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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2016 9:43:29 GMT -8
Summoning.
Situated on the ground floor the summoning classroom is a large arena. Oval shaped and roughly 120' long by 90' wide. There are a variety of inlaid summoning circles in the room. Various metals, and styles are on display. From simple iron circles, to silver pentagrams, to intricate designs of gold with inlaid gems.
Purpose of the course: To learn how to summon, and bind, creatures from other planes to your service. To learn how to form long term contracts with magical beings. To learn proper safety procedures when dealing with hostile entities.
About the Professor: A kind matronly women, this course is a favorite for many student. Shyla reached the rank of Master Mage at 28, and started teaching at 34. She is regarded as the most skilled summoner in the school.
Course Rules: 1. No talking during the lecture. 2. No talking during the practical. 3. No food or drink, unless provided. 4. Follow summoning procedure to the letter. NO SHORT CUTS!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2016 10:15:41 GMT -8
Lucinda walks into class, her red hood covering her head and casting her face in shadows. It was easy to get in. Once she'd demonstrated her skills with telekinesis and her ability to turn things into candy (a trick she'd learned from a certain Raptor Fletcher ), they were perfectly willing to let her in. As for the fee...when getting a sponsor, it helps to be cute and innocent-looking. The story about her parents and sisters dying in a fire helped as well. And a good dose of psychic suggestion never hurt. She sits down at one of the circles and waits for class to begin.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 26, 2016 14:32:12 GMT -8
Maelik eventually slips into the class area, his huge spiked bulk and monstrous appearance making for quite the entrance. Thus far he felt a little blessed that he hadn't been bothered too much by anyone else, especially after hearing about a mischievous pair of twins with a talent for poking fun at others. If there was one thing he didn't want to have happen at this school it would be getting bullied by a couple of whippersnappers!
Still, it was strange for the demon to find out that Summoning was to be his first class of the day, he was under the impression that there was a starter course or something about the basics. Maybe the administration figured he didn't need the introductory course or something, a thought that puffed his ego up and brought a gratifying smile to his face. He'd carefully sort through the circles until he found one that would accommodate for his size and gingerly took his seat, casting out a look to the rest of the class to make sure he wasn't getting given any dirty glares.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 18:36:43 GMT -8
Professor Shyla enters the room. There are no chairs, or clear spot for the students to stand, so the she organizes everyone into a semi-cricle. Once everyone can see her clearly, she motions for silence.
"Hello students I am Professor Shyla, and I am going to teach you summoning. Let's start with the basics, what is summoning? I would like to your thoughts."
A few students raise their hands. Each one offers a variation on the same answer: summoning was making a creature appear to serve you. Shyla nods at each answer, but seems to be waiting for something more.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 26, 2016 19:09:46 GMT -8
Maelik heard the homogenized responses from most of the group and scoffed, it was obvious that they didn't understand how it felt to have your essence pulled through the dimensions and have your free will suppressed by some snotty brat with a spellbook.
Due to his race he was intimately familiar with the processes and subtleties of summoning, even being the victim of it twice beforehand. He visibly shuddered as he recalled the sensation of being dragged along the passageways between the planes and the humiliation he experienced after being forced to stand in audience to the two wizards capable enough to bind him.
He didn't know if he had the answer that Shyla was looking for but the Lord figured he'd share how he understood the process.
"Sure, to put it simply summoning the act of using your magic to will a creature into being to serve your purposes. But I happen to define it as something much more than that. To me summoning is the act of careful preparation and study in order to subjugate a being from another plane."
The demon seemed to struggle for words on how to continue for a few seconds, trying his best to use the right words for the situation.
"How can I explain this...? It's a battle of wills. The entity that your invoking is rarely going to be pleased that you've called captured it within some silly circle and the only thing preventing it from attack you is your force of will. If the creature can convince you to slip up or otherwise find a way to overcome your control of it then generally the summoner will wind up either injured or dead. Summoning circles and secondary precautions can serve as another layer of protection when dealing with especially volatile or wily beings but in the end it all boils down to one thing. Control."
Once again he tried to better explain himself and to put words to his knowledge of summoning but in the end he just gave up.
"I don't know if that's the correct answer but that's just how I see it."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 22:11:55 GMT -8
Lucinda watches quietly, not raising her hand. No need to draw attention to herself. That won't help at all. However, some of her fellow students look very tasty indeed. She licks her lips and pretends to be taking notes. Actually, she is taking notes, although not on the class material.
1. Male, dark hair, approx. 6'. Well muscled. Will do well in a roast.
2. Female, blonde hair, approx. 5'4". Soft body. Will be best served rare.
3. Female, dark hair, approx. 5'. Cute face. Will make good candy.
4. Male, yellow hair, approx. 5'8". Very lean. Will be good in a stew.
5. Some sort of lizard thing, approx. 14'. Super big and scaly. Probably won't taste good, but who knows.
6. Male, bald, approx. 5'10". Rather fat. Might make decent candy. Might be fattening, do not eat too much.
etc.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 13:44:55 GMT -8
Shyla pulls a piece of chalk from her pouch, and flings it at Lucinda. If the girl doesn't dodge it will hit her in the head. Shyla's voice snaps.
"I haven't started the lecture, so you can't be taking notes on that. So you must be working on something personal. You should be paying attention, and participating. Someone has payed quite a bit of money for you to be here. You shame them by not taking full advantage."
Reprimand delivered, Shyla looks down at the class roster. After some searching she finds a name, and marks something down. She then looks for another name.
"Mr. Fellblade is it? Thank you. You have provided a unique point of view on the summoning process. One the other students would do well to note. You have outlined one of the dangers of summoning. However, none of you have actually identified what summoning is. The issue is that, you are all looking at the process as a whole. Summoning is two separate processes. First there is the actual summoning of the creature. Then, as Mr. Fellblade noted, there is the actual binding of it, to your will."
Shyla pauses to take a breath.
"To understand summoning, you must first understanding this: there are an infinite number of alternate planes. These planes, dimensions, or realities, are separated by a void. I will not try to explain what this void is. It suffices to say that it is comprised of nothing, and trying to understand it has driven many mad. Under normal circumstances traversing this void is impossible. The void is eminently hostile, to all but the most terrifyingly powerful beings. However, through use of magic bridges can be created. These bridges provide a safe passageway from one plane to another. The first part of any summoning ritual, is the creation of such a bridge. This is also why summoning is a prerequisite for the advanced class, inter-dimensional magics. The principles of creating portals for yourself, are similar to creating to them for others."
Shyla pauses to allow students to catch up with their notes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 13:56:29 GMT -8
Lucinda looks up just in time to see the chalk flying towards her head. With a wordless telekinetic wave, she catches it. It stops stock-still about four inches from her face, hovers for a few seconds, and drops to the ground. Sighing, she turns back to her notes. Summoning seems easy enough. Pull them out, bind them to your will, blah blah blah...
15. Female, brown hair, approx. 45. Older, might be tough. Should probably slow-roast. Is a professor, probably dangerous. Use caution.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 27, 2016 14:07:49 GMT -8
Maelik snickered as the teacher flung the stick of chalk at an apparent underachiever only to for it get bounced away, his amused glance catching itself up on her when he actually bothered to properly look at the girl. He couldn't quite place it but she seemed familiar, if not in looks than certainly in presence. It scratched at the back of his mind but he ignored his curiosity for now in favor of listening to the instructor. As Shyla spoke the demon jabbed a gauntlet sheathed finger into one of the few weakpoints in his armor and drew a droplet of black ichor before scooping it up and using it as ink to dutifully scribble down his notes. He wrote down each word that Shyla's uttered, even the one's that didn't pertain to the subject at hand, his neat and tidy cursive scrawling majestically across his page in orderly rows.
He noted how she defined summoning and while he could easily summon things already it was not thanks to understanding or knowledge. His ability was formed thanks to inherent, instinctual skill and as such he knew that anything he learned here could vastly improve his capabilities.
"Fascinating."
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Lenny Labree
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
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Post by Lenny Labree on Jan 27, 2016 14:22:04 GMT -8
Lenny would shuffle into the class, glancing around, seemingly searching for the professor. After identifying Shyla who he suspected was the professor, he would offer an awkward half bow and an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I just enrolled and was told to come to this class as it had just started… I’m sorry to interrupt.”
He would pull out some paper and pen of some kind, he appeared ready to take notes to ensure he wouldn’t miss any more information.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2016 19:20:55 GMT -8
Shyla frowns at Lenny when he enters, and begins speaking. She cuts him off mid apology.
"In the future Mister..."
Her eyes flick down the class roster, finding the new addition.
"...Labree, if you are late please enter silently."
Once everyone has caught up with their notes, Shyla resumes speaking.
"Now as we previously touched upon the second part of any summoning spell is, of course, the binding. This is split into two parts, known most commonly as: the call, and the will. The call, is how you entice the creature to cross the bridge you created. This can take the form of: using a peculiarly name, having certain offerings, burning certain incenses, and many others. The will, is of course where you exert your will over the creature. Depending on the creature in question this can involve: a pure battle of wills, such as Mr. Fellblade discussed, striking a bargain, casting certain spells, and again many others. I will note at this point, that the most potent option is the formation of a contract. Contracts are strictly forbidden until third year, please remember this. Now that we have covered the basics, I will accept any questions you have, before ending class for the day."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 29, 2016 19:07:04 GMT -8
Maelik couldn't think of anything to ask, most of what the teacher said was pretty clear for the demon to understand. So he rose from his seated position with a heavy groan and left the class, not entirely sure where to go from there.
He 'hmmd' and 'hahhhd' for a good few minutes before giving up and going outside. He didn't have anything close to a clue as to where he was meant to bunk for the night but unless someone told him to do otherwise he was going to go outside. Maybe he'd go and train or perhaps he'd do his daily upkeep with his demonic duty, regardless he'd do something.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 15, 2016 13:00:14 GMT -8
Maelik came back to class as soon as he was allowed bright and early, his eagerness to learn something new quite apparent on his face even under his helmet. With his usual weird grace he'd dance through the classroom until he found his preferred sitting place and lightly (aka rather heavily) planted his rump down upon it. He wasn't sure if he would be the first one to class but he assumed that he probably was, not even bothering to look around the room to make sure he was right.
"Oh boy, I wonder what other lessons of subjugation we'll learn today!"
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