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Tests.
While one class readies themselves to graduate and, hopefully, continue to serve Vel Anir, the class Lux Quillon was part of was to undergo a series of tests to train and decipher where their weaknesses may be. Despite how many capable mages were among his class, there were still many that should not have survived this long if the Revolution had not happened when they were young and beginning to learn kill shots. They had asked that Dreadlord, Ophir and his geomancy, back for this test, but he seemed to be heading another group, one that included Larrainth and D'Amour. Should he feel slighted that he wasn't considered to be part of a group they were in? That he was not on the same level as the best in their class?
With a shallow sigh, Lux leaned heavily against the trunk of a tree.
They had all been dragged out to the forest surrounding the read of the Academy, towards the old training courses. Some of those courses were ruins, but two challenging areas had been restored to near perfection thanks to Zephyrine Caddel, a member of the graduating class. Ophir had lead one group towards the other course, while Lux and the runts were left with a course that was infused with many, many traps and magical illusions. He lifted a pale brow when he saw the first Initiate take a crack at the course.
First, they had to navigate crossing from this side of the cliff to the other, a clearance that was a clean fifteen metres to travel. The drop would be near fatal, if you aimed to fall into the low river coursing below. The only thing to assist one across was the stepping stones held up with by a bridge bad from string.
Secondly, Initiates were expected to activate and navigate through a stone maze, where walls fell and changed the winning routes every minute. It was to test the reflexes and endurance of an Initiate. To run on instinct may work for some, but it was also a poor choice when the magic infused in this sector was calculated.
Thirdly, they were expected to cross a trapped courtyard. The cost of entry and activation of this course was to give up your magic. At the beginning of the third task was a sundial, where an Initiate was expected to pierce their hand and let their blood flow and fill the clockface etched in the marble. From one's blood, magic was siphoned, and would leave the Initiate without magic for a few hours. This task was to test the strengths of each Initiate, and more. The proctor heading their group instructed them to make it to the third task in order to hear the rest of the objectives.
Lux, not one for small talk or creating alliances, stepped up to the beginning of the first task. Magic would not help him here, but he was built to be unbreakable, unbeatable in the training pits.
"One at a time, unless you wish to fall to your deaths." Were the leaving intructions of the Proctor, moving to go down a path that would take them to the last task.
While one class readies themselves to graduate and, hopefully, continue to serve Vel Anir, the class Lux Quillon was part of was to undergo a series of tests to train and decipher where their weaknesses may be. Despite how many capable mages were among his class, there were still many that should not have survived this long if the Revolution had not happened when they were young and beginning to learn kill shots. They had asked that Dreadlord, Ophir and his geomancy, back for this test, but he seemed to be heading another group, one that included Larrainth and D'Amour. Should he feel slighted that he wasn't considered to be part of a group they were in? That he was not on the same level as the best in their class?
With a shallow sigh, Lux leaned heavily against the trunk of a tree.
They had all been dragged out to the forest surrounding the read of the Academy, towards the old training courses. Some of those courses were ruins, but two challenging areas had been restored to near perfection thanks to Zephyrine Caddel, a member of the graduating class. Ophir had lead one group towards the other course, while Lux and the runts were left with a course that was infused with many, many traps and magical illusions. He lifted a pale brow when he saw the first Initiate take a crack at the course.
First, they had to navigate crossing from this side of the cliff to the other, a clearance that was a clean fifteen metres to travel. The drop would be near fatal, if you aimed to fall into the low river coursing below. The only thing to assist one across was the stepping stones held up with by a bridge bad from string.
Secondly, Initiates were expected to activate and navigate through a stone maze, where walls fell and changed the winning routes every minute. It was to test the reflexes and endurance of an Initiate. To run on instinct may work for some, but it was also a poor choice when the magic infused in this sector was calculated.
Thirdly, they were expected to cross a trapped courtyard. The cost of entry and activation of this course was to give up your magic. At the beginning of the third task was a sundial, where an Initiate was expected to pierce their hand and let their blood flow and fill the clockface etched in the marble. From one's blood, magic was siphoned, and would leave the Initiate without magic for a few hours. This task was to test the strengths of each Initiate, and more. The proctor heading their group instructed them to make it to the third task in order to hear the rest of the objectives.
Lux, not one for small talk or creating alliances, stepped up to the beginning of the first task. Magic would not help him here, but he was built to be unbreakable, unbeatable in the training pits.
"One at a time, unless you wish to fall to your deaths." Were the leaving intructions of the Proctor, moving to go down a path that would take them to the last task.
