Recent content by Fernando Matos

Of course he was right! Students killing instructors? No school could survive that level of anarchy. Droplets of rain splattered upon Fenando's head and shoulders as they lugged the supplies towards the storage house. As soon as Initiate Glaive opened the heavy wooden doors a cloud of dust...

For a second Fernando simply looked at Zaire. His neck bent, head angled, staring at the boy like there was something wrong with his face. A look of complete confusion covering every feature the man had to offer. Then he burst out into a laugh. "Ah! You're trying to 'punk me' as the other...

Fernando heaved the box he was carrying around towards his other arm as the other one tired. He decided not to address Zaire's suggestions on the type of woman he search for. He both wasn't certain if sharing his preferences in a partner was appropriate and also didn't want to let the initiate...

One should never underestimate the importance of a healthy breakfast. Fernando was carrying the heavy supplies with ease, he'd never felt so strong in his life. It was almost certainly a result of the mango and croissant he'd eaten before starting on the day's work. "Great! Not so far then,"...

Fernando bent over and helped the young initiate pick up some of the items that he'd dropped, organizing them as best he could. Some of this stuff was really heavy and he was surprised a teenager could haul it all... but perhaps that's why Dreadlords were so feared. "Oh, I get it Initiate...

Ah, the lust for acceptance. The drive to fit in and just "chill with the boys" as many of the youth were saying these days. This job had been an admittedly difficult posting for Fernando. Some of the students here had done things that were reprehensible and terrible but he had to remind...

Disappointment colored his features but he wasn't going to let Soleil's aversion to joining the greatest club to grace these halls ruin his day. Who knew, by their first performance she may be running to Fernando to request an application to join! His attention re-focused itself upon Zaire and...

There had never been a smile so large as the one worn on Fernando's face. Not since he had joined The Gentle Persuaders back at Ravengrowth University in Elbion had he been so pleased with himself. How had the idea to form a musical ensemble not occurred to him before? The fact that Zaire was...

A quill scribbled over parchment once more. Grading the poetry of the fourth years was a grueling task (you could only read a metaphor about plucking the hair of an elf so many times). However, Fernando took solace in the fact that every single one of the younger initiates had submitted a poem...

Interesting. He didn't respond with what he liked to do and instead went on about his family's plans for him. Very interesting indeed. "Plans are good." There wasn't anything wrong with formulating a plan. Anything worth doing took time and effort which normally necessitated a strategy for...

"Ah," Fernando's tone was jovial enough but without being insulting or intimidating. More that he was trying to lighten the mood. Though how that would come across to Dreadlord Apprentices was anyone's guess. He pursed his lips for a second before pressing onwards, "runic carving sounds...

The boy was speaking a line, that much was obvious. Perhaps he was scared of being punished just as Charice was? Alistair," Fernando began, "I am not interested in issuing punishments. And I can assure you anything said here will remain between us." He smiled warmly. "But yes, hardships can...

"Oh! Alistair. Sorry about that." Fernando made a correction on his roster of students. There must have been a mistake made by someone at the admissions department. Very well, a simple correction and now they could move on. He mused for a second at what Alistair commented on but after a...

Fernando really needed to get a list of the magical abilities all of these students had. Nearly as soon as he dismissed her the young Charice faded into the floor. Collecting his jaw off the ground Ferdie snapped to attention as he realized his next appointee was at the door. "Come in, come...

Audible sigh. At least, that's what Fernando Matos wanted to do. He restrained himself, and instead sat in silence for a second while staring at Chasmine. He had to reach these kids, he could be their only hope at making a breakthrough and coming to better understand themselves! "You may...