Académie Royale de l'Arcane

As Kold'Ron looked to the next person, he hoped for something else. It turned out, this one was even worse. At least she seemed to have a more masculine height than the male, which he found comical. "Peasants..." He humphed out, sort of getting used to this rash treatment. 

He hesitantly walked forward, looking down at the chair. Sit? In that? No way that'd of worked. But, he prayed in his head that some miracle that the four legged wooden chair would sustain his weight. It didn't. Quickly snapping was heard and Kold'Ron rolled backwards, getting up as he stood tall once more. A small grin, growing upon his face as he pondered the thoughts in his head: If that's what these people call construction I wonder how intense their magic shall be.

He looked back to the female, deciding to sit with his legs folded atop one another, hands on his knee caps as he waited for this "test" to be given to him. Once it was, Kold'Ron grumbled during it. Was this an insult? He growled more and more as he progressed through the test, looking up at her with a disgusted face every chance he could. At the last question, he froze, deciding in his mind: Was this worth it? Should he really join this college filled with ego-driven outlanders? The Mongthol from his village have better personalities than these people. After reminding him of his objective, Kold'Ron finally finished the last question, lowering his hand as he stopped writing.

The orc looked to the man as he crumbled his paper, making a toothy smirk grow upon the left side of his face. Perhaps they were amusing a little. Then, the next step was ordered, and the orc began to march forward with Viddik, ceaselessly following this time. What was this "Harder" test? Another sheet of paper?

Then he walked into the room. He didn't like the black stone. That was an omen in his lands. A bad treasury. But soon, his objective was heard as he stood across from the man. Hit him? With just one spell? That seemed quite easy to do. No way his spells couldn't hit this outlander, right?


So from there, Kold'Ron grew an evil grin, taking a step back, beginning to chant in his tongue. The tattoos upon his center chest began to glow an emerald-color, continuing outwards, spreading like a fire until all of his tattoos were visible. The shoulder plates, those metal wolves, the eyes upon them lit with a green fire. Kold'Ron's eyes began to emit a glow as well as suddenly, his arms were tucked into his left waist, launching forward to send a massive green ball of fire towards Viddik, expecting complete success. 

The orc grumbled for a moment at his failure, his markings still glowing and his eyes as well. But then, the male began to speak. He was... a Commander? He became wide eyed, gasping. Already, he'd underestimated the others. Taking note of the male's comment, he decided that there'd be another form of magic he could think of.

Suddenly, Kold'Ron formed two massive balls of green light in his hands, smashing them together to form a hefty longbow, and an arrow with a massive size that appeared to be a hollowed, jade-shaded set of weaponry. He drew the bow, aiming it at the mage's chest, launching the arrow as he threw the bow to the side, which shattered into the air and then disappeared. While this occured, he send two smaller fireballs at the male, hoping for a distraction.

The orc growled, looking to the male with a massive anger building up inside of him. Was he this weak compared to this outlander!? He felt like a child throwing fists at an ox, about to get a taste of a much more potent damage.

But then again, this person trained within defense magic. Magics that Kold'Ron's pride had blocked him from attaining. He soon held his hands together, performing a strange hand movement as he acted to send out another spell, hoping to trick the man as the orc grunted and fell to a knee.

From there, it appeared that he was growing. But simply a massive creature, that looked to be a ghost, was exiting the warlock, along with two others. These beasts roared loudly, all sprinting towards the male without unison and misguided directions. Two came from the left as one came from the right. The two trolls were expected to die, as Kold'Ron focused his energy upon the third troll, which as soon as he was close enough had exploded with Kold'Ron's command.

From there, he found his chance. The massive explosion of blinding light gave Kold'Ron a chance to use his spell. The singular one he'd dare not show in front of the tribe. With that chance, he leaped in an upwards spiral, landing on his left foot with his hands together, shoving them forward as he roared, a massive, thick, humming green light exploding from the palms of his hands, sending straight towards Viddik with a desperate hunger for contact.

Suddenly, something completely unexpected occured. Wide eyed, the warlock looked at what appeared to be some form of a dust-storm, engulfing his spawn and hurling its way towards him. Was it filling the entire room? He began to panic, his heart picking up mightily. He couldn't fall like this, not on ignition. He was an Orc! Falkreath's next Shaman!! What sort of representation would this be if he were to fail now? What of his peoples' reputation?

Hurredly, his beam was drawn away, soon, a flat, glowing hand stretched forward as the storm continued tirelessly towards him. With that, a massive, stone-like wall, completely formed out of the same magic he'd been using, was raised, attempting to counter the spell. However, though the shield suddenly cracked, signalling hundreds of signs of failure within the wall, it stood. The dust engulfed around him, getting into his lungs as the Orc resisted the lesser impact, stomping forward within the abyss as he placed his left hand under his outstretched right one, trying to keep it up.

As the smoke dissipated, Kold'Ron would be seen, barely standing, hunched over as his wall was seen chipped away at some parts, then suddenly fading from existence as the orc fell to his hands and knees silently. Skin met the floor, that was all that was heard, aside from his heavy breathing. "I..... I've failed you...." He whispered under his breath, gulping as a grunt returned from the bodily regret of halting the respiratory system. He didn't even try to stumble upwards, head hanging as he looked to the ground, closed eyes as he was more than just disappointed in his failure. "I've failed!" He exclaimed, hoping that in his tired state his statement was loud enough for this, Viddik to hear from across the room.

So what was to happen now? Shall he be witnessed, sulking like a beaten child as he walked down the stairs? To travel all the way back to Falkreath to tell them of his failure? His mind raced with negative thoughts, pouring into his heart and mindset as he was sure he'd failed the test. The mage told him to hit him with a spell, and he'd failed to do so. Eventually, he mustered the strength to rise up to his hind legs, bending them at the knees as he looked to the mage, chest rising and lowering heavily as he stared with patience for an answer.

Kold'Ron gulped, looking to the "argument" that went on. Then it hit him: That had to be a dragon. Maybe nothing regular, but it was a dragon. A grimace grew to his face, not liking that. That meant he had to respect Viddik further now. He was in control of a dragon!? No, they seemed mutual. But even so, he had a reputation among the Frok'Nold, just because of that one, tiny mishap.

But what made his eyes go wide was the fact that he was accepted. Then, he began to speak of letters, which made no sense to him. He sighed, realizing he had some understanding to do with these peoples "B+'s" and classifications. Soon, a paper was handed to him, which he looked down to. Listening to the words, his face remained blank, but a small exhale through the nose would let the human know his humor was appreciated.'

"Thank you, Uth'ri." He spoke again, calling him that name with a bit more emphasis and acknowledgment now. With that, he managed to find his way back throughout the trail he'd taken to get to that room. This was it, and yet he didn't seem so excited anymore. He felt as if he just joined a needed job, something that he only did because it was a recquirement for him to do so.

Kold'Ron found himself in front of the tall lady once more. He marched forward, lifting his hand out to give to her the seal. He remembered what Viddik had said before, a heartbeat pounding in his chest as he waited for some sort of amusing reaction to occur.

Kold'Ron looked to the lady, a smile growing internally with her anger. Her sudden hatred for him seemed to cause some form of karma in his mindset. However, it seemed to turn right around and bite the orc in his rump. As he began to read, the price suddenly shot up, along with Kold'Ron's head from the document to see that cruel grin upon her face.

"Where may I transfer gems and jewels to your kind's currency?" He questioned, face blank as he was surprised at first, but suddenly decided to ask a formal question. He wasn't one to carry valuables on him, no, but he could travel back to Falkreath maybe? Or send a request for such currency from the tribe. He sighed, suddenly trying to figure this out. "I don't have your gold on me..." He stated with a bit of regret. Maybe he won't make it, not for skill, but because of lack of treasure? He didn't know what to think now. What was the purpose of these tiny little coins anyways? 

He couldn't. Kold'Ron couldn't do it. He tossed the quill from his hand, looking up to the tall woman, a growl upon his face while his claw was against the wood table. Listening to her last, highly rude comment, he decided this wasn't the right way. Turning around to storm off, he heard a tearing, then a small fall. The end of the desk would've been chipped by his weapon, which he completely ignored as he began to walk out of the room.

"Find something shiny... Hmph. A handful of Mongthol S'cava has more glimmer than these people." He spoke to himself, marching his way out of the Academy. So just like that, as quickly as he came, the Orc began to depart. Well, on the bright side, it was a learning experience. He was capable of being accepted, therefore he found pride. He didn't leave in shame. He left because of his better judgment. 

As he marched down the stairs, he replaced his amazement with happiness. Now, he'd be able to see his wife. See Shorbolg once more. Hell, that's all he needed! He swore in that small moment of time Shorbolg shall be his only teacher, for he was all that was needed. One final step declared the orc's departure, and with that, a beginning of his arms to sway as he increased his pace. He had a while to walk, after all.
----------------------- Kold'Ron Leaves  Académie Royale de l'Arcane ------

Matrisse walks over and sees the young man walking through the gates. Smiling broadly, she strides over to greet him. It seems that this is no ordinary commoner. He must be a noble, or an aristocrat at least.

"Welcome to the Academy, young man. I'm Assistant Arch Magus Matrisse, filling in for Arch Magus Diodorius as he's away. How may I help you? Were you looking to enroll?"