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Chasing Yesterday; A Cautionary Tale
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<blockquote data-quote="theredrobedwizard" data-source="post: 3215280" data-attributes="member: 21340"><p><strong>Chapter 2.4: Morgrave University</strong></p><p></p><p>"That was some fight," Jaysen said as he absent-mindedly wiped some stray blood spatter from his breastplate.</p><p></p><p>"I can't believe you did all that," Myk continued, "with only a gauntlet and a few improvised weapons."</p><p></p><p>"That thing with the trays and the fruit stand; inspired," Mika said, "that was definetly a fight that they'll be talking about in Sharn for years to come."</p><p></p><p>"To think, I almost missed it," Raczel said, "but you brought the action all the way over to where Mika and I were. That was thoughtful."</p><p></p><p>"Thoughtful nothing," Taelor interjected, "that was dumb luck."</p><p></p><p>"Either way," Jaysen said, "I think I speak for everyone here when I say that was the most exciting fight I've ever seen."</p><p></p><p>"Where'd your sister disappear to, anyway," Raczel asked.</p><p></p><p>"After you healed her up, she went back to my apartment," Taelor replied, "she's keeping watch over it while we're on this little adventure."</p><p></p><p>Mika stopped for a moment and looked around.</p><p></p><p>"Ok, this way," the rogue said as she trotted off.</p><p></p><p>The group quickened their pace and crossed the common area of the University as students milled about them. None of the pupils even batted an eyelash at the presence of heavily armed and blood spattered adventurers wandering through the grounds.</p><p></p><p>The group's progress came to a screeching halt outside a heavy wooden door.</p><p></p><p>"We're here," Mika said as she pushed the door open.</p><p></p><p>"... and thus concludes today's lesson on the anatomy of the Aberration," said a demure elf standing infront of an eviscerated orb of flesh.</p><p></p><p>"Professor," came a voice from the back, "one of the eyestalks is twitching."</p><p></p><p>Screams washed over the gathered students in the lecture hall. The professor stepped away, clutching her scalpel in a defensive manner. A whooshing sound flew from the back of the room, followed by a metallic thunk as the creature's eyestalk was severed by a very sharp axe. The students hushed immediately as the group made its way down the stairs to the lecturn.</p><p></p><p>"Class dismissed," the professor said as she set her scalpel down on the table.</p><p></p><p>"Professor," Mika said happily, "good to see you again."</p><p></p><p>"You as well Ms. Groven," the elf replied, "who're these rabble you've brought with you?"</p><p></p><p>"We aren't rabble," Jaysen said with a miffed tone, "we're her friends."</p><p></p><p>"Either way," the professor said, "what brings you back?"</p><p></p><p>"We're answering your advertisment for an archaeological expedition," Raczel spoke up from the back.</p><p></p><p>"Ah," the professor answered.</p><p></p><p>"I guess introductions are in order," Mika said, "this is Joithrana Benetharas; Professor of Anatomy, Archaeology, and Mrorish Poetry."</p><p></p><p>"What a bizarre triple specialization," said a mirror image of the professor, "why'd they pick you to head up the Mrorish Poety department?"</p><p></p><p>"Do my ears really look like that," Joi asked absentmindedly, "Who are your friends, Ms. Groven?"</p><p></p><p>"That's my brother Myk, his friend Jaysen, and this is Raczel; we just met her in Wroat," Mika replied, "and I believe you know Taelor."</p><p></p><p>"How could I forget him after the stunt he pulled in my 'Pre-Galifarian Anthropology' class," Joi said irately, "the founders of the Dragonmarked Houses were *not* inbred yokels who snogged their siblings."</p><p></p><p>"To be fair," Taelor replied, "the song and dance number I put together said that they buggered their cousins, not snogged their siblings."</p><p></p><p>"Either way, it's a wonder you have the courage to set foot back here after the administration kicked you out for attacking that exchange student," Joi continued.</p><p></p><p>"He was asking for it, trying steal my eternal soul and use it to make a bargain with a Rakshasa," Taelor interrupted.</p><p></p><p>"Well, to be fair, he *was* possessed at the time," Mika said.</p><p></p><p>"That's no excuse," Taelor said, "he was voluntarily possessed to get higher marks in 'Pact Magic: 201'."</p><p></p><p>"Just drop it, we've got work to do," Joi said sternly as she handed a piece of parchment to Mika, "here's a list of tasks for each of you."</p><p></p><p>"Raczel, you're on rations; Myk, you're getting maps; Jaysen, you're on transport; I'm on weapons and armor detail," Mika said.</p><p></p><p>"What about me," Taelor asked.</p><p></p><p>"The list says you're supposed to, and I quote, 'not do anything to jeopardise the mission or get us into any other trouble before we leave'," Mika said with a giggle.</p><p></p><p>"Where's the fun in that," Taelor said dejectedly.</p><p></p><p>"You could always help me clean up the Aberration corpse," Joi said.</p><p></p><p>"That's ok, I think I'll just go get some more wands," Taelor quipped, "where're we going on this little trip, anyway?"</p><p></p><p>"We're heading to the Mournlands," Joi said absentmindedly, "I'm looking to recover some of the historical books in Metrol's library that were left behind after it was evacuated."</p><p></p><p>"Mockery's genitals," Taelor cursed, "you couldn't have picked a more dangerous place for a first expedition, could you?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, it was either this or a trip to Q'barra," Joi replied.</p><p></p><p>"What kind of morons would voluntarily go to that Defiler's playground," Raczel asked.</p><p></p><p>"Where do you think we're going when we get back from Metrol," the professor mentioned as she walked into her office to gather her supplies.</p><p></p><p>"What in the name of all that's good and decent have I gotten myself into," Raczel wondered aloud.</p><p></p><p>"The greatest adventure you'll ever experience," Jaysen said, "I had a vision during my test at the Cathedral of the Silver Flame that my friends and two strange women would save the world."</p><p></p><p>"Oh... well then... no pressure," Raczel said nervously as the lot of them left the lecture hall and set out to their assigned tasks.</p><p></p><p>----------</p><p></p><p>-TRRW</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="theredrobedwizard, post: 3215280, member: 21340"] [b]Chapter 2.4: Morgrave University[/b] "That was some fight," Jaysen said as he absent-mindedly wiped some stray blood spatter from his breastplate. "I can't believe you did all that," Myk continued, "with only a gauntlet and a few improvised weapons." "That thing with the trays and the fruit stand; inspired," Mika said, "that was definetly a fight that they'll be talking about in Sharn for years to come." "To think, I almost missed it," Raczel said, "but you brought the action all the way over to where Mika and I were. That was thoughtful." "Thoughtful nothing," Taelor interjected, "that was dumb luck." "Either way," Jaysen said, "I think I speak for everyone here when I say that was the most exciting fight I've ever seen." "Where'd your sister disappear to, anyway," Raczel asked. "After you healed her up, she went back to my apartment," Taelor replied, "she's keeping watch over it while we're on this little adventure." Mika stopped for a moment and looked around. "Ok, this way," the rogue said as she trotted off. The group quickened their pace and crossed the common area of the University as students milled about them. None of the pupils even batted an eyelash at the presence of heavily armed and blood spattered adventurers wandering through the grounds. The group's progress came to a screeching halt outside a heavy wooden door. "We're here," Mika said as she pushed the door open. "... and thus concludes today's lesson on the anatomy of the Aberration," said a demure elf standing infront of an eviscerated orb of flesh. "Professor," came a voice from the back, "one of the eyestalks is twitching." Screams washed over the gathered students in the lecture hall. The professor stepped away, clutching her scalpel in a defensive manner. A whooshing sound flew from the back of the room, followed by a metallic thunk as the creature's eyestalk was severed by a very sharp axe. The students hushed immediately as the group made its way down the stairs to the lecturn. "Class dismissed," the professor said as she set her scalpel down on the table. "Professor," Mika said happily, "good to see you again." "You as well Ms. Groven," the elf replied, "who're these rabble you've brought with you?" "We aren't rabble," Jaysen said with a miffed tone, "we're her friends." "Either way," the professor said, "what brings you back?" "We're answering your advertisment for an archaeological expedition," Raczel spoke up from the back. "Ah," the professor answered. "I guess introductions are in order," Mika said, "this is Joithrana Benetharas; Professor of Anatomy, Archaeology, and Mrorish Poetry." "What a bizarre triple specialization," said a mirror image of the professor, "why'd they pick you to head up the Mrorish Poety department?" "Do my ears really look like that," Joi asked absentmindedly, "Who are your friends, Ms. Groven?" "That's my brother Myk, his friend Jaysen, and this is Raczel; we just met her in Wroat," Mika replied, "and I believe you know Taelor." "How could I forget him after the stunt he pulled in my 'Pre-Galifarian Anthropology' class," Joi said irately, "the founders of the Dragonmarked Houses were *not* inbred yokels who snogged their siblings." "To be fair," Taelor replied, "the song and dance number I put together said that they buggered their cousins, not snogged their siblings." "Either way, it's a wonder you have the courage to set foot back here after the administration kicked you out for attacking that exchange student," Joi continued. "He was asking for it, trying steal my eternal soul and use it to make a bargain with a Rakshasa," Taelor interrupted. "Well, to be fair, he *was* possessed at the time," Mika said. "That's no excuse," Taelor said, "he was voluntarily possessed to get higher marks in 'Pact Magic: 201'." "Just drop it, we've got work to do," Joi said sternly as she handed a piece of parchment to Mika, "here's a list of tasks for each of you." "Raczel, you're on rations; Myk, you're getting maps; Jaysen, you're on transport; I'm on weapons and armor detail," Mika said. "What about me," Taelor asked. "The list says you're supposed to, and I quote, 'not do anything to jeopardise the mission or get us into any other trouble before we leave'," Mika said with a giggle. "Where's the fun in that," Taelor said dejectedly. "You could always help me clean up the Aberration corpse," Joi said. "That's ok, I think I'll just go get some more wands," Taelor quipped, "where're we going on this little trip, anyway?" "We're heading to the Mournlands," Joi said absentmindedly, "I'm looking to recover some of the historical books in Metrol's library that were left behind after it was evacuated." "Mockery's genitals," Taelor cursed, "you couldn't have picked a more dangerous place for a first expedition, could you?" "Well, it was either this or a trip to Q'barra," Joi replied. "What kind of morons would voluntarily go to that Defiler's playground," Raczel asked. "Where do you think we're going when we get back from Metrol," the professor mentioned as she walked into her office to gather her supplies. "What in the name of all that's good and decent have I gotten myself into," Raczel wondered aloud. "The greatest adventure you'll ever experience," Jaysen said, "I had a vision during my test at the Cathedral of the Silver Flame that my friends and two strange women would save the world." "Oh... well then... no pressure," Raczel said nervously as the lot of them left the lecture hall and set out to their assigned tasks. ---------- -TRRW [/QUOTE]
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