Dangerous Lessons: Class Start 2-15-99 afternoon

[Ileemi Ravrinav]

Afternoon in Serenity finds the day to be clear with only a few slivers of clouds. It’s one of those winter days that’s warmer than it should be, or would be if the coastal winds sweeping over the city weren’t still so cold. Ileemi sits at a table with a small stack of books in front of him. The books are closed and Ileemi stares out the large open window at the blue of the sky. He sits in a small classroom in the top of a tower that is part of the Stormshadow mages guild complex. Ileemi sits alone next to the window.

The room is small with only six tables for students to sit at. Each table has enough room for two students. Ileemi sits at the middle table on the right side of the room, or his right anyway from where he sits facing the front of the room. No one sits directly in front of him, but there are three students already on the front row. The person sitting at an angle from Ilemi is a full elf, Rin. Across the aisle from the elf is a half elf girl, Mari, sitting next to a man in the riding gear of a Winged Sentinel, Kione Armorson. The two elfin girls at the front of the room keep making eyes at Kione and trying to get his attention. Across the aisle from Ilemmi on the far left side of the other middle table sits a young rich looking human boy, Tristam Tykeer. The only one at a back table is a centaur, Siwel. The centaur does not sit, as a chair is rather useless to him. This also means he towers over everyone else in the room. He’s taller than them when they stand, so he’s a lot taller while they sit. He stands at the left table near the aisle.

There are six chairs yet to be claimed in the room. There is one against the window in front of Ileemi. There is one near the aisle next to Ileemi. And there is one next to the aisle across from Illemi. There are the two behind Ileemi and one against the wall on the back left table. The instructor has yet to enter the room.

The door to enter the room is in the middle of the back wall so that the first thing anyone sees is the instructor’s desk directly across from them as they enter. There are book shelves and maps and such on the wall behind this desk. There is only one window in the room. It is large and takes up most the right wall. The floor, walls, and ceiling are all made of stone, but the desks and chairs are all made of wood and very finally crafted with nice little designs carved in them.

Edit: This and other posts in this thread are edited to fit the current current story line.

[Paris Shikara]

Paris walked into the classroom, those oceanic blue eyes looking around and seeing who he’d be in the class with him. The son of the Duke and Duchess of Falourn, was very grateful that they allowed him to take classes within Stormshadow’s facilities, rather than just having a personal set of tutors at Cliff Heights. It didn’t surprise him, his parents gave him a great many freedoms, considering they were much more liberal than most other nobles, excepting of course, the pixelves of Siren Springs. From the looks of it, the instructor had yet to arrive.

Almost instantly he noticed the Winged Sentinel at the front of the room, Kione Armorson. He knew most of the sentinels, but Kione had gotten him out of a few tough jams. He didn’t think much of it though, since he had tried to protect the criminal Kione was saving him from. He didn’t recognize the girl sitting next to him though. Nor did he really recognize anyone else who was already there, except for having seen the young rich human on the streets or in a shop on a few occasions.

Paris wore a lovely velvet vest of deep crimson red embroidered with golden brocade. Beneath the vest was a plain white poet’s shirt. The young man also wore a coat that matched his vest, though it seemed to be a bit thin for winter weather, his mother had had it enchanted to stave off the cold. He also wore fine brown breeches with matching golden buckled red-brown leather shoes. His dark brown hair was visible beneath a fine red-and-gold feathered hat, a bit flamboyant but he didn’t mind.

He made his way through the classroom, taking a seat beside Ileemi, for no reason in particular other than he liked to meet new people, and he figured the view from the window might be nice too.

“Hello,” he said as he sat down, taking off his coat and framing it over the chair. “I’m Paris Shikara.”

--- Menora Takara (I’ll make a user account for her next round)

Menora walked into the classroom after Paris took his seat, she was a somewhat pretty girl with blonde hair and vivid blue-green eyes. She wore a green velvet top, with a silk green bottom, draped over her shoulders was a somewhat heavy emerald green cloak with golden trimming. Framing her eyes were a fashionable pair of rectangular slanted glasses.

“Paris,” she said in greeting as she walked passed him to take the seat next to the elf-girl in front of him, sitting down her book-bag, the seems of which looked a bit strained. She didn’t really talk to the girl sitting beside her at first, rather she focused on getting out the materials for class.

[Avera Yenis]

Taking a deep breath before entering the school, Avera made certain she was elegant and poised. She did not want to trip or make a spectacle of herself upon entering. Her long red locks were neatly braided down her back, swaying from side to side as she made her way down the one isle. She looked for a place to sit and seeing that they were filling up fast she did not linger upon whom it was that she would sit beside.

She was a strong student, or at least she prided herself on it. She liked to learn. Always having a book in her face, or playing with her swords. Her father thought she took too much after her brothers, more then he had hoped. He had wanted his daughters to always be safe and sound. But he did not stand in their way should they want to pursue other ventures then that of a female venture. She would carry her books against her slender form and swivel herself into a seat behind a half-elf girl, next to the noble man.

Placing her books upon the desk with ease so that they did not make much noise. She was quiet and attentive to her schooling. She settled in with ease. Though back in her mind she was missing her family, namely her sisters. _______ had wanted to come, as did her younger brother Tray, but her father felt that this was Avera’s time to shine. And shine she would. She would sit with her hands clasped upon the tops of her books, and her ankles crossed under her. Waiting for class to start.

Edit: Siblings need renamed for new story.

[Kione and Zandyr]

The half elf girl, Marialy, leans forward on her table with her right hand going up trough her golden brown hair to hold her head up as she turns to look at Kione. “I bet your job is dangerous?” Her greenish-gray eyes pass over Kione like she’s looking over a restaurant menu. Her ears are just slightly pointed, like a vampire’s. Though it’s more likely to confuse a vampire for a half-elf than a half-elf for a vampire.

“Oh I bet you’d like to show him some danger.” The other elf girl says with laughter in her voice. She leans forward suggestively as she says this and runs her hands down her legs while arching her back and dramatically licking her lips. The full elf girl looks very much like a girl, but upon real close inspection if the viewer knows elves in any detail, they might notice Rineth is really a male elf in a dress. Her dress is made of a nice tapestry fabric of navy flowers on a gold background. The navy matches her eyes. She wears a long chemise under the dress with the dress open in the front to show the chemise underneath. This is in a sand color and made of silk. Her bodice matches the overskirt in fabric and trim, which is gold. Her sleeves are in two parts and tie on. The chemise peeks through the sleeves, which can be completely removed. Her long sandy hair is piled onto her head and loosely fastened there where it spills down her back and over her shoulders a little. She sits back up a little and winks at Menora as if sharing a joke when the other wizard sits down next to her.

The centaur in the back of the room watches the girls in the front of the room with some interest, but not because they are pretty. Siwel thinks the elf girls are just odd. He is a young centaur with medium brown fur, dark brown hair and tail, and light brown skin. He wears a black shirt and deer jerkin in it’s natural color. He wears a belt but instead of a weapon hanging form it, he has a small cylinder container that most wizards wear to keep scrolls in.

Kione is wearing leather armor of a griffon rider. It is made of drake leather and various enchantments upon it which are on all military issued armor. The enchantments are put in during the making process, but that’s not common knowledge. If the enemy knew that, then they’d know how hard it’d be to put the enchantments back on if they were dispelled. He does not have a sword or a crossbow or any large weapon like that, but he does carry a dagger on his belt. It of course is peace tied as is the law of the city. This is mostly for show. As a member of the military he would not get in trouble for not having his weapon peace tied. He watches the half-elf girl with an uncertain look. He has medium brown skin, black hair, and emerald eyes that stand out in the contrast of the rest of him being darker. “Sometimes.” Then when the other ‘girl’ says her piece he leans forward to look past Marialy to the other girl and then looks back again addressing them both, “I don’t really like danger.”

[Ileemi Ravrinav]

The human boy that was sitting by himself smiles to the red head girl that comes to sit next to him. His smile turns to a frown as she doesn’t even look his way but quickly sits down and stares forward like a good little solider at attention or something. “Military family huh?” He’ll wait until she looks at him upon his speaking before he holds a hand out for her to shake. “Tristal Tykeer of Rauzin” He expect her to know already that the Tykeer is the name of the barony of Rauzin. Tristal has light brown eyes and dark brown hair.

Ileemi pulls his gaze away from the window with a bored look and looks to the one that speaks to him. He smiles seeing Paris. Much like the other human boy had done, he holds out a hand for the shaking. “Ileemi.” How convenient he sits right next to me. This will be easier than I thought. Ileemi has soft blue eyes and short brown hair that he seems to wear in a rather wild and untamed fashion. He wears a nice, long brown coat that over black loose fitting breeches and a black shirt. He wears a black leather belt that has various pouches hanging from it. The belt bucket is a little red orb surrounded by a silver knot design. The orb glows faintly, though Ileemi might be offended if anyone is starting at his belt area long enough to figure that out.

He has an amulet hanging inside his coat, though the charm part can not be seen, only the black leather cord it is held by. He has several nice rings on his hands. When he holds his hand out to Paris to shake, the coat sleeve rises a little on that arm and even a metal bracelet of copper can be seen. On the hand he holds out he has a wide ring around his thumb and a more normal ring on his middle finger. Both have magical runes engraved on them, and the ring on the finger has a little green orb on top. His other hand rests on the edge of the table in front of him now, in perfect view of Paris. This hand also has rings on it, one on his ring finger and one on his index finger. The ring on his index finger has a raised little round gem on it in jade and very close inspection would show a very small hinge. The ring on his ring finger is just a band with no gem, but is engraved with the markings of enchantments meant to conceal the true nature of the one who wears it. There are various other charms and accessories on him. He even has enchanted boot straps. If his clothing is enchanted, then the runes to indicate such are inside the clothes.

[Kels]

This is a sample of what the class room looks like. My normal map maker wasn't working right, so I did this as a mod for Oblivion instead. I've since added the names so everyone can see where everyone else is sitting.

[Paris Shikara]

“It is nice to meet you Ileemi,” Paris said cordially shaking his classmate’s hand, before taking off his feathered hat and placing it on the table, while he fixed the stray hairs that had been displaced when he removed it. He was not given to vanity, not completely anyway, but he did have a bit of self-awareness, and being among the highest born nobles within Korali, he did like to keep himself looking nice. He felt what he wore on that particular day was quite fashionable, if only because his mother, the Duchess Consort Fiona Dupree-Shikara thought that it was. His mother had been quite the fashion icon for several years, setting trends for other noble ladies and wealthy merchant’s wives.

He watched as the noble girl walked in, he could not recall her name, but remembered a conversation in Cliff Heights about how a noble’s daughter would be coming to be educated in Serenity. Quite lucky, he thought, as it's the best city in all of Korali.

-- Menora

Menora was slightly amused by the elf beside her, if only because she was starting to realize that it wasn’t a she-elf, but in fact, a male. Of course, being as open minded as she was, she didn’t mind much at all. She had always believed that people should do whatever it was that they desired to do. It was why she and Paris were such good friends.

“I like your dress, I’m Menora Takara… and you are?”

Edit: Paris said something to Ileemi about Aurelius, but it was removed, conversation flow may suffer.

[Loren Dupree]

Loren Dupree walked through the door, chuckling saucily after hearing a rather funny joke from his friend, who stood beside him as he entered. The young man had green eyes and blonde hair, and many in the city recognized him on site. Not only because of his name and family, the famous Dupree’s, but also because of his career as a magical duelist in the arena. Which was odd for a Dupree, considering many of them were fighters, and he did get his fair share of grief over that. A magical Dupree was a rare sight.

He surveyed the room, leaning up against the boy next to him. He recognized quite a few people. He knew Menora Takara because of the classes they shared together within the guild, and he also recognized the Winged Sentinel, though only by face. The one he knew the best was his first cousin, the son of the Duke, Paris. He knew his younger cousin idolized him on some level, and had always been very fond in return.

“Well,” he said to his friend, Rhian, “Looks like we’re stuck in the back. I know that’s your favorite position.”

--- Rhian Stormshadow

“It is,” replied the dark hair and eyed young man in a somewhat suggestive tone. He walked over to the table Loren had implicated, and took a seat. He wore robes of blue and black, matching his eyes and hair wonderfully. “So, whose teaching this class anyway?”

[Avera Yenis]

Avera straightened herself up as she clasped her hands neatly upon the desk before her. She would glance only briefly to the Elvin girls in the front, then turn her gaze to the boy that sat next to her. She would offer a slight awkward smile, and then extend a hand. “Avera Yenis.” She told him, not at all surprised if she was not heard of. She was certain that her parents had put a good word in for her in order to get such a chance as this. But then she was certain that the Yenis name was not far from forgotten even if they lived so far away.

A backwater city, town whichever people wished to call it, namely it was just to be rude in regard to her up-bring. She would speak briefly to the boy, not wishing to seem rude, just that she wished to convey that she was here to learn, socializing would come after class if she had time for even that. She enjoyed studying, at times too much was indeed just too much. Or that was what a few of the brother’s thought, stealing them half the time and hiding them on her.

It was thoughts like that, that had her thinking of home and she sunk a little in her seat. ~Homesick~ now that was a new feeling for her. She had thought that she would enjoy her time away from home studying and becoming better at her skills. And here she was missing her tormenters. She shrugged it off and straightened up in her chair. Her long dark locks curling at her shoulders, her bangs at lease, while she curled her braid about her waist so that it did not drape on the floor for anyone to step on. When she turned about to face the front after fixing her hair she noticed Kione.

Her gaze drifted from one Elvin girl to the other while they seemed to flirt with the boy. She didn’t want to judge anyone, but by his looks he looked worldly to the others, or was it just her. She was so out of the way of meeting people, important people she didn’t know anyone and judged poorly. She quickly returned her gaze to the table and the book before her. Soothing her hand over the binding, anxious to get the class started.

[Ileemi Ravrinav]

“Oh yes.” Ileemi replies. “Having crime running rampant is so much fun.” His tone is obviously sarcastic but there is a hint of something dangerous behind his eyes.

“Oh, I heard of that.” Rineth replies turning in her chair to look at the two behind her. She looks back at Menora quickly and replies, “Thank you.” Then she looks back at Ileemi and Paris. “Were you there? I wasn’t, but I heard about it. Who do you think will be appointed in his place?”

“I heard something about that too,” Mari joins in. “But no one has been able to tell me which one it was?” She looks at Paris, the source of the information she's just said she has been wanting. "Thank you."

Because of this new conversation going on, the front of the room doesn’t really notice the two new boys walk in. They are too busy talking about the murder of Master Mage Kedivor Dragaos this morning which was followed by the capture of his assassins. It was a big event in Serenity and will be the talk of the town for several weeks.

The centaur, Siwel, however does notice the two walk in. He is distracted by trying to listen in on the conversation going on in the front of the room, but at least he glances at the two.

Tristal watches as Avera turns her gaze away from him again and seems to sit so proper and attentive. The instructor isn’t even in the room yet. “It’s alright to relax. We’re all smart here. No one is going to make fun of you.”

[Avera Yenis]

Avera turned to the left and looked at Tristal. She then dropped her gaze to her hands. She was a very serious student. In fact she took great pride in her studies. Perhaps he was right. Everyone here was very smart or at least very talented with the skills that each possessed.

She furrowed her brow at the fact that the boy was right. Relaxing her hands, and slowly bringing them to her lap, she would try and relax. Her eyes drift to the boy again. "I'm just nervous is all."

It was then that her attention was averted to the front again. Everyone was a buzz about something that had transpired within the city. "What is going on?"

She had not been in the city for long, and knew very few people. though the names sounded familiar, she did not know what had gone on before coming here.