Theory of a Dead man [Open]

Evelyn

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Vlad watched the entire interaction and flipped through her book to a spell which she whispered under her break the entire. Upon being fully charged she stood and listened to Ardos words, she was correct. This required something more true than her woulds could ever hold for her. As Ardos grabbed her upper arm the urge to break his wrist was strong. Her expression was pained and filled with pity, they were so much younger than her. Turning her gaze to Zen she shook her head.

"I would never hurt either of you. I was not sent here to kill you nor anyone here. I know how you two feel more than you think. In my world Drow were freed from Lothe and the Old ways of the houses. They lived topside with everyone else."

Reaching up she took Ardos face in her hands and pressed her forehead to his. The incantation complete the spell activated.

Images of her life. What she did what she experienced filtered into his mind directly. It started at a time her and her friends A Minotaur, a blond elf male, a pair of males in like armor, a elf with an angel and demon bound within her and a hyena man all camped around a fire.

The next image and many more like it were of the faces of the group changing and changing. Burial mound after burial mound. Vlad dragging the Minotaur and a bag that contained the mushed remains of the blonde elf, the father of her child she carried now. Her on her knees begging a powerful being clad in black for their lives. To take her instead and being denied.

The last and final set of images a three faced undead monster that stood taller than a building within a swamp. The sounds of her friends dying all around her. In an attempt to end the struggle she slit her wrists down from inner elbow to wrist on both sides as necromatic energy exploded forth from her before a firestorm that darkened the sky as pillars of flames crashed from the sky. Her scream of 'I am not an animal! I do not want to be hunted!' It ended with the clapping of the being that she begged for her friends back.. Asking him for death only to be refused and brought back from the brink to buy the people she loved.. Alone again.


They would all see it in the room.. But only Ardos felt her pain. Her misery. Her loss.. Seventy five years of running and never sleeping in the same place twice. A game. A wager. She was just a pawn in a massive game that not even death escaped. He felt how she did when she lost the person she loved. But, when she was summoned here. He felt her fledglings of hope. A chance to be happy. Safe.

The contact was broken and Vlad staggered away from Ardos and grabbed a waste basket and then vomited into it repeatedly.
 

Nightstripe

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Wesker was very quickly feeling the excitement well up inside him. For a split second his smile become positively demonic and his eyes became the red-brown orbs of his spider form. He was gaining so much information for so little, so many interesting secrets. Already this class had paid him back tenfold for the little time he'd spent here.

Quickly, Wesker ran a hand over his face, trying to wipe away the look before anyone noticed. calm down now Wesker, there are some steps that you're going to want to take here, best not to alienate the potential sources.

His smile returned to it's standard level, and when he opened his eyes again they were their normal hue as well. His gaze darted about the many people in the room. Zen to examine her reaction, the sword that Ardos bore, and Vlad as she dealt with the magical drain. Yes, these would do well for the proposes, if he could convince them.
 

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Sebastian had no idea what was going on, one minute they are in class giving their names and describing their lives and the next minute the teacher attacked two students... This place was a lot more dangerous than he first thought, simply sitting in the back of the room he watched the scene unfold. He had no intention of helping the teacher and he had no intention of going against her, she was obviously an incredibly strong sorcerer.

Watching around the room at the other few classmates, the rich boy was smiling at the situation but Rosetta seemed concerned. Letting out a small cough he stretched his arms and leaned forward in his seat cupping his hands and resting his head in it.

"Were all these classes going to be like this?" He said softly, audible enough for anyone who was listening to him could hear but if they were fixated on the scene in front of them it wouldn't be loud enough.
 

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She saw.

She saw the look on Wesker's face. It quickly sent a shiver down her spine. His facial expression was... kind of frightening. His smile was demonic and his eyes weren't anything she's seen before. She was I guess you could say curious about Wesker.

He was mysterious, and he's always seemed a little bit off to her. Something like this is the first that's really made her kind of frightened, although she knew she couldn't be scared of some student. After all, she's tracking down a murderer... her parents' murderer...
 

Poppy

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Ardos felt everything — the sea of pain, with the glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. The rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He was familiar with pain. Already, he saw a kindred spirit in the woman.

He knew what Le-kzen would think. Spells can alter emotion, she's subtly influencing you, you've always been weak to illusions... She would keep throwing barbs at him for his sensitivity, but in the end, she would listen to his input.

"She's safe," he told Le-kzen as he sheathed his sword. "You have my word."

It wasn't the illusions or words that convinced Le-kzen. Ardos would so rarely gamble her trust in him. If he was willing to trust her enough that Ardos — her most loyal and selfless warrior — risked execution by her hand... she supposed she would play along. After all, it was his life on the line, and she needed a necromancy tutor.

Ardos walked over to his sister and gave her a kiss on the head.

"I'll see you later. Enjoy your class."

He headed for the door and nodded at Vlad politely. "Please take care of my sister."

He left the classroom.
 

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The overwhelming temptation to end the class there and now was beyond her temptation. However. There was a firm understanding here. These students needed to know Necromancy was not something to be trifled with. Turning she set the waste bucket down and then scooted it far away with her foot so it wouldn't be knocked over. From her lips dripping down to her chin was a ribbon of scarlet. Standing tall her face went into a calm mask, akin to one of those that she experienced before facing odds that could kill her. With a deep breath she spoke calmly.

"Necromancy is the study of a magical school that is based around death. Undeath. Destruction. And reconstruction. Through Necromancy many things are accomplished. However. As you can see. The spell I have asked had an adverse effect. Upon myself. There are spells in Necromancy that take in order to give. But. These are almost all taking to give to yourself. Necromancy is a dance of equivalent exchange. I gave of my own health and fortitude to share my past."

Only after she finished speaking did she wipe her mouth with a cloth and then folded it and put it into her desk.

"You will notice from time to time that I will save my blood. This is because a drop spilled now is a drop that does not need to be spilled later. Because at the end of the day Necromancy is a selfish school of magic that is empowering and all mighty. It is for those who have lost and do not desire to loose again. Those who cast it will become empowered."

Taking a moment Vladahlia steadied herself upon her desk before pulling out small booklets in black leather with a symbol stamped onto it.

"While not the strongest of the schools of magic the destruction that is gained is immense in the possibilities of which it can accomplish. In this class we will speak of the magic stigma that has been placed onto the school of magic as well as those who cast it. As well as the religious part of the school."

Walking around she handed everyone one. Though as she walked there was a small tremor in her step which was eased when she was sitting down once more.

"Those are special grimoires. They are filled with special spell tags. The red ones if you choose to use them I request that you do not place on a living thing. Once removed from the book you simply tear a blue tag and it will activate all spells torn out of it. Please be careful. The other ones are clearly labeled so if you wish to see a spell activate in your free time just stick them on the target that it specifies and then tear. There are 10 weak explosive tags, and five tags for raising skeletons up which is good for an hour and fifteen activation tags."
 

Nightstripe

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Oh. Good. When the faint scent of blood began to cycle through room it hit Wesker like a truck. Every hair on his body ruffled slightly as he fought back against his instincts. It would not do for him to let his aggression take hold here. He once more pressed his hand over his eyes, chuckling a little, his smile refusing to diminish at all.

Wesker held himself perfectly still, peeking one eye through his fingers to follow Vlad as she stumbled around and hand out grimiores. Once she was finished explaining, he simply picked his up and stood from his seat, still pressing his hand over his eyes. "My apologies, Miss Shialaevar. It seems I must tend to my own afflictions. I will return if class is still in session."

He gave a little bow and lowered his hand from his eyes as he turned to leave the room. He let his gaze rest on Zen for several moments as he navigated the desks, an infinite curiosity shining behind them. Crossing to the door, he quietly exited the room.
 

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The blood, Sebastians eyes glowed and his claws struck out of his hands, digging his claws into the desk he sat up straight and watched everything unfold. After a while he regained composure and quickly covered his nose with one of his hands. The claws slowly retracted and he could sit normally again.

Sebastian took the grimoire, holding his nose still as the teacher came up close to him. Something about her lead his sense of smell to go wild, worse than the blood. He watched as she walked back her body was something to admire, even for someone who had never had any interaction with woman before. As he did he noticed Wesker in front of him begin to have a little inner battle, he watched as the boy left the room. Could it be he was like Sebastian? Those were questions that he was going to have to ask later on, for now he had questions of his own.

The Grimoires seem to require at least some magic to be able to use them, how was he going to be able to use the tags if he didn't have magic at all? What was he doing in this course and what was it about the teacher that made him act so strange? All these questions were going to need to be asked before he attended the next class.

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Rosetta looked through the small student grimoire given to her by Vlad. Some of the spells at the beginning seemed to be beginner spells and as you got farther into the book the spells seemed to be more and more complicated and difficult.

She wasn't very excited about learning about Necromancy, especially since she's not good at it, but hopefully her magical talent could at least aid her somewhat in this class when casting spells.

This class was going to be interesting, that's for sure.
 

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It is for those who have lost and do not desire to loose again.

That suited Zen just fine.

She was hollow on the inside. Whatever self-respect and reservations she used to have not to risk her life was lost when she found her Matron's slaughtered corpse dragged outside of her bed so many years ago. She and Ardos survived the Underdark, together. Nothing was going to stand in her way anymore.

Zen did not like Vlad by any means, but she was useful, and she was a soft spot. She could leech off her until Zen got whatever she needed. The glance the blue boy spared at her direction did not go unnoticed — immediately, she wondered what that could've meant.

She was going to behave. For now. She placed the grimoire on the table and felt the tingle of power ringing under her fingertips. Softly, she said, "Thank you, Ms. Vlad."
 
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