Riddle78
Four Thousand Club
The Grimm. A seemingly infinite horde of soulless monstrosities,resembling nightmarish caricatures of natural wildlife. They indiscriminately kill and destroy anything that Human or Faunuskind touches. They've been in existence for at least as long as Humans and Faunus,quite possibly even longer. In response,the intelligent peoples of Remnant tapped into nature's natural fury,Dust,their souls,and themselves. They drove the Grimm back,more or less. They formed nations,orders,and us. We are the Hunters. Men and women dedicated to the protection of our very existence. Every year,young adults from across the globe flock to prestigious academies to learn the Hunter's Trade in a safe,controlled environment.
Pharos Academy,on the northern continent of Atlas,is one of these academies. While Beacon on Vytal is considered the best,Pharos is known for producing the most tenacious and driven Hunters. The harsh,rocky north has this effect on people,after all. The harsh climate,combined with the treacherous terrain,sparse population,and hostile wildlife,means that everyone on Atlas is a survivor,to some degree.
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Headmaster Cromwell Verigund stood at the gates to the city surrounding Pharos Academy. The entire city was a fortress; A castle wall surrounded much of the city,and went up the mountain range the castle was built on. The city was half exposed to the outside,and half built under the mountain,thanks to the city's expanding population. The castle's keep,which was converted into Pharos Academy proper,stood on the side of the mountain. The city's only entrance was an enormous bridge spanning a valley between a mountain of the far side,and the mesa the city started on.
The bridge was near-featureless. There were safety walls,of course,but they only reached shoulder height,and there were lampposts to provide light at night,but the city was built as a fortress. The bridge was,and still is,a killing field. Any Grimm that approached the city invariably came across the bridge,and are picked off,each and every time,for want of cover. Due to the size of the bridge,it also doubles as the city's sole airship dock,owing to the depth of the valley below.
The Headmaster watched the fleet of airships come in,bearing this year's future Hunters...Hopefully. Last year was a disaster. The first year students all failed the initiation exam,and they lost a good quarter of their third year students to the Grimm. He sighed. The initiation exam didn't change from last year - It COULDN'T change. It was a selection process,where only the finest would pass. If you're not good enough to pass,you're not good enough to be a Hunter. Simple as that.
As the airships docked with the bridge,the students began to disembark,and the crew started to call out student's names to collect their baggage. Some came with what seemed to be enough furniture to fill a house,while others came with little more than a duffel bag filled with the bare minimum. Hunters came from all walks of life,and Cromwell,personally,didn't care if someone was rich,poor,influential,powerless,Human,or Faunus. What mattered was what they could do.
Cromwell stood with his hands folded at the small of his back before the gates to the city,which were shut behind him. The harsh wind gusted,with nothing to stop it,billowing his coat hither and tither,putting his scabbards on display,each containing one half of his Klaivex. And here he stood to meet the future.
Pharos Academy,on the northern continent of Atlas,is one of these academies. While Beacon on Vytal is considered the best,Pharos is known for producing the most tenacious and driven Hunters. The harsh,rocky north has this effect on people,after all. The harsh climate,combined with the treacherous terrain,sparse population,and hostile wildlife,means that everyone on Atlas is a survivor,to some degree.
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Headmaster Cromwell Verigund stood at the gates to the city surrounding Pharos Academy. The entire city was a fortress; A castle wall surrounded much of the city,and went up the mountain range the castle was built on. The city was half exposed to the outside,and half built under the mountain,thanks to the city's expanding population. The castle's keep,which was converted into Pharos Academy proper,stood on the side of the mountain. The city's only entrance was an enormous bridge spanning a valley between a mountain of the far side,and the mesa the city started on.
The bridge was near-featureless. There were safety walls,of course,but they only reached shoulder height,and there were lampposts to provide light at night,but the city was built as a fortress. The bridge was,and still is,a killing field. Any Grimm that approached the city invariably came across the bridge,and are picked off,each and every time,for want of cover. Due to the size of the bridge,it also doubles as the city's sole airship dock,owing to the depth of the valley below.
The Headmaster watched the fleet of airships come in,bearing this year's future Hunters...Hopefully. Last year was a disaster. The first year students all failed the initiation exam,and they lost a good quarter of their third year students to the Grimm. He sighed. The initiation exam didn't change from last year - It COULDN'T change. It was a selection process,where only the finest would pass. If you're not good enough to pass,you're not good enough to be a Hunter. Simple as that.
As the airships docked with the bridge,the students began to disembark,and the crew started to call out student's names to collect their baggage. Some came with what seemed to be enough furniture to fill a house,while others came with little more than a duffel bag filled with the bare minimum. Hunters came from all walks of life,and Cromwell,personally,didn't care if someone was rich,poor,influential,powerless,Human,or Faunus. What mattered was what they could do.
Cromwell stood with his hands folded at the small of his back before the gates to the city,which were shut behind him. The harsh wind gusted,with nothing to stop it,billowing his coat hither and tither,putting his scabbards on display,each containing one half of his Klaivex. And here he stood to meet the future.
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