Jemals School

[Arkhandus]

"Ah, that will do." Keizaan says, nodding. He'll have to get used to this place.

[ishalleatyourflesh]

"Yes Aussir would like to go to lair now." He slides off and under his pack wiggling untill it rests between his wings. As the group goes to follow the guide, Aussir skitters over to the younge girl in the group. when he gets next to her he starts to sniff nad poke at her. "Aussir different from rest with Aussir. But Aussir a little the same... Amaya is same as rest but Amaya different at same time... Aussir stops for a moment, pulling his limbs under him and spreads his wings. He jumps straight up and slaps Amaya playfully across the back, his wings fill with air and he floats down. "HA! Aussir and Amaya both different. Aussir and Amaya not like rest off group. Aussir watch Amaya and Amaya watch Aussir. Alright?" The little kobold stares up at Amaya as he follows like a scaly pet.

[Rhun]

"Ummm...sure..." says Amaya, a bit unsure about the kobold. She then quickly continues following their guide.

[GlassEye]

Cal sighs and mutters, "I'm not a kid...". Readjusting the heavy pack on his shoulders he nearly drops the fur cloak. Finally he gets things situated to his liking and nudged by Nettle, his wolf companion, follows after Arin and the other students.

[Myth and Legend]

Jamien looked at the wiry boy on his left - dark haired and tanned, and wearing a loose robe that signified his low social standing. He was accompanied by a large, thick furred wolf, and that Jamien liked - he was a dog lover and had several hounds he used to go hunting with when he was growing up in his father's estate.

The young Knight approached the boy and spoke with a lower tone: "Our guide seems to regard us as inept children, even if she herself is not much older. We will have the opportunity to prove ourselves, I am sure. What is your wolf's name?"

[GlassEye]

Cal grins up at the bigger, friendly boy. "His name is Nettle." He flushes with apparent embarrassment. "My sister named him that because he kept chewing nettle leaves when he was a pup then crying about the stings. I think I would have named him something a bit more... wolfish." Cal looks askance at the other boy. "Umm... what's your name? Sorry if I missed it; there's sooo much to take in here."

[Rathan]

N... e...t...t...l...e.. hmm... got it... the rather clumsy priest apprentice uttered softly as he took the companions name down to parchment as he had been doing with most all the rest of the spoken conversations thus far.... "So.. the kobolds name was Assuir right?... and that's Arin... hmmm... I know I'm missing most peoples names but I have trouble walking on it's own.. let alone walking AND writing! Terrance added as he tripped over his own foot and nearly spilled ink all over Arin....

[GlassEye]

"Sorry, didn't catch your name, either," says Cal as he attempts to help steady the young scholar.

[Rathan]

"Terrance... Terrance Hawthorne is my name... I'm more of an all around knowledge buff than anything really.. My father set me on the path to learning really and I'm hoping Boccob and this university will lead me down it to the path of true enlightenment... and maybe show me a way to undo this cursed bad habit of tripping over everything as well..." Terrance uttered softly making small talk with his new fellow classmates as they are led to their dorms... "and your name is?" the apprentice priest adds as he jots down the hot points of the short conversation between he and Cal...

[ishalleatyourflesh]

... before meeting up with the floor yet again. The little kobold could be heard off to the side.

"Now where be Aussir's bag? Aussir know he had bag... on back." Aussir skitters around Terrence. "There be Aussir's bag. How did bag get under robe guy?" Aussir hastely picks up his bag and moves quickly to the front of the group. "Guide move fast. Some have trouble. Aussir have little dragon legs and wings not work well yet."

[Myth and Legend]

The young Knight brushed off his blond hair with a casual gesture and observed the group. The clumsy follower of Boccob seemed well mannered and not of malicious intent. The Kobold that thought itself a Dragon, however, was annoyingly self centered and babbling only about things it was concerned with.

"My name is Sir Jamien de Chartes, a Knight of the de Chartes family. Pleased to meet you all."

[GlassEye]

"Mine is Callistemon Agonistes but you can call me Cal." He thrusts one hand out to shake the knight's hand then goes and helps Terrance to his feet.

[Rhun]

"And I am Amaya Sakura Arai," says the young, dark haired woman. "It is a pleasure to meet you all."

[Rathan]

Terrance takes the hand up and then re-hearing the Knights name jots it down once more with the correct spelling this time.... "Thanks for the hand... I fear you will be helping me up a lot while here unless I get the hang of my own two feet soon... I'm just not used to carrying so much gear... just wait until I have my armor on... I'm twice as clumsy then.. and ranged weapons?... deary me no... never touch them... I'll end up putting a bolt through my own foot heh... the apprentice priest chuckled softly as he slowed his speech to a quiet halt as he noted he was rambling a bit as they walked...

[Myth and Legend]

Jamien smiled, revealing a row of straight, white teeth. "Perhaps you would like to train with me in the use of missile weapons? I am well versed in all manner of tools of war. Also, footwork is the fundamental basics of combat. I would be happy to help you improve."

The Knight than turned to the exotic Amaya - "My lady i have been anxious to hear your voice and know thy name. You are a gem amongst rocks, and i would be honoured to have your favor." The lad bowed slightly as the group hurried along with their guide and gazed in to the girl's almond shaped eyes.

[Theroc]

Coravin observed passively, not being one too familiar with people, more an academic. While he had no desire to be standoffish or rude, he wasn't familiar with how to interact with people he had no direct business with. He nearly rolled his eyes at the knight's complements, feeling it was a bit early for such lavish praise... but perhaps the woman would think differently.

[Rhun]

Originally Posted by Myth and Legend

The Knight than turned to the exotic Amaya - "My lady i have been anxious to hear your voice and know thy name. You are a gem amongst rocks, and i would be honoured to have your favor." The lad bowed slightly as the group hurried along with their guide and gazed in to the girl's almond shaped eyes.

Amaya smiles beautifully. "Thank you, Sir Knight. Your words are most kind." She laughs pleasantly. "And you have earned my favor."

[Myth and Legend]

Jamien smiled and nodded. He wanted to learn more of this girl's homeland, but now was not the time for intimate conversation. He did note a spark in Coravin's eyes however.

Deciding not to presume, Jamien turned his eyes towards the slender magic user. "You seem fairly quiet for one of the Wizardly profession Coravin, at least when magics are not the subject of the discussion."

[Theroc]

Originally Posted by Myth and Legend

"You seem fairly quiet for one of the Wizardly profession Coravin, at least when magics are not the subject of the discussion."

"I am not particularly experienced in interaction with those whom I have no direct business with... so I leave the talking to those better suited to conversation and take the opportunity to learn." Was his reply, as he looked to the others, wondering when they would arrive at their rooms.

"Miss, Arin was it? YOu never did tell us what the Academy's rules or regulations were... that is a rather important bit of information."

[ishalleatyourflesh]

"Maybe there is none. Place like this strong get stronger. Weak is punished." The Scaly kobold Grins wickedly at the rest of the group."Or maybe learn from papers." The little creature stumbles as he pulls a ratty pile of partchments from his bag. "Aussir keep papers"

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...Now, as I'm sure most of you know from the documentation you received as part of your acceptance package, this is a vast place, with many opportunities... principal.