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by Estva » Sun Dec 14, 2014 3:35 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Dec 14, 2014 4:07 pm
by The Starlight » Sun Dec 14, 2014 5:13 pm
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
by Eon Prime » Sun Dec 14, 2014 5:36 pm
by Wolfenium » Sun Dec 14, 2014 6:48 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"...Hello. Do you need anything from me?" He said after seeing them stand there for a while. "Are you lost, perhaps?"He asked, wondering what they were doing, though before they had a chance to answer, another student came along. This one was a young man, a noble judging by his surname, and he was most definitely one of the recruits he was to guide, as he soon introduced himself, confirming that he was one of the people on his list, Arogisl Ignobilis. Upon hearing him introduce himself, the guide simply raised a hand and waved it slightly in a dismissive gesture.
"Save that for the haughtier aspirants and the staff members, you don't have to be so formal with me. I'm Arcander Brightshield, and I'll be one of your guides during your first three years at the Academy. Pleased to meet you."
by Charmera » Sun Dec 14, 2014 7:32 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Save that for the haughtier aspirants and the staff members, you don't have to be so formal with me. I'm Arcander Brightshield, and I'll be one of your guides during your first three years at the Academy. Pleased to meet you." He said to the nobleman, nodding at him before glancing down at his list and crossing off the name Ignobilis. Looking back up, he noticed two other students approaching him, this time two girls of around the same age, one blonde and one with white hair, the former taller than the latter, who seemed to be staying behind the former for some reason. They seemed to have some sort of ressemblance with each other and didn't seem to mind each other's proximity, so Arcander inferred that they were probably related. And indeed, as they arrived next to him and the blonde one introduced herself and her companion, he learned that they were sisters, and that the surname that had apparently repeated itself belonged to them. More nobles, it seemed, though that was hardly a surprise. The Academy didn't favor those of noble descent when looking over applicants, but the simple truth was that these families often had the resources required to give their children quality training since early on, so it was no surprise that many nobles still found their way to the argent halls.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm afraid you will have to bear with it for a bit, as we'll have to wait for the rest of you and then attend to the welcoming ceremony, but after that you will get some time to rest. I'm Arcander Brightshield, and I'll be your guide in the Academy. Pleased to meet you, Jynna and Vyna." He said kindly to the both of them, regretting a bit that he was unable to help out some more in his current position, and then looked down to cross off both of their names from the list.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Sil Arion » Sun Dec 14, 2014 8:18 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Dec 14, 2014 10:56 pm
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Mon Dec 15, 2014 11:49 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Suddenly, turbulence. A spearhead of light, born from the void and bound for the void, cruised past the chariot, causing it to shake violently, the wagon spinning around several times from the force with which the unknown object passed next to it. . .
"I apologize for the disturbances the chariot has just experienced. However, it appears that nothing grave has happened, so, please remain calm for the remainder of the journey. We have just arrived at Cathedral Arcadia. We will be landing soon." The soft voice of the charioteer said through the vessel's speakers in an attempt to make sure that the recruits would be tranquil during the last stage of their journey. And indeed, if they had become distracted with the strange event that had just transpired, they would now undoubtedly notice that they had finally arrived at the Red Citadel, the land of skies of crimson. Through their windows, they would be able to see, above, the red skies that had given the Cathedral its nickname, and below, the colorful, bountiful lands and the magnificent oceans that reflected the skies, causing the optical illusion that the sea down below was in fact an enormous, fluctuating landmass of precious rubies.
As the chariot swiftly lost altitude in its descent towards its destination, the most gifted sights would be able to see, down below, amidst the sea, a speck of white, naught but a point of light in a swirling canvas of cosmic lifeblood. As the seconds passed, others would be able to see it as well, and before long, they would all be able to make out certain details of it, identifying it as a man-made structure. A tall, towering building, surrounded by the reflective water and the occasional stone formations poking out of the water, it was quite obviously one of the most sophisticated work of the Redemit kind. Green fields and even trees adorned the top, along with statues of ancient legends of the Phantom Blade, like Sylvalladine and Kaios, and on a large circular platform, separate from the rest of the school, one could clearly see the sign of the Phantom Blade, set in the middle of a large, silver glove, the symbol that represented the Silver Hand Academy of the Phantom Blade.
by The Unites State-Of-Minds » Mon Dec 15, 2014 8:09 pm
Charmera wrote:As they got there, they noticed one of the others introducing himself. Jynna smile warmly while Vyna smiled awkwardly, trying to mask how obviously uncomfortable she was. "Hello, I'm Jynna and this is Vyna. We're the two Ayendors... We're sisters." She then looked over at Arogisl, pausing. "She's... travel sick, is all..." She weakly lied to both of them.
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Escalan Corps-Star Island wrote:-Snip-
by Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Dec 16, 2014 5:26 pm
by Wolfenium » Tue Dec 16, 2014 7:57 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Aressa. I bring you our charges." Arcander said to the other student, motioning towards the recruits with some theatrical flair. However, his fellow aspirant seemed unimpressed, and merely nodded at him before looking at the recruits.
"Very well." She replied, her voice soft and calm, though even then it bore a component of authority. The aspirant addressed by Arcander as Aressa then introduced herself. "It is my pleasure to meet you all. My name is Aressa Alistar, and I will be your guide along with Brightshield here. I assume you have already been told that we are here for the welcoming ceremony, so I will not say anything about it. As long as you are capable of following instructions, everything should proceed smoothly." She explained politely as she casually analyzed each of the recruits with those two gray orbs of hers. "However," She continued after a pause. "we should still have a bit of time until the ceremony actually begins, so, if you happen to have any questions, now would be the ideal time to ask them, as interruptions during the ceremony will not be tolerated." She stated, giving them an offer and a warning for them to take or leave.
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Wed Dec 17, 2014 3:45 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Wed Dec 17, 2014 11:52 pm
by Sil Arion » Fri Dec 19, 2014 8:27 pm
by Charmera » Fri Dec 19, 2014 10:20 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Wolfenium » Fri Dec 19, 2014 11:25 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:After offering to answer any questions the recruits still had, Aressa merely continued observing them, analyzing them with an inquisitive gaze. However, soon enough, she heard one of them, Eamonn, speak up. Listening to the question he uttered, she raised her eyebrows ever so slightly, amused at the boldness of the question. She let her arms drop and walked up to the student in question, stopping some distance in front of him. "I am afraid that skipping the welcoming ceremony is not possible, MacÌomhair. I am truly sorry that your self-discipline seems to be in such a poor state, but as a student of the Silver Hand Academy, you are expected to follow the traditions that have been in place for over six hundred years." She explained, before tilting her head slightly at the student before her.
"Honestly, you should have known about these traditions. No matter if you were invited or applied to attend to the Academy, what kind of person would agree to come without doing a bit of research? Surely even prestige cannot be so blinding, much less so for someone who does not belong to the Phantom Blade." She spoke, honestly believing what she said, not scolding Eamonn or chastising him for his lack of foresight as she was merely stating her opinion on the matter. She crossed her arms in front of herself once again and then resumed talking. "Regardless, your training will be provided according to the schedule of the Academy, not when it is demanded. For all of you, your training and studies will commence tomorrow. Until then, you will have to be patient. The ceremony should not take too long from beginning to end, and you will have some time to relax afterwards, so make sure not to interrupt and everything will proceed nicely." She said, finishing with a nod. She could understand the eagerness of some to begin with their instruction in the arts of battle at once, but something like skipping the ceremony was strictly forbidden and she, as an aspirant and as the guide of these recruits, had to see such a ruling enforced.
Not long after she had finished talking to Eamonn, Aressa noticed another recruit trying to get to the front of the group. A girl with long black hair and purple eyes. She asked in a rather courteous manner about her family, specifically those who might have served as Knights of the Order, stating that her name seemed familiar. At this, the red-haired aspirant sighed and replied with a nod. "The Alistars have always been loyal to the Order of the Phantom Blade. Most of my family has served in the Phantom Host. My father Mercius is still in service, fighting the heathens in the Low North West. My great-grandfather, Aurelius, served in the Chalice War, as well as his brother, Arcadius." She stated, before turning around. "...I would appreciate it if you did not dwell on it too much." She added afterwards, no longer making eye contact with the girl as she returned to her post at the front of the group, next to the pedestals.
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by Estva » Sat Dec 20, 2014 7:08 pm
by Escalan Corps-Star Island » Sat Dec 20, 2014 10:03 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Dec 21, 2014 12:45 pm
by Wolfenium » Sun Dec 21, 2014 10:55 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Well, that's that." Aressa said, casually tossing the seal and the sword back into their respective pedestals, which retracted into the ground bearing their contents, most likely to be stored away until they were to be used by the eldest among the blood robes the next year. There was something, though. Her voice seemed much less stern, more relaxed, her words flowing with more freedom. She turned back to the recruits, resting her left hand on her hip, and instead of the solemn, impassible expression that had been on her face during the ceremony, she now wore a slight smile. "One day you'll all hold these ceremonial blades as well. I won't be here by then, but I'll look forward to it all the same." She said to the recruits. Her smile then faded, replaced by curiosity as she looked in Eamonn's direction. "Ah. MacÌomhair, you looked sick back there. Are you quite alright?" She inquired.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Arcander, meanwhile, had relaxed as well, going as far as to lean against the pedestal that bore the robes, almost falling as a result when it too began retracting into the ground. Chuckling to himself, he left his position at the back of the group and advanced towards the students, shoving one of his hands into one of the pockets of his uniform, fishing for something inside. "Congratulations to you all for being here. You'll have to work hard if you want to take the old man up on his dare. But then, if you weren't capable of that, you wouldn't be here, now would you?" He said to the students, his characteristic smile on his face once again. His voice had lost its martial edge by now, becoming friendly once again. Finally retrieving something from his pocket, he lightly tossed it at Mehran. "Shirazi, catch." He warned. The object in question was a seal, much like the one used in the ceremony, with a symbol that could be imprinted on the uniform if the seal was pressed against it. However, this was different, bearing not the Phantom Blade sigil over a silver gauntlet, but rather, the symbol of a sun with sixteen rays, the emblem of the Order of Xorshid. "They sent me this for you. It's yours if you want it." He said, and then pointed to his own uniform, where the green flame over a crescent moon stood opposite to the symbol of the Silver Hand.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:After that, he carried on, speaking to the other students. "Now, listen. Technically, the ceremony's over, and you're all free to decide to head to your dorms and relax for a bit. We would be compelled to take you there in that case." He explained. "However, if you all want to do something interesting, there's always the Silver Games. If you choose to participate, you'll each get to participate in a duel with another first year recruit. You might end up against one another, or against a stranger, though there have suspiciously been many more cases of the former as of late." He continued with his explanation. "Anyway, after that, you will all participate together against another group of recruits, under the care of another pair of guides. Well, those of you who choose to participate, anyway." He concluded.
"Is any of you interested, then?" Aressa asked the recruits, gauging their reactions to the offer to participate in the games.
by Estva » Mon Dec 22, 2014 12:36 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:The moments passed, and the golden-robed students continued performing the initiation ceremony upon the recruits, placing upon them the silvery robes that identified them and displayed their rank within the school. These aspirants who were at the moment proclaiming these new recruits as students had, too, been crowned as such before in a similar ceremony days prior, as had the newest among the blood-robes. All of them had followed the traditions of the Silver Hand Academy, the way the recruits were doing now. One by one, they were crowned as members of the Silver Hand by the ceremonial metal blades held by the steady hands of the golden-robed aspirants, seniors of the recruits before them by eight years exactly, in regards to their time at the Academy. All of them, too, had been in the position of the ones now before them, standing in line until their turn came, advancing to the aspirant at the front and being proclaimed as a student by the seal and the blade and the robe. All of them had felt themselves become part of something greater, all of them had felt that warmth in their hearts as they were accepted by those who had come before them. And now, they transmitted that feeling to the ones who stood in front of them, the ones who had come after them, for now it was them who wore the golden robes, and it was them who held the seal, and the blade, and the robe.
"I proclaim thee a recruit." Aressa said in a firm tone, her voice calm and her hand steady as her blade descended upon the last student's shoulder, crowning them, too, as a member of the Silver Hand Academy, before allowing them to return to their place among their fellow recruits, all of them now officially part of the school, all of them now officially crowned students of the prestigious institution. Blades and seals were placed back upon their pedestals, though the silvery robes remained upon the shoulders of the students for them to bear, the symbol representing the Silver Hand Academy proudly stamped upon their backs. And as everything returned to its rightful place in the auditorium, the sounds slowly died down once again until only the agitated breathing of some of the more excited students broke the silence that permeated the chamber.
It was then that, once again, the man with the nigh-argent gaze spoke.
"I welcome you, once again, to the Silver Hand Academy. Here, you will learn to fight, and you will learn to bleed. You will learn to struggle. Not all of you will be in these halls in ten years. Not all of you will be in these halls in eight, or in four. Only those among you who truly wish to be here will truly reap the benefits of your stay. Only those of you who truly dedicate yourselves to the Academy may take away knowledge from its halls." Augustus spoke, his powerful voice once again reverberating through the whole hall, sinking into the minds of every student within reach. He made a small pause, allowing the echoes to fade, before continuing with a simple, brief sentence. "I dare you, children, to stay." He said sternly. After that, however, he turned his back on the students, facing the symbol at the far back of the room.
"We will now recite the Phantom Oath. Those among you who hail from distant lands, I ask you only for your respect and silence. Those of you who have come from the lands of Sylvalladine, repeat after me." He stated. Then, he raised his left arm, placing his hand upon the center of his chest, his forearm drawing a straight line parallel to the ground between his hand and his elbow. And as soon as his hand had settled, every student clad in gold and every student clad in red did exactly the same, raising their left hands and placing their hands on their chests, their posture perfectly straight and perfectly still. The silence had become something powerful and solemn, and now not even faint breathing could be heard over the sublime quiet atmosphere.
And then the Oath broke the silence and the man clad in robes of the void led the way with his voice, a symphony soon following.
"I, the wishful warrior,
Promise to become the shield of my people,
To bring lasting peace to our lands,
And protect them with my life;
Promise to become the sword of my people,
To bring swift defeat to our enemies,
And banish them with my might;
Promise to become the spirit of my people,
To bring hope to their hearts,
And inspire them with my light.
By the honor and blood of those who walked before us,
And the hearts and hopes of those who are yet to come,
I, the wishful warrior, promise to serve the Phantom Blade."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Never forget where you have come from."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:After that, he carried on, speaking to the other students. "Now, listen. Technically, the ceremony's over, and you're all free to decide to head to your dorms and relax for a bit. We would be compelled to take you there in that case." He explained. "However, if you all want to do something interesting, there's always the Silver Games. If you choose to participate, you'll each get to participate in a duel with another first year recruit. You might end up against one another, or against a stranger, though there have suspiciously been many more cases of the former as of late." He continued with his explanation. "Anyway, after that, you will all participate together against another group of recruits, under the care of another pair of guides. Well, those of you who choose to participate, anyway." He concluded.
"Is any of you interested, then?" Aressa asked the recruits, gauging their reactions to the offer to participate in the games.
by The Unites State-Of-Minds » Mon Dec 22, 2014 3:27 am
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by Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Dec 22, 2014 4:56 pm
by The Starlight » Mon Dec 22, 2014 5:17 pm
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
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