Open Chronicles The Schools of Magic[Elbion & Vel Anir]

[Selina Della Altas]

Selina didn't hear the proclamation of her victory, even if she were conscious at the time, her ears would have been bleeding and all that she would have heard is a ringing in her ears. Her shield protected her from the Shatter spell, but the spell still knocked her thoroughly unconscious and shattered her wand. The hide of the beast fell over her, its mouth wide and covering her, the weight of its liquified innards holding her down.

But she didn't wake up immediately, rather she found herself in her own mind... As if her mind were a physical place, but she reasoned other magic was at work here. She was in a black forest, no path was visible in any direction. The ground was soft, covered in moss and thick undergrowth, herbs and strange flowers grew there as well.

Selina was confused, naturally. This was unprecedented for her, was she having a vision? if so what was the purpose of this forest?
She looked around till she saw a hooded and robed figure knelt beside a basket of herbs, an ornate staff was in the figures hand. As Selina watched the figure stood up and turned to face her. A young woman with black hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Possibly in her late twenties. She was dressed in black robes and had several trinkets on her belt that may have to do with alchemy or be enchanted in some way, but the thing that stood out to her was the sight of her own spell book, held by a sheath on the woman's belt, older and more worn, but she recognized the red leather cover.
What Selina had at first assumed to be a black scarf looked up at her with its green eyes, revealing itself to be a cat.

"Who are you?" She called out, her voice sounded much louder in these woods.
The woman simply smiled at her and proceeded to walk past her.

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Back in the real world she wouldn't awaken for hours, but to her it would only have felt like minutes.

 

[Talus]

GORRUMU FIGHTU

For some reason the idea that Kara might have a sibling here never even occurred to him. He had known that their circumstances were different, that Elbion did not teach it's students the same way, but to have siblings you knew?

That was startling.

Talus vaguely recalled his own siblings, though their faces eluded him even when he tried desperately to recall. A sister and a brother. The latter Older, the former Younger. Neither had been afraid of him, even when things had gotten bad.

He wondered what had happened to them. Were they still alive? Still in Vel Luin? Lips thinned for a moment, then he shook the thoughts away and shook Kara's hand. "You too."

Was all he said as he turned away.

Just as he did so he heard the call of the announcer. Lips thinned, and he felt goosebumps run up the length of his spine.

Looks like I'm not the only one getting killed. He mused to himself as he sheathed his sword and headed back into camp.

 

[Phillipa Ebonheart]

The barely there smirk that Phillipa wore as the announcer ended the match for Kara and Talus was easy to misread as pride in the college student. She had seen the intent behind the Dreadlord's manuever and silently applauded the creativity. It gave her a fair idea of the combat capacity of their order. Or at the very least their ingenuity on the battlefield. Something she would have to relay to their own combat instructor if they weren't already here.

She did however feel something akin to pride at the fact that Kara had at least tied the match, and no less incidentally had used the young man to do so. Perhaps the feeling was closer to smug satisfaction at the college's ability to stand on the field of battle even with those that had likely already bloodied their hands.

Another announcer called the victory for Selina, and once more the smug satisfaction was present. She had not put a lot of faith in the bright eyed and light stepped girl at first sighting, and was glad that she had made her eat crow for the lack of belief.

"It seems that for what little experience our students have in fighting, they can certainly hold their own." Phillipa chuckled, watching Kara look to someone in the crowd.

 

[Harry]

Henry was quick to leave his arena. A group of healers rushed out to gather Selina, who was unresponsive as they pulled her from under the beast’s remains.

He tossed the broken shield aside as he walked through the trees.

It took him little time to return to camp. The adrenaline that gave him an edge during the bout was now replaced by fear and anxiety. As he took each step, he shivered as chills coursed through his body. His heart raced, and his legs at times felt unable to hold up the weight of his body.

He arrived at the edge of The Academy’s camp, and sat on a bench. He was hunched over, chin resting in his palm, and his leg restlessly bouncing.

He desperately wished to see Sierra, Talus, or even Luther.

 

[Isabeau]

Isabeau, quietly parted the flap of her tent as she stepped out hearing the roar of the crowd from far away, apparently there was victories to be had on both sides. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow from the heat of the day.
A gentle swipe of the back of her hand would get rid of any evidence of moisture on her skin. She tilted her head to the side as she could hear an abundance of voices in the distance, someone must have been harmed.

She’d step back inside the tent.

“Alishia, dear go and take that basket of items the healers wanted, it will seem they’ll need them sooner then they thought.” She gestured with her hand. The girl no more then fourteen curtsied and quickly picked up the basket and rushed off with the herbal ointments and things the healers needed to help the injured.

Issy, moved toward Gabby who was enjoying some hay Isabeau had left out for her. She knelt and began to stroke Gabby’s face and listened to the on goings of the tournament, her lips twisted into a smirk.
“Oh, what fools these mortals be.” She chuckled and sighed, not really understanding such risks people take, then again who was she to judge.

She tilted her head to the side as once more a cool breeze blew by her, ah, now who had come to speak to her.

“I like the fairy floss, its delicious.” A soft voice entered her ear, it was of a young girl, perhaps no older than Alishia, maybe, then again, the spirit could have been younger.

“Mmm, and is that so?” She stated making it look as if she’s talking to her small Equine friend.

“Yes Miss, are you a mage like the rest?” The voice whispered again. Issy chuckled and shook her head but made it look as if she nuzzled her face into Gabby’s cheek.

“Mm mm, no, I could never be that good, I’m an herbalist.” She stated after figuring out a way to answer the spirit without seeming insane.

 

[Sierra]

Timber Wolves wolves wolves wolves FIGHT

Sierra's boots crunched softly in the snow. Hal really belonged here. There was a slightly icy layer on top. For a moment, pale blue eyes made contact with Ukrit Nahr. Her entrance to the arena sealed shut behind her. The announces listed off the rules. No killing each other and to keep aim on the wolves.

Disappointing.

It was strange hearing the roar from the crowds above, as if a lot farther away than they actually were. The firs and pines weighed heavily with the enchanted snow. The fake wood almost seemed peaceful until the first howl ripped through the air. The girl already had an arrow notched to her bow, eyes scanning the immediate area.

Took her a moment to connect the paw-prints suddenly appearing from the shadow of a tree in the white powder and rushing for her.

What?

Instincts made her release the arrow into what she thought was pure air as a snarl sounded just in front. A quick yelp of pain filled the arena as a large wolf became visible with a shaft sticking from its body and smacked right into her, pinning her to the snowy-ground.

Magic or some sort of mutant hybrid created for this event? These timber wolves were invisible or cloaked somehow.

Sierra grunted, trying to free herself from the weight of her first kill.

 

[Selina Della Altas]

Selina was treated on the arena floor. They cured the physical damage but were unable to awaken her, so they brought her out on a stretcher to bring her to the medicine tent.

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Selina followed the woman in her vision. She was led through the forest, it seemed to be profusely overgrown with vines and other lichens. Flowers, herbs, and mosses covered the ground but neither of them left a trail. They walked till they found a clearing in the center of the forest, in the center of the clearing was a stone slab with ritual runes on it. As the woman in black robes reached it her staff tapped with a loud echo on the stone, the runes glowed blue as light radiated up from the outside edges of the slab.

Selina watched in awe. She didn't know what it was exactly, but she could determine that it was some form of powerful ritual magic that had just been activated. The woman dropped several ingredients from a pouch into the center of the circle, where they were consumed by the spell. Sensing the magic growing to dangerous heights Selina tried again to speak with the woman, "What are you doing? Stop! the magic is getting too powerful to contain!"

The woman did not respond, but as the ritual was completed Selina could see shapes being formed by the light... Three... no, Four... Five figures appeared on the slab, their faces were aged and old, their spectral clothing were great flowing robes and large pointed hats. Wisps of their spectral beards floated about their faces like they were in a great wind. They each held a large staff in one hand and thick book in the other.

The woman unsheathed her spellbook... their spellbook. And she held it over the center of the slab. The other spectral wizards did the same and they all opened their books simultaneously. Selina could see that the book the woman held was indeed hers as well, but it was so much more full, it had spells and notations that Selina didn't even recognize, script far more complex then she ever imagined possible. She watched in awe as they all dropped their books at the same time on the runed stone slab, their impact created a boom that was like a star striking the earth.

Then all the spectral faces, excluding the black robed woman, turned and looked directly at her.

The vision ended.
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Selina awoke on a cot in the medical tent, she looked around thoroughly confused. Both by what she saw and what she woke up to.

 

[Talus]

SAD DEAD APPRENTICES
Henry Bauer

"You lost, huh?" By the time Talus made it back to the camp he found Hal there already sulking.

The young Apprentice could of course understand why. Though he wondered if Archon Crane had held the same conversation with his...friend? As he'd held with him. Briefly he glanced around, seeing if the man was lurking somewhere in the shadows and observing them. When he found nothing, he took a step closer and patted Hal on the shoulder.

It was about as close to a comforting hug that they would ever get to.

None of the Children at the Academy were really taught emotional wellness, and the fact that Hal and Talus could even share a moment like this was a mark of how different they actually were. Usually another student would take this opportunity to tease Hal and set him off, make him uncomfortable so that when it came time for punishment things would be even worse.

"It could be worse." He offered Hal. "Luther could be here."

It was a joke, probably the only one Talus had ever made.

 

[Harry]

DEAD SAD APPRENTICES
Talus​

Henry looked up as his friend approached, then wryly smiled.

"As expected, eh?" He moped in response to Talus' inquiry, then flinched somewhat as the taller Apprentice placed a comforting hand on his plated shoulder. Hal looked up at Talus, mouth slightly open in shock. He felt a surge of emotions that he didn't know how to explain. He looked back down and chuckled.

"You'd be entertained to know that I actually wished for a moment for his presence?" When his head rose again, he wore a sad smile, "I must be going mad."

He awkwardly chuckled. In truth, Luther was not so bad. They often regarded him as a pest, but Hal thought of him as a friend just as he did with Sierra and Talus.

"How did you fare in your bout?" The blast in the manticore hunt had deafened Henry. He had missed the moment when the conclusion of the golem fight was announced.

 

[Talus]

DREADING DEPRESSED DISCIPLES
Henry Bauer

He could understand Hal's nerves, his thoughts were much the same but probably a bit better. "Draw."

The muscles in his jaws tightened a bit as he said the words, finding it rather hard to admit. If Sierra and Luther won their bouts they would likely never hear the end of it. Not that it would matter much if they were strung up. Bright side he supposed.

"The girl did something to the golems." He said with a frown. "Rune Magic."

A light went off in his head. "Hey! You read a lot, know anything about Rune Magic?"

Out of the two of them Hal most definitely spent more time in the Academies Archives. Talus wasn't exactly known as a bookworm. Most of the time he used study sessions to practice his own magic in secret rather than reading the histories.

"Ah doesn't matter." He said quietly, with a small wave. Dismissing his own idea "Crane will probably have us hung from crosses."

Talus was still under the assumption his conversation with the Archon had not been a solo event.

Being hung from a Cross was not a common punishment in Vel Anir, but it was still used at times for people who had 'failed' the state. They were put up as display, more humiliation than anything else. Most of the time they were taken down before death, most of the time.

 

[Sigfrith Runecarver]

Sigfrith raised an eyebrow as he heard Nicodemus speak. He just grunted. “No competitions here. If they wanted a contest, they would pit Maesters, not half-grown childer.”

He set down his rune tools and rubbed his hands. “More precaution that anything else. Never trust untrained mages, especially young ones with egos bigger than a hill giant.”

The Dwarf growled a Dwarven curse in the back of his throat, but shrugged. “Met some of Anir’s students. Rotten to the core. I expect trouble. No contest for you?”

 

[Harry]

DISCONSOLATE DESPONDENT DREADLINGS
Talus​

Hal nodded in response. A draw was much better than a loss. Henry thought that his friend may have it better, given his loss was quite the embarrassing one.

"Eh, Rune Magic?" He raised a brow at Talus, "Only the basics. Well, my knowledge exceeds that of what was taught." The lesson was a rather quick one, now that Hal thought on it, with the Proctor only saying how it was outdated and unnecessary for Dreadlords to use. "But I'm far from adept in understanding the discipline."

Talus then waved it away, then brought up a name that absolutely terrified Hal.

"Crane?" He repeated, "Idrig Crane? He's here? Watching?"

Fear seized his heart, weighing heavy on the young Apprentice. So heavy, in fact, it felt as if it would sink to the lowest part of his body. Hal was normally quite composed in regards to being anxious. He was always quite positive, staying calm and optimistic even when they were given difficult missions.

There was always a strategy or plan that could be made to complete a mission.

There was no plan to escape the wrath of an Archon.

Hal's worn and mature face seemed to regress in age by a decade. He looked up at Talus, his face quite visibly painted with worry.

 

[Kara Orin]

After shaking Talus’s hand, Kara walked toward her brother and Rothi, the burly orc standing by him.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t lose, at lease!” Arne told Kara, “Rothi bet five silver pieces on you.”

Rothi gave a silent nod in affirmation.

“And it's good to see you didn’t flirt with a Dreadlord’s wife,” Kara joked.

Back in the village they came from, and even in Elbion, Arne had a habit of “making friends” with girls.

“How’d you know I didn’t?” Arne teased.

“You have both arms, for one,” she said.

Looking to the orc, Kara greeted him with a smile and said, “Good to see you, Rothi.”

Again, Rothi responded with a silent nod.

The banter between siblings continued as they began to make their way out of the arena. As they were walking, Arne tapped Kara on the shoulder.

“Hey Kara,” he said in a rather loud whisper, “Isn’t that Lady Ebonheart.”

Arne pointed in the direction of where both Phillipa Ebonheart and Severin Bellerose were sitting. Kara looked over and spotted them.

“Isn’t she the teacher you’ve been complaining about?” Arne continued, even louder.

Kara’s eyes widened as she turned to Arne. She began to push him as if to usher him out as fast as possible.

 

[Talus]

DEADERS
Henry Bauer

Talus cringed as he realized that Hal had in fact not had the same conversation as him with Archon Crane. For some reason that made his stomach drop even more. Had he somehow been special? Was there something he missed?

Panic struck him, his face contorting into an expression of utter fear. Skin paled and his fingers tightened on Hal's shoulder.

The temptation to run away suddenly struck him like never before.

The idea wasn't too far fetched, they were outside the Academy, far from Vel Anir, and Elbion was pretty close by. He and Hal could leave the camp, they could make a break for it. They had the skills to survive and the know how, all they had to do was travel west and head over the Spine. Even the hunters couldn't find them there in the wilds.

Freedom could be theirs, no more punishments, no more Proctors, no mo-

"Apprentices."​

The familiar voice shattered every single thought running through his mind. It echoed grimly like a death sentence throughout his skull. Talus froze, not wanting to turn around and see the man who would very likely serve their executions.

He didn't know what to do. There was no running away now, no stopping what had happened, all he could do was stand there. The sound of boots pressing into mud could be heard, and then Idrig Crane stepped in front of the two Apprentices.

A heavy cloak adorned his shoulder, barely hiding an armor made of black metal and trimmed with gold. He carried no sword, but there was a threat to the way he walked that spoke of an intent to kill. Talus was about to open his mouth, to speak to his own draw and even defend Hal, but before he could Crane cut him off.

"Talus, is it?"​

No sound came from his throat.

"Henry, Or do you prefer Hal?"​

How the hell did he know their names? Why the hell did he know their names? Fear crawled up his spine, his fingers tightening as he tried to pull some modicum of control back to his own body.

"I was...disappointed with your performance. You in particular, Hal."​

His gaze fell on Hal then quickly to Talus. In that instance the two young Apprentices would feel the pinprick of a thousand needles into their flesh. It came subtly at first, perhaps mistaken for goosebumps, but the anguish of it was unmistakable as Crane's gaze lingered. It would be almost as if they were being skewered from every angle imaginable.

There was no motion of the Archon's hands, no sign of magic welling within him, but as he stared Talus could feel the pain wrack his body. So much so that he collapsed to one knee, grimacing as he doubled over himself.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?"​

 

[Phillipa Ebonheart]

Phillipa did not stand or move when the match was finished, although she did notice the voice that said her name. Just catching the finger that pointed in her direction, she heard the follow up remark and had to contain her laughter as Kara attempted to push the person forward faster. Phillipa's face was strained with the effort to not laugh, so she focused on the arena before her once more until she calmed.

 

[Ukrit Nahr]

Exhaling a final time before the gates shut behind him, Ukrit debated forfeiting the round. He only held common knowledge on wolves and having never truly hunted them this was only bookwise. The half-orc had no experience with them, thankfully he’d been allowed to create a bow out of his magic which gave him a few advantages over a true one. With the bow of lightning, Ukrit held he didn’t have to calculate for wind, or the strength and time necessary of drawing the string. The most important is he couldn’t be separated from his ammunition as his very being was what created the arrows.

Right hand settling onto the lightning bowstring, Ukrit drew it back. The perfectly combed swoosh in the orcs hair suddenly grew wild from the static electricity. The look making Ukrit seem more like a wild orc than the student of Elbion he truly was. In those pitch-black eyes, the glow of the bow of golden energy was reflected.

The student stood there waiting, staring, into the trees seeing nothing, hearing nothing but the crackling of lightning. Then a yelp cut through the air. Head jerking over Ukrit saw his opponent had already dropped a wolf, catching the shifting of it back to visibility. “What?” Ukrit mumbled, his distraction costing him as a sudden snarl cut through the air, quickly followed by a sense of pain from his right shoulder.

Face twisting in agony Ukrit was carried backward by the weight and momentum of the cloaked wolf. The muscles in his shoulder burning as though set alight. Blood fell free, its warmth retreating down the hybrid’s right arm as he slammed to the ground. The first wolf had tried to go straight for the takedown its head rearing up as Ukrit was pinned and going for the half-orcs throat. This was no competition, this was a fight for their lives. Heart hammering against his chest, fear rising within him, adrenaline pumping through his veins Ukrit acted.

Right arm rising, the claws that adorned Ukrit’s fingertips bit into flesh, cleaving straight into the wolf’s neck. The orcish strength from the mage sending the wolf careening off and into the snow yelping. Ukrit’s blood wasn’t the only one now staining the area. From his laying position, the magic bow still in his left hand Ukrit reached over with his right grabbing the string once more and without even thinking let the bolt loose.

The wounded wolf barely able to rise, as the large gash in the side of its neck gushed blood soon found itself impaled by a golden bolt of lightning. The beam striking it in the same wound it had just suffered and carrying through the other end of the wolves neck ending its life.

Not willing to have a repeat of the situation Ukrit immediately sat up, rising to a knee. He could still feel his fingers and move his arm. Thankfully the bite had to penetrate both the robes Ukrit wore and the excessive muscle from his heritage. This was one of the few times Ukrit was thankful to be part orc. Blood had been spilled though and numerous growls came from the tree line. This was just the beginning.

 

[Isabeau]

She remained quiet once her ears had picked up the sound of the healers heading their way with the victim of the tournament. She kept petting Gabby still, and reframed from speaking more with the spirits, as the healers placed Selina in a neighboring medicine tent.

She heard footsteps approaching her and stop before her.

“Isabeau, would you mind attending the fallen student, until Mary comes back. . .She is busy helping a fellow healer.” Issy gently nodded her head as she stood up.

“Of course.” The woman would then guide Issy to the tent, and within side, giving her all the info about the young woman, and how she just needed to rest.

She also was told where everything was, it was a similar set up like her own tent but with a few extra things, a fire was within off to the side to help heat tea and whatever else is needed.

Isabeau thanked the woman who headed off with the other healers back to the tournament, Issy began to speak with the spirit again.

“I’m going to need your help dear, could you tell me where the kettle is and the tea, I’d like our sleeping beauty here to have something warm to drink.” The spirt took a moment in response.


“Yes, Miss.” The cool breeze blew once more in her ear as the spirit began to guide her where things were and help her get use to the tent.

When Selina snapped up, she could see Issy pour a delicious smelling tea in a wooden mug.

“Ah, your awake, that is good sign.” She stated turning around to face the sound, the voice whispered in her ear.


“She’s about ten steps ahead of you, take care of the trunk near the front of the bed.”

“Care for some tea?” She asked Selina holding up the mug. Issy’s voice was kind sounding with a hint of an accent.

Her eye were a color that could only be described as eye watering blue and they didn’t really look at Selina they looked more to the side as she spoke to the woman.

 

[Selina Della Altas]

Selina saw the healer and saw she was in a tent with several other empty beds and various healing supplies. As she took in her surrounding she calmed down, with a regretful thought to herself, 'Evidently I am the first to get wounded in this tournament... Serves me right for not counting the costs.'
The healer brought over the tea she was pouring.

Selina examined the healer. Her eyes were beautiful, but she recognized that vacant gaze from the blind men in the village where she grew up. It wasn't everyone who could rise above their disability and make something of themselves, she must be very talented.

"Thank you..." She accepted the offered tea, sipping it and savoring the soothing heat. She felt much better already. "Mmmm, it's really good. Thank you!" She lowered the cup, "I'm Selina Altas. Thank you very much for taking care of me."
She looked around the tent once more, "What happened in the tournament? did I lose?"
That would serve her right as well, she had no business using her magic like that, or entering this tournament at all, putting her own life in danger for entertainment? It was a shame to her craft, the progenitors of the wizarding arts would be rolling over in their graves if they discovered a wizard using her intensely studied spells to entertain an audience...

 

[Isabeau]

Isabeau, with a little help from a disembodied voice, she found a chair to scoot so she could sit at the woman’s bedside. She’d tuck her grey dress under her bottom and gently cross her ankles and with her soothing expression she placed her hands in her lap.

“A pleasure, Miss Atlas, I’m Isabeau and you are quite welcome, though I can only take a tiny bit of credit, the healers are the ones you should thank, they did most of the work.” A soft chuckle.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, ah, yes the tournament.”

“No, you didn’t lose per say, actually from what I’ve heard you tied with the other student, I don’t much know of what happened, other than you injured yourself, and that you did very well.” She removed her hand and leaned back.

“I am sure your family will be very proud of you; you are extremely brave.” Her words were sweet with truth and intoxicating with encouragement it was almost unearthly how compassionate she came off as.

 

[Alistair Wren]

Alistair was almost regretting dropping his combative magic unit. Leaning over the wooden rail, he watched on nervously as Ukrit Nahr went head to head with a dreadlord named Sierra. By his feet was a case full of potions, which he would use to treat Ukrit once he was done with his round, then it would be Alistair's turn.

"Oh I'm so buggered," he mused aloud, hood drawn over his features.

In Alistair's hands, he held a bundle of herbs, which he was preparing for when Ukrit returned from the area. Rotating his finger around in circles, he hummed a chant, the ends smouldering, "replenish thee," he uttered beneath his breath. Splaying his hands, he put out the flames and ash fell off the ends of the herbs. Empty vials hung off his belt, ready to be filled with healing remedies.

The herbs in hand, Alistair looked up, wincing as Ukrit fought the wolves.

"Go Ukrit! For Elbion!" He cried.

Roly, his pet giant cockroack scuttled from out beneath his hood and rested on his shoulder. Poly, his other one, sat on his head and clicked. The young mage, with a huge cockroach on his head, stood on the edge of the arena and watched as fellow battled wolves, herbs in hand and ready to treat him once he returned.

Then once, it was time for the next round, Alistair would be the one sent out, and he was dreading it, but he couldn't let the intelligent, and gentle mages of the college lose to a bunch of brutes. He had been studying empathy and conjuring for the past few months and had practically forgotten everything he had learned in his unit on battle magic.

"I could use that telekinesis and aerokinesis right about now," he shifted his eyes, thinking to himself. Herbs in his hand, he took a breath and exhaled, then continued to prepare them.

 

[Sierra]

The 16-year old girl was pinned by an animal that was larger in mass to herself. Good thing she never slacked on lift days. Not that you could. At the Academy the last to finish or weakest always got a public flogging or put in the box. Just took one time to not want that again.

Hips rocked and with a grunt she was able to move the still-warm body enough so she could slip free. The wolf's blood smeared across her clothing. Getting to a knee, she caught a glimpse of Ukrit still was that energy bow.

Centering herself with her own magic, the empath opened her senses. There. She could feel the malevolent hunger of the wolves in the arena even without seeing them. They'd sensed the injury of her opponent and seemed to be more focused on him. Sierra knew it wouldn't last.

The girl would have to take advantage of the moment.

Shouldering her bow, she sprinted across a small clearing and leaped for the low branch of a tree, cold-fingers pulling herself up as the bark bit into her fingers. The empath sensed one of the wolves change their attention on her and could feel the sudden puff of warm breath against her ankle as its jaws just missed their target.

Grunting, she stopped midway up and straddled a branch, knocking another arrow to her bow and released.

 

[Selina Della Altas]

Selina was grateful for Isabeau's encouragement and high spirits, It made her comfortable around the woman. She sipped her tea again and sat up a little bit more, propping up her pillow behind her back.
She felt a little bit of disappointment at having only tied. Henry Bauer must have killed his Manticore at the same time she killed her own and went unconscious, but his opponent didn't seem to be very wounded before she was forced to pay attention to her own challenge.

Still, she felt a bit wiser and aware of the dangers involved in her own spells, even to herself. Even though she was feeling much better she did notice a bit of a ringing in her ears. She hoped that would pass, but it just went to show the usefulness and efficiency of healing magic.

She smiled at Isabeau, "Thank you for the encouragement. I bet my parents would be proud, especially if they could have made it out here. Though I doubt they would have arrived for today with the time it would take them to receive word and then to make the journey from Alliria."

 

[Phillipa Ebonheart]

Phillipa recovered herself in due time and removed herself from their place, thanking Severin for the company and finding a good vantage as someone tugged on her sleeve.

"One of the students fell and taken to a healer's tent. She seems alright but is still in the tent. A feather shall guide you there." A voice whispered on the wind before she nodded to herself.

"It seems one of the students fell. I hope you enjoy the rest of the show." She waved to Severin before following a crow that popped into view to th tent in question.

She stood outside a moment before entering and finding Sigfrith's student and a healer present. She gave both a smile as she spoke.

"All is well I hope?" She asked politely.

 

[Isabeau]

Issy, placed another reassuring hand on the woman’s shoulder as she slowly stood.



“You welcome.” She moved toward the table of food

“Yes, that would be far for them, also, I don’t know how they would have felt, seeing you on the ground like that.” She half smiled as she began to make a plate of food, small things that wouldn’t make the woman’s stomach queasy, some bread, berries things of that nature.

“I think it would mean more to them, to hear it from your lips, care for something to eat?” As she turned another woman came in.

She sounded assure of herself, much like those in authority and so, taking a big guess she answered the woman.

“Yes, this one is a fighter, very little I think could truly harm her, she’ll have some bruising and soreness, but the ointment I’ll give her, will help with that.” She gestured.

“A little more rest and some food and she’ll be right as rain.” A nod of the head, once again Isabeau never looked at the woman but off to the side, indicating she was blind. The voice that had been helping her whispered once more in her ear.

Ah so that is who this stranger was, she thought a moment as she remained as she ever was welcoming to all.

 

[Selina Della Altas]

Phillipa Ebonheart entered the medical tent, evidently her getting hurt was grounds for a visit from the head of acquisitions. She felt honored, and more than a little nervous. They had met before in the collage library when Phillipa had returned to the collage after a long journey. She didn't dislike Ebonheart, but she is an intense person and also from the upper class, while Selina and her family were from the lower class.

She smiled and bowed her head politely, "Thank you for visiting me, Lady Ebonheart. I'm doing just fine."
She was working through her memory on everything that happened, the spells she cast and the actions she took.
"Lady Ebonheart, May I ask what happened in the tournament I was in? I'm trying to analyze everything and figure out what I could have done better."