Jemals School

[Rhun]

At Arin's words, Amaya turns to the others. "Do you want to sign up? We should try it out."

[renau1g]

"Aye, there's nothing more that I'd like to try than my hand at this thing" Zero replies, taking out his firearm and a small rag, polishing the surface.

[GlassEye]

Cal shuffles in excitement at the prospect of signing up for his first arena battle. Nettle mirrors the boy with energetic tail-wagging that thumps anyone standing near the wolf. "I'm up for it!" Cal looks at the other students surrounding him, does a quick count, and frowns. "There's six of us. A maximum of five can fight in a group. So, two groups..." He goes silent, mentally configuring groups. He frowns again. "So, whaddaya think?"

[Theroc]

"Unfortunate that our entire group cannot participate. Now we must decide who works directly with whom in the arena. I personally am not a very physical combatant, if anyone did not notice... I summon beings from other Planes to do my physical fighting in my stead. My recommendation is that we determine one another's strengths and weaknesses, and try to get two groups with complimenting composition..."

Coravin pondered. He had little actual field experience, save summoning a few infernal creatures to terrify pickpockets during his life. Actual combat is not something he's familiar with. The man began thinking on his readied spells, and how they would aid him when it came to confrontation.

[Myth and Legend]

Jamien's chainmail rattled as he shuffled around to make sure it's on tightly enough, and the arming doublet below did not impair his movements. "I am best used when protecting frail allies. Although i can also hold my own and enter by myself. I think we should go in asa team of myself, the Wizard and the young Dragon, yes?"

The Knight preferred he rode his mount in combat, but for his first try he decided not to slow the group down.

[Rathan]

Terrance stumbled a bit as he let his new stick guide him to the arena... or so he hoped.... his moments were guided by the new device he'd purchased and hoped his companions were not to far ahead of him....

[ishalleatyourflesh]

Aussir starts to shout excitedly.

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"AUSSIR EAT FACE! AUSSIR EAT FACE!"

The exited kobold jumps up and down in the air his wings flapping. When he notices the rest of the group watching him he settles down and sheepishly clears his throat before continuing hesitantly."What Aussir mean to say is Aussir takes ...off..ens..ive roll in combat. Aussir goes out and ... eng...ages... en..e...my com..bat..ants in close...range ... melee."

[Arkhandus]

Keizaan follows Terrence silently, saying only "I hope for your sake that silly stick is worth what you paid for it."

[GlassEye]

Cal is surprised at Aussir's outburst (though even this early in their friendship he probably shouldn't be) and doesn't understand the kobold until he switches to common. "Ah, yes. So, Aussir can fight, and it seems fairly obvious that Jamien can fight. Nettle can hold his own but I'm not sure how he'll handle the arena. I prefer the bow but I've got a bit of magic to use, too." Cal gazes at Zero and then points at the man's arquebus. "What is that thing? A club? So do you fight in the front line?"

[Jemal]

As the students deliberate over who should go in which group, There is an *OOF* as Terrance walks out of a nearby hallway and trips over the over-excited Aussir. As he picks himself up, he and Keizaan get their first glimpse of the massive dome that is the Arena, the same trio that the others had seen earlier currently inside a dark dungeon corridor, navigating their way across a slippery log set above a very deep pit.

[Andor]

Originally Posted by Myth and Legend

"... and the young Dragon, yes?"

A tall young man, wearing a jerkin of scaley green leather studded with some sort of teeth, walking past on the outskirts of another tour group pauses in mid stride as he overhears these words. He takes a startled look around and grins as he sees the capering Aussir. "Ahh that's what you meant. I see. [draconic]Greetings little brother of the Great Wyrms. I had not anticpated seeing any of the scaled folk here.[/draconic]" he says with a formal little bow to the winged Kobold. Speaking more generally he continues "In fact I just got into a bit of a row with those prats in my tour group. Seems they didn't care for the Sleestak err... (lizardfolk if you don't happen to speak Dragon) and I wouldn't have any of it. Can you imagine the cheek? Why the Blue Scale tribe are some of my fathers most loyal warriors."

[Rathan]

"oh... I'm so sorry Assuir... that was your poor foot..... oh... that couldn't have felt good.. my deepest apologies my little scaled friend... I owe you one.... Terrance said as his apologetic tone was deeply sincere.... he HATED being inept with his own two feet and vowed that must change soon.. as Terrance turned and looked up and into the dome before he his jaw dropped low.... his amazement was profound to say the least... By Boccob... this magnificent spectacle of modern magics is out of this world.... simply breathtaking..... I MUST enter this magical wonder and see for myself how challenging it really is..... anyone with me?" Terrance said as he put away his path finding stick not even bothering to notice that it ACTUALLY lead him where it was supposed to..... he was too busy oogling the battle dome....

[GlassEye]

Terrance's fumbling arrival with the quiet Keizaan and the arrival of the new warrior seems fortuitous to Cal. "Welcome, then, warrior." He nods a welcome to the young man who seems quite formidable in his scaly jerkin. "We were just discussing splitting into two groups and signing up for our first excursion into the arena. My name is Calistemon Agonistes but I find 'Cal' an acceptable and pronounceable substitute." Cal grins. "As you can see, we have no problem with the scalyfolk in our group."

[Myth and Legend]

Jamien smiled and greeted the newcomers: "Master Terrance, I am glad you have rejoined our group. And you Sir, i can see by your manner that you have been trained as a Knight. I am Sir Jamien de Chartes, pleased to meet you. Although i did not hear your name."

[Arkhandus]

Keizaan sighs, and waits for Terrence to untangle himself from Aussir before he steps into the Arena. "Woah...." he mutters, marveling at the place. "So this is where I'll have my combat training......I'm anxious to see just how realistic, and dangerous, it really is....."

[Andor]

Originally Posted by Myth and Legend

"I am Sir Jamien de Chartes, pleased to meet you. Although i did not hear your name."

"Because I did not give it. Pleased to meet you Sir Jamien, Cal. I am Sir Lionel of the Viridian Order, Prince Wyrmhill." He shakes hands in greetings with all who reciprocate.

"As for the arena I'm quite eager to give it a go myself. What an opportunity to test oneself! And with none of the trials of real campaigning. My master would think me quite spoilt."

[Myth and Legend]

"We are told that the dangers inside are quite real - to the point of warranting resurrective magics when a group bites off more than they can chew." Jamien shook the other Knight's hand with a firm grip and eyed his equipment with curiosity.

[Andor]

"Ha! I did not mean the trials of combat Sir Jamien. I meant sleeping in the mud and dining, if lucky, on swamp rat and swill. If you are a knight then surely you served a master knight as a squire? Did you never follow him on campaign?"

[renau1g]

"Oh, I would certainly enjoy seeing the effects of curative magic within the confines of what is perhaps a grand illusory effect with quasi-real creatures and beasts running around. I wonder if elemental properties are the same inside as they are on the Material Plane, although I suppose that begs the question of the what effects those elemental properties have here in the school and whether those transfer across the boundaries into the training ground...." Zero says, continuign to discuss planar effects and how they differ across the contiguous planes

[Rhun]

Amaya remains quiet as the others chat, watching the group of students in the Arena below.