So You Want to Be a Sorcerer [Straylor]

[Medaerus]

Awaiting Timestamp From Grim

OOC: Straylor, you might want to read this thread starting here. Just Grim and my posts. There's a little plot woven into this

IC:
The sun rose ever so slowly over the horizan; awakening the birds of Nexus Prime and illuminating the dewy grass of certain Nexian's front lawns. Three long, black shadows peared the golden light like spears: the Arcane Rainbow Towers.

As Medaerus made his way from Roland's, draped in the silver robes the clerk had given him that day and wand in hand, his mind was racing furiously. The clerk that had signed him up had acted very peculiar, and before the candlemark was over Medaerus had found himself with a nasty predicament on his hands. On the underside of his application form that the lady had given him to fill out had been a plea for help explaining that she was chained to the desk and her family taken hostage.

Now, as Medaerus rushed to the Tower for Force, anxiety overwhelming him, he wondered many things, the most important being: would this Silvana be able to help him?

He hoped so.

The Sylrosian's small stick of a shadow shot like an arrow towards the 'spears', and soon he was bursting through the door of the Tower of Force, his eyes sweeping around wildly. Tower of Force, top floor... Finding a staircase, the elf stepped as quickly and quietly as he could to the very top level, so as not to disturb anyone. Once he found flat ground once more, he stood for a moment, panting and glancing around for any sign of his master.

[Straylor Leonard]

It was interesting that Med should attempt to enter the Tower of Force without 'disturbing anyone'. It should have been a widely known fact that the Sorcery wing of the Rainbow Towers wasn't particularly a peaceful section, nor was it famous for anything discrete or even quiet.

The spire was perhaps the busiest place Medaerus visited this brightening. Silver robed students ascended, descended, and teleported between classes, staircases, and doors. Several older students, perhaps those who were preparing for their journeymanship were boasting various spells they either Created or Reshaped. Two brown-haired boys in particular were trying a bit too hard to meditate in the crowded entrance, to the amusement of a crowd of students who were cheering and laughing as they did.

"Damn! C'MON CLARITY! WORK WITH ME, BABY!", the taller one said as he clenched his fists and made his face redden in frustration.

The other boy who was doing the same, except for the fact that he was on the cold marble floor, sitting cross-legged. "Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... hummmmmmmmmmmm..."

[Medaerus]

It was chaos. This was not what Medaerus had imagined as the famous Sorcerer's Tower, the esteemed spire of Force. The elf shook his head wearily. Now where could Silvana be?

Students appeared at random intervals around the elf, jerking and jostling him at times. Making his way to a shadowy corner between two classroom doors, he huddled there, furious. How could they dishonor such an art as that of arcane? Med thought. If Nexus is run by these people in the future...

The Sylrosian shook his head and backed further into the shadows. How could one focus in this ballyhoo?

[Straylor Leonard]

Ballyhoo.

That's a funny word.

Nevertheless, there was one figure that seemed to transcend the usual mischief that ran between classes. Silver-robed sorcerers immediately scattered at the sight of her black, seamless robes. The woman's raven hair was streaked with pure white bands at random intervals, an accessory to her already beautiful features. She was no longer the young sorceress she once was, but her intelligence and experiences were left intact. Her countenance shone with an absolute cool, an unfathomable dominance that seemed to radiate from her being.

Regarding the flustered elf for a moment a smile seemed to form on her features before nodding her head politely.

"Serale", she noted with a hint of nobility in her tone, "you mustbe my new student. The newer ones don't usually act like cabbits on heat ... yet."

[Medaerus]

Medaerus did not cringe. He did not flinch. He did not drop to his knees and bow down before her. He didn't even freeze.

Stepping away from the shadows, he face her, his piercing eyes testing hers carefully. The elf knew that she was a force to be reckoned with, just by her demeanor.

"Serale. Silvana, I take it? Pleasure to meet you. Yes, I am your new student, although I prefer to be called Medaerus. I would like to make evident that I am not here to become a cabbit on heat. I am here to taste the art of Sorcery and save someone's life." The seriousness of his tone would be enough to snatch her attention immediately.

He gave her a solid, respectful look, but underneath it all he begged for her to understand the urgency of the situation. This wasn't just the fact of passing initiate Sorcery class.

People's lives were at risk.

[Straylor Leonard]

At her student's seriously, the stern woman's features relaxed a bit and she broke into a plain giggle. This one would be most amusing, though he could use a Force Lariat to pull that anal retentive attitute out of his arse.

"You will address me as Mistress", she returned with another curt nod, "and I will call you whatever I please, pupil. Hmm, that sounds about right. Pupil." With a wave of her hand, she indicated that Medaerus should follow her whether he wanted or not. "My classroom is here. We will meet here between the 11th and 12th candlemark each brightening. Only then will you find this classroom accessible." She paused between two solid oak doors and knocked. The door opened a little, allowing her to slip into the crack leaving the elf behind.

Should Medaerus follow suit he would find himself standing inside a fairly small classroomm fit for only a handfull of students at best. He saw five compact chairs, complete with a table that was somewhat connected to it. And on the forefront of the room was a large, sturdy wooden desk with a large, luxurious chair behind it. Mistress Silvana found herself sitting on it before Med could take in the scenery and gestured for her student to find a seat for himself.

There were only three windows in this classroom, and the stone and partially wooden walls were hardly decorated with anything worthwhile. Then again, the designers of the towers probably refrained from decorating classrooms since it would've been totally counterproductive should students learning Arcana get distracted and blow someone up.

"I guess we'll start with the boring question", she stated her eyes gazing into the elf's, "why do you want to learn Sorcery? And I'd appreciate some heart into your reasons, please. Notice that I used the plural form of 'reason' since I can't see why anyone would voluntarily pay a hefty sum of crowns for lack of any personal and perhaps even religious motive. I've seen too many aspiring heroes walk through these enchanted doors." She grinned, then made a flicking motion with her left hand -- and a tall wine glass appeared on the table. "Please, continue." Taking the glass with her ringed hands, she raised it towards her lips, and immediately, it started to fill with a crimson liquid.

[Medaerus]

Medaerus was taken aback by the giggle. Was this woman crazy? He refused to train with a lunatic.

Medaerus kept a steady gaze on the woman while she spoke. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. The elf had attempted to refrain from the action, but there was barely any holding back when he was addressed as 'pupil'.

Medaerus hesitated slightly, then followed her to her room. They would need to speak in private about the matter gripping his mind at the moment, gripping it and spinning it in dizzying circles. Uncertainty held him back from acting too seriously, and Med did -not- like the restriction. He slipped in after his Mistress, taking in the room with a brief sweep of his silver eyes before placing himself in a seat, finding it considerably uninteresting.

The Sylrosian listened to his mistress as she asked him the first question of the course. He sat silently for a moment, choosing his words carefully. He did not want to anger the master sorceress.

"Please excuse me for just a moment, but I'm sure that if you let me explain, you won't mind." He glanced nervously at her. He would be very brief in his explainations. "When - when I registered for this course, the clerk in the hall down below, she wrote on the back of my registration form that her family had been taken hostage and she chained to the desk that she worked at."

The elf paused for a moment to let it sink in, then continued. "She pleaded for help, but did so discreetly. I was wondering, since you were the only name that she gave me, if you could help save her. I don't know any other circumstances, and I am unsure of what to do. Please...please help." Medaerus stared at her hard, only hoping that she would make the right decision.

OOC: If you don't want to deal with the plot, I can talk to Aesha and do it that way. Otherwise I can talk to Aesha and have her mod us saving her, but dismiss the thought if Silvana just wants to train Sorcery.

[Straylor Leonard]

As Medaerus spoke, the sorceress paused her drinking and leaned forward across her table. And when the elf finished, she immediately rose from her seat and shook her head.

"You said the clerk?", she asked eying her student carefully, "if what you say is true, then we must help her. Take me to her, and be discrete. I won't be far behind." With that, she gestured towards the door. It would seem that training and unbinding would take a back seat to this little adventure.

OoC: Grim gave me permission to go ahead.

[Medaerus]

OOC: Awesome! This will be great...

IC:
Medaerus immediately leapt to his feet, relief flooding through him that the woman finally understood.

"Yes, follow behind me, Mistress. But first we must make a plan. How about I make sure that no one is there, then you teleport down a few minutes later, magically sever the chain, and we whisk the woman away for further questioning about her family!"

Medaerus frowned. "No, no. Whoever's watching must know if she leaves, and they could kill her family on the second...or am I just crazy?"

The elf flopped back down in the chair. "Why dthis is a predicament."

[Straylor Leonard]

The sorceress shook her head, and smiled sadly.

"Worry not, my pupil", she said, "just lead me to her, and act calmly. Say that you got lost going to your class or something." She shrugged, still making her way towards the door. "But be discrete. I do not suggest taking your time and exchanging notes, though. That will be too suspicious. And if anyone is watching her like you said, then they will be around. Any imbuement would've been dispeled by the those in the reception area. The academy has our people stationed there."

Mistress Silvana grasped the door knob as she finished off that sentence and gestured for her student to lead the way. "In order to disarm a trap, it must first be revealed."

[Medaerus]

Worry not.

Right. He would have to work on that.

Medaerus stood back up, figuring that maybe the Sorceress might have a bit of wisdom in her. He ran his thin fingers through his hair. This would definitely be an adventure.

The Sylrosian's mood was not improved when she once more called him 'pupil,' but he had not time for such petty things at the moment. Medaerus's mind raced as he listened to her simutaniously. Slipping back out of the room, he swept through the milling sorcerers without a backward glance. They did not understand the trouble at hand...

His silver robes rippling softly, the elf continued down the stairs at a relaxed pace, his face assuming a curious expression. Medaerus made sure to peer into random passing classrooms as if searching for something.

Finally, he reached the bottom of the building, very nearly refraining from looking back to see if Silvana was still behind him.

Worry not. Maybe this lady was a lunatic.

[Straylor Leonard]

The halls were noisy as ever, but the students momentarily paused their horseplay when the classroom doors threatened to introduce Mistress Silvana. But when it did not, they continued their various games and activities.

Med found his way back to the receptionist area without much problem. The stairs, doors, and even his act did not lead to any serious injury and / or immediately death. When he arrived at the desk, however, it was no longer the nervous-looking lady who greeted him before. Instead, a handsome young man smiled as he looked up at the elf.

"What may I do you for?", he asked in a formal yet friendly tone, "... first brightening here?" He nodded, obviously noting Medaerus' sliver robes, "I'd be glad to assist you to your teacher."

[Medaerus]

Med reached the bottom of the stairs, and, in his feigned searches, did not look at the receptionist until he bumped into the desk. The Sylrosian's heart froze. It was a man. The woman had gone. She had gone...

Panic suddenly holding him in a vice grip, Medaerus fixed a forced smile and said, "Er - yes. Yes, I have lost my class. I think that I was told-" he suddenly broke off pretending to have noticed the change. "Say, wasn't that nice young lady here last time? Where did she go?"

The elf looked side to side as if she might be lurking in a dark corner. An idea suddenly occured to him and he sidestepped, pretending to find interest in a pamphlet set on the table. But in his step he purposely caught his foot on the corner of the desk and was sent tumbling to the floor...

...with a perfect view to the underside of the desk.

Med frantically searched for any traces of a chain beneath the man, using a soft groan to buy him time.

[Straylor Leonard]

The man maintained a smile as Med fumbled the pamphlet onto the floor and crouched down.

No chains.

"A class?", the clerk repeated as he stood up to check on the student, "well that would depend on your teacher?" He paused, thinking of the elf's last query before he suddenly took interest on a pamphlet entitled: Arcana and You, "you mean the one before my shift? She's probably on her way back to class now. Some students work here at the desk to lower their tuition fees a bit." He smiled brightly then nodded as he offered his hand to help Medaerus up.