Fantasy The Kirkwall team: rp

[Pat]

"We will, for I am no mage." Lilith improvised on the spot, attempting to deflect the implied knowledge of the statement. "These challenges may be designed to separate the wheat from the chaff, but the thresher is often so wasteful of the opportunity the grain as a whole possesses, don't you think? As you take care of your brothers in arms, I seek to protect my own. While I do not doubt their abilities to get to the very end of this competition by the slightest, I find every possible opportunity should be explored to improve their odds of success and survival. Our cooperation would improve our respective chances exponentially." She lightly wrapped her fingers around his dominant hand and gently guided it to her hair, grabbing with it the violet flower from her white locks and placing it in the lapel of his armor. She hoped that he was as good with symbolism as he was in seeing through her ruse. "Surely you can tell I'm different from those other women. Unlike them, I would be most grateful should you accept my offer. I promise to you a warmth you won't forget long after I must depart your company, even in your loneliest nights." The succubus prayed for the second time that day the divines would favor her. She knew of few men - and women for that matter - in the world who would reject such a forward proposition by her kind had they the assurance their lives would be kept intact after the deed was done. Especially ones of advanced years in such a stressful and demanding occupation such as his.

 

[Skitts]

Ten men and five women all of varying ages of teenage and older waited in a room for the headmaster. Only a small round table with a blue crystal upon in, Once Shen and Chesra entered the room all took a moment to listen to Shen explain teleportation, then linked hands as Shen spoke some hushed words and touched the crystal on the table. In a flash all in the room were at the tall castle in a similar room with a blue crystal. Shen led his party to the courtyard before excusing himself “I Have matters to attend to, you all should be grateful you didn’t wait as long as the rest of the people” with a small smile he waved his hand to gesture he was done as he walked off to find the two kings wizards.

Standing with the other fifteen Magi, Chesra nodded at the headmaster's words, though more to herself than him. The others were mostly quiet, but she could hear occasional chatter in the group as they began moving towards the area occupied by other Magi. They all mixed in while she stayed more on the outside, eyeing the rest of the crowd gathered in the courtyard, holding her stomach. The teleportation made her queasy, the feeling still somewhat present.

Many fighters stood there, many willing to risk their lives for a granted wish. She wondered about their wishes - hers was still a mystery to her. Why was she there, again? Ah, to gather experience in the outside world. A simpler bounty, a simpler quest would have done just fine. It would have done better. It was too late now to back out, though. Perhaps they would not pick her - she was only a healer, lousy at fighting. Fighting Magi who could heal a bit would be more valuable to the team, and there must have been those in the group gathered in their corner. It was useful for them when going out on their own.

She approached the nearest Mage facing in her general direction or to her sides, not really certain whether it was one from the group the headmaster teleported there. Did anyone know what they were supposed to do? And how? The kings would have to explain everything just before it began, but there must have been rumours.

"Excuse me, do you know anything about the trials?" she asked, pulling her hand back. She meant to tap the Mage's shoulder, but thought better not.
NeonFlow

 

[NeonFlow]

"We will, for I am no mage." Lilith improvised on the spot, attempting to deflect the implied knowledge of the statement. "These challenges may be designed to separate the wheat from the chaff, but the thresher is often so wasteful of the opportunity the grain as a whole possesses, don't you think? As you take care of your brothers in arms, I seek to protect my own. While I do not doubt their abilities to get to the very end of this competition by the slightest, I find every possible opportunity should be explored to improve their odds of success and survival. Our cooperation would improve our respective chances exponentially." She lightly wrapped her fingers around his dominant hand and gently guided it to her hair, grabbing with it the violet flower from her white locks and placing it in the lapel of his armor. She hoped that he was as good with symbolism as he was in seeing through her ruse. "Surely you can tell I'm different from those other women. Unlike them, I would be most grateful should you accept my offer. I promise to you a warmth you won't forget long after I must depart your company, even in your loneliest nights." The succubus prayed for the second time that day the divines would favor her. She knew of few men - and women for that matter - in the world who would reject such a forward proposition by her kind had they the assurance their lives would be kept intact after the deed was done. Especially ones of advanced years in such a stressful and demanding occupation such as his.

Artim had to clear his throat and look away, a obvious flush appeared on his tanned weathered face. The younger men who followed him were reverted back to teenagers as they pulled on his cloak and made stupid jokes. Artim shushes them with a raised fist.
Artim however had to gather his wits for a few seconds before he took a breath and spoke with as much of a stoic tone he could muster.
“As pleasant as that sounds, I cannot agree to your offer..”
Artim coughed before he placed a arm on Liliths shoulder to walk a step away from his men. “From what I understand only nine people are being selected. You have better chances being our seventh”
Pat

Standing with the other fifteen Magi, Chesra nodded at the headmaster's words, though more to herself than him. The others were mostly quiet, but she could hear occasional chatter in the group as they began moving towards the area occupied by other Magi. They all mixed in while she stayed more on the outside, eyeing the rest of the crowd gathered in the courtyard, holding her stomach. The teleportation made her queasy, the feeling still somewhat present.

Many fighters stood there, many willing to risk their lives for a granted wish. She wondered about their wishes - hers was still a mystery to her. Why was she there, again? Ah, to gather experience in the outside world. A simpler bounty, a simpler quest would have done just fine. It would have done better. It was too late now to back out, though. Perhaps they would not pick her - she was only a healer, lousy at fighting. Fighting Magi who could heal a bit would be more valuable to the team, and there must have been those in the group gathered in their corner. It was useful for them when going out on their own.

She approached the nearest Mage facing in her general direction or to her sides, not really certain whether it was one from the group the headmaster teleported there. Did anyone know what they were supposed to do? And how? The kings would have to explain everything just before it began, but there must have been rumours.

"Excuse me, do you know anything about the trials?" she asked, pulling her hand back. She meant to tap the Mage's shoulder, but thought better not.
NeonFlow

A man named daeman answers Chesra, “I think mages are being tested separate to the others.. they said the kings would it explain it..”
Before daemon could say another word however a horn blared, a man on a balcony overlooking the courtyard began to speak, “presenting the two kings, lord Leo Amber an-“
A man with blazing orange hair and a strong tall physique stopped the announcer.

“I know why you all have gathered, and I will not waste time. My brother and I have placed this bounty for the protection of Kirkwall!...
Wolftooth is a evil creature, a monster we cannot reason with. Our armies cannot march outside the walls to hunt this creature, we believe something more versatile is needed. These trials will determine who amongst you will make the grouping, who amongst you will join Kirkwall’s hunting parties...
I know many of you only came here at the mention of wishes. Those selected will receive their wish granted. You will not know how until these trials are complete. The grand wizard Shen Anigans will now take the floor.”
Leo left as Shen appeared on the balcony as if he had always been standing on the railing.
“The trials will test your confidence in battle, and your abilities. If you have any talent for magic at all you must follow the men in white robes now.”
Skitts SRUNewman

Yoh was taking in all the words, thinking faster then the bird had ran.
I can’t sneak off here... I can only proceed... white robes?
Sure enough ten mages in white robes stood at two doorways directing people toward them.
Yoh walked over as casually as he watched who else did, at least half of the crowd started making their way towards the two doors.

Shen watched and waited, he couldn’t help but notice Tyree in Lilith’s group.
Tyree? dammit I know a ogre destroyed your sons bar... it isn’t worth fighting for a wish!!

 

[Pat]

"Casualties are to be expected, despite my best efforts otherwise. I suspect you worry much of the same yourself. While I am not so hasty to entirely deny the allure of your invitation, if it comes down to a point were our remaining numbers must be whittled down, I propose a compromise; we settle the matter if it comes up again civilly amongst ourselves with matches of wrestling and fisticuffs, presided over by us acting as judges until we reach the necessary solution." Lilith bit her lip at the thought of observing some of the finest specimens of the land exerting themselves in a struggle for dominance. "Until then," she continued, "why not exceed the expectations of the kings? Perhaps they would enlarge the party ultimately given this quest if they were suitably impressed by our performances together."

 

[Skitts]

Pushed by the group of Magi behind her, Chesra hurried along not to be trampled in the crowd. Magi were tested separate from the others, the Mage had said, his words confirmed by the current separation. The ten white-robed Magi had an intimidating aura about them, or at least that was how she felt about them. So uniform, so... clean. White was a powerful colour.

She could not stop her heart from fluttering, its beat speeding up as they neared the white Mages and stopped before them. They were not too far from her, given that the crowd she stood by was behind her or to her sides, nearly no one pushing forward. She was hoping she would not fail, at least not immediately. A swift check of her shoulder with her palm solidified in her the fact that she was without her backpack - she had no reason to carry it to meals. She would have to make do with her usual amulets, or with no use of amulets at all. After all, if she could not rise above the others without help, she was not worth going into the fight.

 

[NeonFlow]

"Casualties are to be expected, despite my best efforts otherwise. I suspect you worry much of the same yourself. While I am not so hasty to entirely deny the allure of your invitation, if it comes down to a point were our remaining numbers must be whittled down, I propose a compromise; we settle the matter if it comes up again civilly amongst ourselves with matches of wrestling and fisticuffs, presided over by us acting as judges until we reach the necessary solution." Lilith bit her lip at the thought of observing some of the finest specimens of the land exerting themselves in a struggle for dominance. "Until then," she continued, "why not exceed the expectations of the kings? Perhaps they would enlarge the party ultimately given this quest if they were suitably impressed by our performances together."

Artim like the rest of any members of the champions took a knee as king Leo spoke. As the mages begin to leave he turned to Lilith to answer her suggestion. “No member of the guild would kill a man or woman who is of no immediate threat, I would suggest worrying about the trials before you make plans for us.” Artim didn’t remove the flower showing from his uniform however. And couldn’t help but look the woman up and down before taking his party to the opposite side to allow mages past.

Pushed by the group of Magi behind her, Chesra hurried along not to be trampled in the crowd. Magi were tested separate from the others, the Mage had said, his words confirmed by the current separation. The ten white-robed Magi had an intimidating aura about them, or at least that was how she felt about them. So uniform, so... clean. White was a powerful colour.

She could not stop her heart from fluttering, its beat speeding up as they neared the white Mages and stopped before them. They were not too far from her, given that the crowd she stood by was behind her or to her sides, nearly no one pushing forward. She was hoping she would not fail, at least not immediately. A swift check of her shoulder with her palm solidified in her the fact that she was without her backpack - she had no reason to carry it to meals. She would have to make do with her usual amulets, or with no use of amulets at all. After all, if she could not rise above the others without help, she was not worth going into the fight.

All of those with magic ability were split into two large groups. Apart from one or two sneaky individuals...
Five mages led the first group down a corridor into a large hall, presumably for feasts with how large the tables were. Three white mages organised lines and would hand out a small sheet of paper to each mage as they stepped ahead in line.
“One drop of your blood is to be placed on the middle of this paper. including your name and the number we give you”
Yoh’s number was 37. With a dagger yoh pricked his pinkie finger and let a drop of blood hit the paper, the red soaked in quickly becoming black and green, flecks of yellow and red before the green turned purple. Yoh wrote his first name and number on the back of the paper with a pencil before standing in line to talk to the two other white mages.
“Shadows, poison.. potential for lighting or fire... shadow and poison are rare, you have rare heritage thirty seven”
Yoh nodded his head and awaited further instruction. “Follow the rest out the door to the right, you’ll Be notified soon if you pass.“
Yoh sighed and walked on. The man hated being told what to do, where to wait, having to wait...
Skitts chesra’s number is 43. (The pattern from your blood is however you want to describe it. She will also be sent to the room on the right to wait for her results)

 

[Skitts]

Spoiler: Chesra's symbol

((The colours seem much paler here than on my phone, hmph))

The moment she sat down, she scribbled her name and assigned number onto the paper. Chesra Vodov, forty-three. Nothing was given to them to break their skin with, but even without any weapon on her, Chesra managed to think of the obvious despite struggling for a moment - an ice blade.

Slight glow appeared on her hand and she soon held a small, sharp ice knife in it, palm coated with a thin layer of ice so her creation would not melt on touch - it was easier to keep up the ice pad with her magic, it drained her less. Her finger stung when it met the cold blade, most of the blood seeping into the ice, a drop or two landing on the paper.

Soaked in within moments, the drop spread into a blotch of unusual size for an amount that small. It seemed a random shape at first but it continued to form a spiral with a bleeding effect on its borders, the soft blues on the inner and greens on the outer edge forming a gradient from one to the other. Once it stopped, a final change happened - a thin line around the border of the entire spiral changed to a pale orange-red.

She observed it for a moment longer, then shook her head and dispersed the ice in and on her hand. The cold had till then numbed the small sting of pain and prevented most of the blood from dripping out of her finger and onto the table or paper, and now a soft green flash the colour matching the one on the paper enveloped the scar, the wound disappearing with the light. Both the pain and numbing cold were gone.

Snatching the paper, she attempted to leave the bench, heartbeat elevated. Her first attempts ended in her stepping on the hem of her dress, though with no rips made on the light but sturdy white material. She then apologised a couple of times to the person to her left, scratching her with both of her rough boot soles while swinging her legs around, still sitting down. Finally on her feet, she stumbled a few steps, taking in deep breaths to calm herself before she handed her paper to one of the two white Magi standing at the end of the line. The trial was now even closer.

Once she reached them, the left Mage inspected it, mentioned aloud all her magical traits she had been aware of since she found out she could learn magic, and pointed her to the room to her right, telling her she would be notified of her passing or failure to continue, his attention on the next applicant. She nodded and hurried off there, getting close to tripping over herself several times and taking a deep breath once she was on the other side and leaning against a wall right next to the door. Her lucky amulets could never help her flustered self.

She eyed the room and the others in there, so many different faces sparing mere glances her way and then switching to other applicants entering after her. All the faces differed greatly and she did not know if any healers were amongst them, or if any were on their way to the room. Would she be the only one? Would she even pass? Would other healers pass? How could she even test next to all fighters? She could not kill something. Unless it was fervent to kill her.

Crossing her arms, she waited. Her heart barely calmed down.