybe he would even make a new friend. Even so, he wasn't looking forward to searching the college for survivors. He didn't have a problem with wanting to help people, but he just didn't think he could bear to see anymore corpses. Thinking about it now made him feel like it wasn't the first time that he had seen so many, but he knew that notion was absurd since he never remembered seeing so many dead bodies like that in one place.

Riian glanced at Marcel and shook his head gently. His body ached from nerves and his mind was tired of thoughts. Yet Marcellus and Solan seemed so calm. Even to the point of making tea. He looked at Marcel nodding and smiled weakly.

"Thank you... Marcellus. Though, I think we should go soon. The night is setting in and if the temperature drops too low my WarmHeal won't work." Riian looked at his hands with a slight smile. A beautiful orange glow emitted from them.

Healing spells were high spells, normally only mastered by trainee teachers and mages. So WarmHeal and HeatAid by Sols terms were far too advanced for Riian. Yet he had picked them up with no effort at all. Almost like he had inherited them. He took a cup of tea and sat back, closing his eyes. The steam of the tea ran up his nose gently and the smell raised his spirits.

Marcellus nodded as he sat the tray down and took a cup of his own, holding it between his cool hands for a moment before taking a sip of the sweet, honeymint tea. The liquid quickly warmed him and helped to clear his head, but it also made him become more uneasy, like there was something important he had forgotten to do. He had begun to feel a lot like that lately, even to the point where he felt like sometimes there was another voice in his head trying to speak out, but it hurt too much, so he always tried to suppress it. No point in thinking about it now though.

He looked out of the window at the setting sun and hoped that everything was going well with Solan. The forest was no place anyone wanted to be when it got dark, but he knew that Solan was plenty capable when it came to taking care of himself and others. Still, he was worried. Something in the air just didn't seem to sit right with him. He took another sip of tea then sat the cup back down on the tray.

"I guess you're right. Better to get it done before it gets too dark," he said, looking back over at Riian. "Are you feeling well enough to lead? I'm not really familiar with the some of the areas of the school yet."

Riian opened his eyes briefly and looked over at Marcel with, at last, a wide smile. He nodded and sipped his tea.

"I'm ready to help my friends. That's all there is."

His smile faded as fast as it had come as a lump caught in his throat. Some of his friends would almost definitely be dead, if not most of them. A storm caught his eye as his gaze shot to the window. A vast rain cloud carried towards the college from the north. It seemed to settle directly above the building before dispersing. Riian shook his head and looked back to Marcellus placing his tea back onto the tray.

"Perhaps we should move, then? I didn't much like the look of that storm, let alone the night." He stood and stretched his arms.

"Storm?" Marcellus asked, hesitantly looking back out of the window, but saw nothing. Maybe he had heard Riian wrong. He turned back to Riian and nodded, picking up his staff that was resting against the wall as he made his way to the door.

Once out in the hallway, Marcellus looked left, then right down each hall just to make sure they were clear. A nearby hall light flickered unexpectedly, causing him to stop, his heart catching in his throat. Realizing what it was, he gave a sigh of relief. He didn't know why he was so jumpy all the sudden, but then again, the old school always did sort of gave him the creeps, especially when it was dark.

"It's a bit dark out here, but it looks safe," he said to Riian. "Should we turn on all the lights, or do you think it might attract unwanted attention? I could just use my staff..." As he finished speaking, the orb on his staff began to glow with a small, but bright white light. It lit the area around them, but made the darkness beyond the light seem much more sinister.

"Y...you go first," he stammered timidly.

They then slowly made their way through the college as they searched for survivors.