Académie Royale de l'Arcane

Roy flinches when the boy pokes at the healing burn.

"Ow...please don't do that."

When they ask if he's a vampire, he deliberates for a moment before giving a reluctant nod.

"Yeah...don't tell everyone, ok? It's not something I need everyone to know. I'm here as an exchange student from the academy in Aaedan. I'm not a hundred years old, I'm only 19. And I don't know how long it would have taken me to die. Not very long. I don't think about it often."

He scrutinizes the troublesome young boys carefully.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Hey! Slow down!"

Roy runs after them, trying to keep the parasol over his head.

"Stop! I don't want to go to the dining hall! I don't get blood from there!"

After a moment, he remembers that he has vampire strength and stops in his tracks. He pulls the troublesome twins towards him.

"I buy blood sausage and blood pudding from the butcher in town. I don't eat people. I don't need the dining hall people knowing I'm a vampire. I eat normal foods too, you know."

He gives a nervous glance up at the sky, making sure the parasol will cover him completely.

"And be careful! I don't want to get burned again."

And then, Kold'Ron found it. The Stone Orc was wide eyed, looking to the massive building. "By the Light..." His voice grumbled out, completely in awe. This seemed like the shrine of mages, if anything. His heart began to pick up, breath intensifying, arms getting shaky. This was it. But... could he make it? Could he, compared to the hundreds of others that must wish to get in.

Kold'Ron continued to march forward, a large grin upon his face as he flexed his body for a moment, trying to tire out his excitement. It didn't work. He was seriously allowed to go here, by his own father! This was amazing, he made sure his Writ of Travel was still on his person, clinging onto it with all of his might as he continued to march forward. What would he learn here? What sort of friends would he meet? What knowledge was to be attained? What treasures to find? 

He hurried up the steps, his wolf-pelt along with his robes moving around fairly as he hurried up the way. At the top of the stairs, he stopped himself, flexing up with wide eyes. What was he thinking? Just storm in there? Claim his right through what method? He sadly came to conclusion, but soon changed his mindset to the next objective: Wait. Of course, someone would come visit him, right? They wouldn't just leave the Orc there to stand for the entirety of the day! Right..?

A man with a bushy mustache and a broom walks outside, sweeping the steps. As he disposes of the dust, he sposts Kold'Ron standing there and walks over.

"Why, hello, laddie. Looking for someone?"

He smiles at the hulking orc, his mustache bristling.

"Here to visit someone in the academy?"

Standing tall and proud, he quickly kept his back straight, chin up, arms at his sides as he witnessed a man coming forward, looking professional. All dressed up with that strange outlander clothing. Of course, their apparel was always wonderful and admiring, the varieties and colors they chose to wear.



But as the male came over, he spoke in a less formal way of speaking, making Kold'Ron sigh and look to the man with an excited grin. "Sir, I wish to become a part of this Academy." He spoke aloud boldly. "I come from the tribe of Falkreath, with my father's-" Suddenly, he was interrupted.

Looking down at the duo, which appeared to be twins, had gotten quite excited. Show him around? Was he expected!? "A-Alright, then.." He looked back to the male who first addressed him, waving his hand. "Thank you for greeting me, outlander!" He exclaimed with an excited grin upon his face. So he quickly continued to follow the twins, not knowing their sudden introduction wasn't to be trusted. As stubborn as he was noble, he continued on with the two.

Acknowledging the twins' advice, over and over again, the Orc decided to go with it. They seemed to make a strong point upon this important tip. From there, he witnessed the door swing open. His heart picked up, pupils dilating, suddenly having the urge to speak aloud. And so he did.

His mighty Wolf Fang was seen across his chest, slamming his mighty fist upon his center chest as he spoke aloud, voice low and booming. "Hail, Uthri!" He shouted aloud, looking to the Mage with a major respect. He barked quite loudly, not knowing if it was loud enough. Should he try it again? He'd rather wait rather than make a fool of himself in front of an authority so soon. Before he introduced himself, he wanted to make sure he was at a loud enough volume for the Mage to hear him.

The twins let out an audible gulp.

"Commandant Viddik..."

"...How lovely to see you."

"We were just showing a potential new student around."

"Yes! We must have gotten lost!"

"This is obviously not the admissions office"

They say in unison.

"We have no idea how we got so confused."

The twins have backed up several paces, and are clearly nervous.

"Shut up."

Viddik snaps at the orc, his voice carries the unmistakable weight of a military commander. The grizzled old man points at wall, and says growling.

"Stand at facing that wall, I will get to you in a minute. If you think about disobeying me orc, I will throw your ass in the bastille."

He then turns his full attention back on the twins.

"I can only imagine what you two little psychopaths where planning, but I can't expel you for a crime that didn't occur. I can however, give assign you cleaning duty for the next month, starting now. RUN!"

The last word is said with a roar, Viddik then turns on his heel, and renters the room slamming the door behind him.

Stammering in his mind for a response, he simply grumbled in his own language, slamming his head into the wall, but causing no damage. So this was his first impression. Great, perfectly fine. The orc sighed, raising his right hand, studying the stone ring on his middle finger. Whispering in a small, hushed tone, he closed his eyes, which began to glow with the same color of the inscriptions on the ring. A small smile grew upon his face, but then subsided. He was calmer now, and that was better than depressed.

Now, he had to pay attention to the matter at hand. His newly found punishment, staring at a wall. Him, of all people. Should he dare tell his father about this? Cast the mighty Shaman's power upon this outlander? Turn him into a toad? No, if anything, Kold'Ron himself would be punished. So for now he had to stand there, feet together, arms at his sides, waiting. Studying the wall, and all its markings, he had quite some time to analyze the care put into this work.