OOC: This quest is for myself and r4rBrok. Anyone asiding from fellow WPLs interfering will be subject to an asteroid colonoscopy. Thank you and have a nice day.
Oris looks questionally at the desk which he has been led to. He than simply looks for the adiquate spots and fills in his information. "What next?" says Oris when he finished.
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A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions. Ti'rin
He sees a number of young men, all looking very nervous and unsure of themselves. Roy soon stopped by a door, and opened it, gesturing inside with a grunt.
Oris sits upright with a jolt and rubbs his eyes, "Sweet lord, this is early. Oh well, not like I expected any less from from the Boros."
Oris than gathers is basic equipment and waited for Roy to come get him.
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He didn't have to wait long. A rather cantankerous Roy stormed trough the barracks. "Move IT, move IT, move IT! Get your lazy asses out of those beds!" The other cadets, clearly not quite awake, begin to file out of their bunks, and line up in front of them.
Oris replies with, "The more time we waste, the less we get done and the more people that are dying while we are keeping are lazy asses here instead of getting ready to stop them."
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The room was silent for a moment. "Time wasted is indeed unwise, young one..." Roy said calmly. "However, haste is no better. You are clamoring like a child to go outside and play. That attitude WILL get you killed. So stand at attention, and when I am ready, we will go. Do I make myself clear?"
Roy Looked over the cadets, a look of derision clear for all. "Pathetic, the whole lot of you. Naught more than boys waving around wooden swords with delusiongs of adequacy. You think the Boros cares if you can throw an axe through a pumpkin? Or that you killed a drake with your bare hands? You wanna prove you're the biggest brute on the block, I will arrange an escort to the Gruul lands. They'll be sure to welcome you appropriately. While you are under my watch you will learn discipline. Honor. And respect. Because without these, you are no better than the monsters you seek out."
Oris argues back with, "What about the others, those who have the discipline and respect, but lack the means to greatly assault the monsters that turn our world black with evil."
OOC: I'm a white mage!
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OOC: A mish-mash of mages...mostly red or white, but a smattering of the other three colors, too.
As Oris reaches the training grounds, he sees fairly standard training equipment...dummies, weapons, an obstical course. Looking over everything, this is clearly not going to be easy.
Staring out across the mass field of training exercises Oris smiles, The more the challenge now, the better we will all be able to deal with the challenges ahead.
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Roy led Oris to a desk. "Sign in, please."
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Oris looks questionally at the desk which he has been led to. He than simply looks for the adiquate spots and fills in his information. "What next?" says Oris when he finished.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
OOC: Ready for next day
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Oris than gathers is basic equipment and waited for Roy to come get him.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
OOC: I'm a white mage!
"You speak of discipline and respect, but are failing to show me any." Roy retorted. "Now out! Get out to the training grounds. All of you."
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
OOC: There are different kinds of mages of the same colors.
As Oris reaches the training grounds, he sees fairly standard training equipment...dummies, weapons, an obstical course. Looking over everything, this is clearly not going to be easy.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!