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Somewhere a couple miles out from the walls of Elbion, the sun was harshly beating down upon a town near the Seret Mountains. The citizens had adapted to these conditions, walking around and working and trading and living as usual, and everything seemed to be normal at first glance. Well, normal until you looked in a rather inconspicuous tavern nestled in one of the more busy streets, though they might be called walkways for how few carriages and horses made an appearance. Inside the rather small building sat exactly twenty nine college students, all from Elbion. This was all well and good, until the supervisor tasked with timing the attending scholars realized there should have been thirty within its confines. Luckily, the thirtieth and last participant made his way inside shortly after, to which the professor gave him a sharp look and said nothing more. Razputin, as it turned out, was that person, and it would suffice to say that calling him embarrassed would be an understatement.
Razputin looked around at the tavern, Eyes searching for a place to sit, eager to get that little mistake out of the way and jump into the mission. Unable to find a seat, he would pile into a booth and quickly retreat into his own mind. The professor had introduced the idea suddenly and picked groups just as fast, and he attempted to recall what information he had been given at their one and only briefing on the test. Honestly, he had only really caught the beginning and main ideas and in that moment, as he tried to remember anything at all, fiercely wished he would have had the foresight to take notes. Finally, words began to form in his mind which he turned to sentences, mentally breathing a startlingly loud sigh of relief. There was a time limit of three days to get through the jungle, and not a minute could be wasted on something like trying to figure out what to get. Finally, he began reviewing what he had recalled:
"Scholars, you have proved you can learn things and spit them back at me with great accuracy, and that is all well and good. School is somewhat that, surely, but you must also be able to use the knowledge you throw out in exasperated answers. As it turns out, the school is missing a-" At this point, it would move from his head to his mouth, a decision that changed the course of the mission. "Incredibly valuable....I put out a notice in different names so adventurers and mercenaries could help. It will be pretty dangerous, but I believe you can do this. If you can't, though, that's not my problem." Finally, he would snap out of his stupor and look up, realizing he was now sitting in front of someone who was staring at him oddly. "Gah! Sorry for being weird. I didn't see you." Eyes flickering to the side, he would notice everyone finally exiting and sigh, somehow already mentally and physically tired.
Finally sliding out of the booth and joining the rest of his class, Raz would watch as groups of three one by one set off. There were no proctors around, and he watched confusedly as a group of five set off. Only a couple minutes after did he realize two of the five were most likely his team-mates for the project. Cursing to himself, he would lean against the quest board, utterly and completely defeated. "No way I can do this on my own. I was going to sell some petals to buy new stuff for my bed, too." He'd grit his teeth, now less focused on his robes dirtying against the dusty wood and more working on holding back tears. It's not like the Professors could stop those jerks now anyway, no need to cry about it. There was only one paper left on the board, an assignment bearing the pseudonym of Raz's group (if it could be called that now): Varis L'enge.
Vandor Colton Lilette Blackbriar (Maybe Colton takes the quest and Lilette overhears?)
Razputin looked around at the tavern, Eyes searching for a place to sit, eager to get that little mistake out of the way and jump into the mission. Unable to find a seat, he would pile into a booth and quickly retreat into his own mind. The professor had introduced the idea suddenly and picked groups just as fast, and he attempted to recall what information he had been given at their one and only briefing on the test. Honestly, he had only really caught the beginning and main ideas and in that moment, as he tried to remember anything at all, fiercely wished he would have had the foresight to take notes. Finally, words began to form in his mind which he turned to sentences, mentally breathing a startlingly loud sigh of relief. There was a time limit of three days to get through the jungle, and not a minute could be wasted on something like trying to figure out what to get. Finally, he began reviewing what he had recalled:
"Scholars, you have proved you can learn things and spit them back at me with great accuracy, and that is all well and good. School is somewhat that, surely, but you must also be able to use the knowledge you throw out in exasperated answers. As it turns out, the school is missing a-" At this point, it would move from his head to his mouth, a decision that changed the course of the mission. "Incredibly valuable....I put out a notice in different names so adventurers and mercenaries could help. It will be pretty dangerous, but I believe you can do this. If you can't, though, that's not my problem." Finally, he would snap out of his stupor and look up, realizing he was now sitting in front of someone who was staring at him oddly. "Gah! Sorry for being weird. I didn't see you." Eyes flickering to the side, he would notice everyone finally exiting and sigh, somehow already mentally and physically tired.
Finally sliding out of the booth and joining the rest of his class, Raz would watch as groups of three one by one set off. There were no proctors around, and he watched confusedly as a group of five set off. Only a couple minutes after did he realize two of the five were most likely his team-mates for the project. Cursing to himself, he would lean against the quest board, utterly and completely defeated. "No way I can do this on my own. I was going to sell some petals to buy new stuff for my bed, too." He'd grit his teeth, now less focused on his robes dirtying against the dusty wood and more working on holding back tears. It's not like the Professors could stop those jerks now anyway, no need to cry about it. There was only one paper left on the board, an assignment bearing the pseudonym of Raz's group (if it could be called that now): Varis L'enge.
Vandor Colton Lilette Blackbriar (Maybe Colton takes the quest and Lilette overhears?)