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James Lanvarok
Night fell over the college. A breeze, split by the patter of ran, whistled through the stone corridors. Arms folded, a new student named James Lanvarok stormed furiously down a staircase. He had just had his first class of the semester, and his Professor kicked him out for shouting at another student.Throwing his arms up in the air, Lanvarok muttered to himself, trying to organize the chaotic process of rage that was spiraling out of control in his mind.
It wasn't his fault.
The student had been an idiot. They said that fire a pyromancer summoned was granted to the mage from a spirit, which wasn't true, it was just fire. Drawn from oxygen and combusted, it wasn't sentient, it wasn't a spirit. Spirits weren't real. At least that's what he had been taught in Vel Anir, but magic there was far more pragmatic than it was in Elbion. Curling his hands into fists, James grumbled and sputtered as he stormed down the corridor, his new cloak and tunic tight around his neck. A vein bulged from his temple and his head hurt from straining. Digging his nails into his palms, he turned a corner and stormed down the next corridor, to a large door.
James shoved the door open. Inside, was Elbion's vast library. Shelves, laden with books, reached the ceiling, the titles on their spines glistening beneath the light of the candles. The librarian sat behind his desk and snored. Creeping in, James was careful not to wake him and slunk past, his footsteps no less heavy than they had been before.
He walked to the center of the room and slumped his shoulders with a heavy sigh. At least it would be a good placed to stew. Hands still rolled into balls, he clenched his teeth and walked between the shelves, to the back of the room.
James plonked himself down on the floor. He rested his back up against the wall and brought his knees up to his chest. Grumbling, he wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his face in them, still muttering all manner of profanities to himself.
"Fucking cunts," he screamed into his knees. "I didn't do anything wrong!" He shouted, his knees muffling his voice.
He felt like a black sheep. It was his first class and already everybody hated him. His empathetic senses surged out of control, overwhelming his resolute with fiery, unhinged rage. He was begenning to think he should have just stayed in Vel Anir, because he certainly didn't fit in in Elbion. He thought about the student he had brought to tears, a young woman, and his blood boiled. She shouldn't have been so sensitive Burying his head far into his knees, he clenched his teeth so hard he tasted blood.
It wasn't his fault.
The student had been an idiot. They said that fire a pyromancer summoned was granted to the mage from a spirit, which wasn't true, it was just fire. Drawn from oxygen and combusted, it wasn't sentient, it wasn't a spirit. Spirits weren't real. At least that's what he had been taught in Vel Anir, but magic there was far more pragmatic than it was in Elbion. Curling his hands into fists, James grumbled and sputtered as he stormed down the corridor, his new cloak and tunic tight around his neck. A vein bulged from his temple and his head hurt from straining. Digging his nails into his palms, he turned a corner and stormed down the next corridor, to a large door.
James shoved the door open. Inside, was Elbion's vast library. Shelves, laden with books, reached the ceiling, the titles on their spines glistening beneath the light of the candles. The librarian sat behind his desk and snored. Creeping in, James was careful not to wake him and slunk past, his footsteps no less heavy than they had been before.
He walked to the center of the room and slumped his shoulders with a heavy sigh. At least it would be a good placed to stew. Hands still rolled into balls, he clenched his teeth and walked between the shelves, to the back of the room.
James plonked himself down on the floor. He rested his back up against the wall and brought his knees up to his chest. Grumbling, he wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his face in them, still muttering all manner of profanities to himself.
"Fucking cunts," he screamed into his knees. "I didn't do anything wrong!" He shouted, his knees muffling his voice.
He felt like a black sheep. It was his first class and already everybody hated him. His empathetic senses surged out of control, overwhelming his resolute with fiery, unhinged rage. He was begenning to think he should have just stayed in Vel Anir, because he certainly didn't fit in in Elbion. He thought about the student he had brought to tears, a young woman, and his blood boiled. She shouldn't have been so sensitive Burying his head far into his knees, he clenched his teeth so hard he tasted blood.