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In a world of myths and mysteries, the pinnacle of the magical academies exists. Eldritch Academy offers education to all ages and species but specializes in the study and training of one's innate mystical capabilities, often called Eldritch Energies, Powers, or Unknowns, but more formally known as their Talent. However, tensions run high with the nations only holding a fragile peace as the Talents that rival the epitomes of technology change the balance of power.
With the more recent uprising of evil Shades and introduction of combat-oriented programs into Talent-focused schools, nations grow more aggressive towards one another. The demand for resources grows, and skirmishes at the border of Arka and Mistere become more frequent. Monsters run into the nations from the Wildes, terrorizing villages and cities. The need for trained or in-training Hunters and Guardians has never been more urgent.
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FEBRUARY 20, 2019
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Inglisse Carroll
Student Scholar
GRADE •
75 (C)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
4
STAMINA •
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Mar 3, 2019 0:04:46 GMT -6
Post by Inglisse Carroll on Mar 3, 2019 0:04:46 GMT -6
A layer of darkness surrounded the field-- nothing could be seen at any angle. No light illuminated the shape of anything. No noise could be heard. The silence of the abyss was terrifying in its own way. Perhaps one could find it calming, the perfect stillness and quiet, leaving one to a peaceful empty mind. To Inglisse, she found herself more vulnerable than ever before. The darkness was ominous and foreboding. It felt like something was about to sneak through to her in the silence, out of the darkness, and strike her down right there. She felt naked under the sense of imposing danger. The vulnerability was becoming too much.
She found herself moving forward in the darkness, her feet carrying her forward against her will. Then again, she had no desire to stay still either. However, as she walked through the black void, the sense of peril grew. She could sense objects nearby, parts of the abyssal terrain she was somehow avoiding running into as she walked, but her amber eyes could not see them. Eventually, however, that feeling of doom sent even more fear pumping through her, only without the safety net of adrenaline. Whatever was out there was closing in, which forced Inglisse to break into a run. She narrowly missed running into anything, the blackness swallowing up all forms and figures. She felt like she was blind and deaf, but the world around was so real and near.
Up ahead she saw a light, a soft glow illuminating the horizon. It felt comforting, safe, and gentle. A flash of hope sparking through her, she dashed forward, a fragile hand stretched out, reaching for the light. She inched closer to the light, meeting it and letting the white rays surround her. Only, that was when the monster struck. The light closed around her into further darkness, as if it had been a gaping mouth eager to swallow her. The light was followed by the darkness, both of which began to crush her slowly and painfully. The monster had devoured her.
The blonde-haired woman awoke with a start, wet amber eyes jolting open to see the shades of green in her dorm room. It was still night, though the color was vivid in her memory. Drops of moonlight poured through the curtains draped from the window. Sitting up in a cold sweat, Inglisse found herself breathing heavily and trembling still from the nightmare. Her dreams were often similar to the one she just experienced, only sometimes there would be bits and pieces of the past sprinkled in with it. This time, there was only the void, something she had become ever so familiar with since that tragic accident.
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Esialeth Rose
Master Scholar
GRADE •
C+ (78)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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Terraform Aetherfall
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Half witch half human
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[redacted]
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"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light."
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Mar 3, 2019 0:40:16 GMT -6
Post by Esialeth Rose on Mar 3, 2019 0:40:16 GMT -6
She walks, on clouds, past stars, through the winter night, shuddering at gusts of wind, not bothering to shield herself from the cold.
When she enters the Sage tower, she sighs in relief, finding herself cheered by the sconces still burning merrily despite the hour, and begins the long journey up the winding spiral staircase.
Remind me again why I live in that room, Esialeth thinks. Oh! The privacy. And the view.
Although...with her new roommate, she has been spending as little time there as possible. Leave it to the administration to exploit the easiest way to piss me off. And then she stops herself, because the administration means negativity which means poor sleep. It’s fine. I’ll wake early and shower at the lab. Maybe I’ll bring a bed there, too…
...but that’s tomorrow’s problem. She reaches her door, unlocks it, and finds herself facing a dark room, the torches from the hallway limning her form with orange-gold light.
Thank the gods she’s asleep, Esialeth thinks. I am really not in the mood.
Ah, but then Esialeth hears her whimpering, calling out in fear or anger or sadness, and god dammit why can’t I leave well enough alone.
“Inglisse,” she whispers, hesitantly approaching her (unknown!) roommate’s bed. “Inglisse, are you—?”
Inglisse jolts awake, her eyes blown wide and wet with tears, and Esialeth feels something visceral tug at her, feels her legs carry her slowly closer, feels her mouth move to form a question.
“Are you...alright?”
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Inglisse Carroll
Student Scholar
GRADE •
75 (C)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
4
STAMINA •
2
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Mar 5, 2019 15:22:56 GMT -6
Post by Inglisse Carroll on Mar 5, 2019 15:22:56 GMT -6
Perhaps the next nightmare to come was perhaps the fact that her roommate had witnessed her likely struggling in her sleep. The whisper of her name led the girl to slowly look out the corner of her amber eyes at her silver haired roommate. The trembling was still evident, and even though the blonde tried to stop, she simply could not. The adrenaline was still coursing throughout her body, and even the unwanted sacramentum dark energy caused her veins to burn, it being the source of the nightmare.
“Just a bad dream, I guess,” she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. She wanted to calm herself down faster, but that never worked. Typically after a nightmare, it took a while. And now that there was someone watching, her desire to calm herself down faster only made it worse. If Esialeth had any sense of magic and energies, she likely would detect the dark energy coursing through her roommate like a contained but raging fire.
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Esialeth Rose
Master Scholar
GRADE •
C+ (78)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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Terraform Aetherfall
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Half witch half human
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[redacted]
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"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light."
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Mar 5, 2019 16:21:57 GMT -6
Post by Esialeth Rose on Mar 5, 2019 16:21:57 GMT -6
“Ah...right,” she whispers. “Right.”
Except it isn’t right, because the girl’s energy is dark, burning, festering like an open wound, and it is for her own sanity as well as her roommate’s that Esialeth, careful not to touch her, gently tugs a blanket over the girl’s shoulders.
Esialeth’s magic has flared in response, smelling of jasmine and spring frost, resting against Inglisse’s scorching inferno like a mother’s caress; pale gold flames dance against her delicate fingers as she lights one, two, then three candles, softening the edges of the dark room and staving away the winter chill.
Esialeth knows all too well the desire for privacy, so she turns away from the scene. She finds a teapot and cups (seemingly from nowhere…) and, with practiced ease and her signature gold flame, brews a pot of chamomile, the sound of pouring liquid warming her before even a single drop touches her lips.
Steady hands meet shaking ones as she hands Inglisse a (delicately balanced) cup and a saucer. She clears her throat, the sound impossibly loud in the still night.
She winces.
“You know,” Esialeth begins, hesitantly, because this is the part she’s bad at, “If you need anything...you can ask me. I know…” She tilts her head. “I know I’m almost never here, which is...my fault, but if this—” here she gestures vaguely— “if this happens again, you should let someone know. Not necessarily me, but...I'm...offering.”
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