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<blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 1734240" data-attributes="member: 8530"><p><strong>Chapter Two, "The Student Wizard"</strong></p><p></p><p>“I don’t want to go home!” Daradaleria Llyr yelled at the raven perched on the bedframe in the room at Ravensgate School. The school was located at the community by the same name and was one of the most exclusive and rather secretive wizard schools on the continent. </p><p></p><p>The young elvan student had just begun her second year of study. Her freshman year consisted of learning rudimentary magic, the school’s philosophy, and developing a rapport with the other students. They are housed in a different magic school consisting of eight freshmen and four students of each upper grade. The curriculum for the sophomore year includes extensive training in situations in the outside world. </p><p></p><p>The raven stared back at her and telepathically communicated “You do not have a choice in this.” Daradaleria verbally responded “This is supposed to be the year that I go out into the world with my classmates! They’re already gone, and without me! First I get stuck here and get lectured about how I don’t respond appropriately to non-Ravensgate individuals. </p><p></p><p>The raven just stared at her, keeping his thoughts to himself. She continued her tirade, “They’ve all left, and I should be with them, instead I’m being sent out alone.” The raven replied, “You will not be alone, I will be with you. Your classmates have to depend upon each other. Each of them will not become linked to a raven until their senior year. You should feel fortunate that our bond was established earlier.” She yells back, “Oh, don’t remind me! You chose me the minute I arrived here as a recruit, my luggage hadn’t even touched the ground.” “And was I wrong?” he asked. She sighed, “No, of course not.”</p><p></p><p>She continued to pack her bag and dressed in her Ravensgate attire, consisting of dark clothing, lether bracers and a hooded cloak. She then yells back at her companion “I’m just angry, that’s all. They’re not sending me out into the world! I’ve been ordered back to Brondani, the most unenlighted, mage-fearing repressive hole in the universe. Even the bards don’t like to go there.” He replies, “Are you through? You know as well as anyone that Brondani is a propserous and thriving port city that is the envy of other cities on the continent. The only reason that bards don’t seek employment there is because your very own family already meets all of their needs for that, being comprised of hundreds of the finest and most long-lived bards in the world. And you of all people know why wizards are shunned.” </p><p></p><p>Indeed, it was twelve-hundred years earlier that apprentices of her great grandmother got involved in a scheme that pitted the Silvanost and Mengale elves against each other. The Lyrr family was blamed, and reduced in rank to the lowest ranked elvan house in Brondani. Since that time wizards were unwelcomed in the city. Daradaleria, like her parents and grandfather, have to keep their knowledge a secret. In fact, most Brondani residents believe that the Ravensgate school is a “finishing school” rather than a place for wizard instruction. </p><p></p><p>She latched up her suitcase and then sat back down on the bed. The raven tells her, “The school is not giving you a choice in this. We all do as we are instructed to.” She yells back, “But I don’t want to go home. This isn’t fair! I want to learn how to cast new spells!” He replies, “Have some patience. During your third year you will learn more spells than you ever thought possible.” </p><p></p><p>She pauses and then yells back, “But I want to learn some of them now, to make that year easier. You know what they say about the third year.” He replies “Indeed I do. After only a month of study one of your housemates, Ryllanor, has already opted to repeat the year.” She answers, “Oh believe me, I know it. He’ll be taking up a spot that one of us second year students should be moving up into. And who do you think they’ll pick to stay back, the three who are out developing themselves into a team, or me, the odd-man out?” He calmly replies, “They will pick the one who is not yet ready to move on, which at this point could be any one of the four of you. Stop this needless worry about things that are beyond your control, unless you wish to create a self-fulfilling prophesy.”</p><p></p><p>She takes one last look at herself in the mirror, adjusts the hood on her cloak, and heads towards the door. The raven flies up and lands upon her shoulder. As they leave the room and start down the darkened stone corridor she says, “You know what’s going to happen when I get back? Mother is just going to stick me with baby-sitting duty. She’s probably given birth to yet another half-sibling since I saw her last.” “Impossible, you saw her just five weeks ago,” he answers. She replies, “Well, I’ll still be stuck changing diapers, just you watch. And she won’t even allow me to take shortcuts using cantrips, I’ll have to do it all by hand!”</p><p></p><p>Daradaleria complains, “And she’ll also be on my case again about when am I going to find a husband.” He answers, “Well, she found all five of her husbands here at this school. She expects you to do the same.” She responds, “Mother has no control over who and how I choose a spouce. And how can she even expect me to find somebody here if I’m being sent home!”</p><p></p><p>They soon reach the teleportation chamber. Waiting for her is a half-elvan Ravensgate professor who she recognizes as being a distant relative but can’t remember the name of. The raven says, “He is named Mearlo-Phon Getalyn. He is a fourth-cousin twice-removed who is related to you through your maternal grandmother.” “Show off” she telepathically replies. </p><p></p><p>She and the instructor each fasten the ends of their cloaks to the clasps on each others bracers, the cloaks then creating a magical sphere encompasing them and their ravens. He casts the teleport spell and the two of them appear in a windowless chamber back at the Llyr castle in the city of Brondani. He then teleports back to Ravengate as she hears the sound of somebody approaching. </p><p></p><p>Her father enters the chamber. She is delighted to see him but rather than a friendly greeting the first words out of her mouth are “I don’t want to be back here. Isn’t there anything that you can do?” He answers, “Your grandfather Gredewal wishes to meet with you.” Hearing that she sighs, realizing that nothing more will be said about the subject. The family patriarch was loved and respected by all and nobody seriously questioned his decisions. The rebel in her couldn’t resist commenting “Another lecture about family responsiblities and my role? And then I’ll be told to change diapers.” </p><p></p><p>As they walked together he draped his hand across her shoulder and said “No dear child. You are here as part of your second year studies with the school. You are to meet your grandfather not here but down in the city. Go to the Silver Chalice silversmith shop and you will receive further instruction.” “Can I do some shopping along the way?” she asks. He answers, “Just do as you are told. Make us all proud of you. And always remember that you are a Llyr.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Silver Moon, post: 1734240, member: 8530"] [B]Chapter Two, "The Student Wizard"[/B] “I don’t want to go home!” Daradaleria Llyr yelled at the raven perched on the bedframe in the room at Ravensgate School. The school was located at the community by the same name and was one of the most exclusive and rather secretive wizard schools on the continent. The young elvan student had just begun her second year of study. Her freshman year consisted of learning rudimentary magic, the school’s philosophy, and developing a rapport with the other students. They are housed in a different magic school consisting of eight freshmen and four students of each upper grade. The curriculum for the sophomore year includes extensive training in situations in the outside world. The raven stared back at her and telepathically communicated “You do not have a choice in this.” Daradaleria verbally responded “This is supposed to be the year that I go out into the world with my classmates! They’re already gone, and without me! First I get stuck here and get lectured about how I don’t respond appropriately to non-Ravensgate individuals. The raven just stared at her, keeping his thoughts to himself. She continued her tirade, “They’ve all left, and I should be with them, instead I’m being sent out alone.” The raven replied, “You will not be alone, I will be with you. Your classmates have to depend upon each other. Each of them will not become linked to a raven until their senior year. You should feel fortunate that our bond was established earlier.” She yells back, “Oh, don’t remind me! You chose me the minute I arrived here as a recruit, my luggage hadn’t even touched the ground.” “And was I wrong?” he asked. She sighed, “No, of course not.” She continued to pack her bag and dressed in her Ravensgate attire, consisting of dark clothing, lether bracers and a hooded cloak. She then yells back at her companion “I’m just angry, that’s all. They’re not sending me out into the world! I’ve been ordered back to Brondani, the most unenlighted, mage-fearing repressive hole in the universe. Even the bards don’t like to go there.” He replies, “Are you through? You know as well as anyone that Brondani is a propserous and thriving port city that is the envy of other cities on the continent. The only reason that bards don’t seek employment there is because your very own family already meets all of their needs for that, being comprised of hundreds of the finest and most long-lived bards in the world. And you of all people know why wizards are shunned.” Indeed, it was twelve-hundred years earlier that apprentices of her great grandmother got involved in a scheme that pitted the Silvanost and Mengale elves against each other. The Lyrr family was blamed, and reduced in rank to the lowest ranked elvan house in Brondani. Since that time wizards were unwelcomed in the city. Daradaleria, like her parents and grandfather, have to keep their knowledge a secret. In fact, most Brondani residents believe that the Ravensgate school is a “finishing school” rather than a place for wizard instruction. She latched up her suitcase and then sat back down on the bed. The raven tells her, “The school is not giving you a choice in this. We all do as we are instructed to.” She yells back, “But I don’t want to go home. This isn’t fair! I want to learn how to cast new spells!” He replies, “Have some patience. During your third year you will learn more spells than you ever thought possible.” She pauses and then yells back, “But I want to learn some of them now, to make that year easier. You know what they say about the third year.” He replies “Indeed I do. After only a month of study one of your housemates, Ryllanor, has already opted to repeat the year.” She answers, “Oh believe me, I know it. He’ll be taking up a spot that one of us second year students should be moving up into. And who do you think they’ll pick to stay back, the three who are out developing themselves into a team, or me, the odd-man out?” He calmly replies, “They will pick the one who is not yet ready to move on, which at this point could be any one of the four of you. Stop this needless worry about things that are beyond your control, unless you wish to create a self-fulfilling prophesy.” She takes one last look at herself in the mirror, adjusts the hood on her cloak, and heads towards the door. The raven flies up and lands upon her shoulder. As they leave the room and start down the darkened stone corridor she says, “You know what’s going to happen when I get back? Mother is just going to stick me with baby-sitting duty. She’s probably given birth to yet another half-sibling since I saw her last.” “Impossible, you saw her just five weeks ago,” he answers. She replies, “Well, I’ll still be stuck changing diapers, just you watch. And she won’t even allow me to take shortcuts using cantrips, I’ll have to do it all by hand!” Daradaleria complains, “And she’ll also be on my case again about when am I going to find a husband.” He answers, “Well, she found all five of her husbands here at this school. She expects you to do the same.” She responds, “Mother has no control over who and how I choose a spouce. And how can she even expect me to find somebody here if I’m being sent home!” They soon reach the teleportation chamber. Waiting for her is a half-elvan Ravensgate professor who she recognizes as being a distant relative but can’t remember the name of. The raven says, “He is named Mearlo-Phon Getalyn. He is a fourth-cousin twice-removed who is related to you through your maternal grandmother.” “Show off” she telepathically replies. She and the instructor each fasten the ends of their cloaks to the clasps on each others bracers, the cloaks then creating a magical sphere encompasing them and their ravens. He casts the teleport spell and the two of them appear in a windowless chamber back at the Llyr castle in the city of Brondani. He then teleports back to Ravengate as she hears the sound of somebody approaching. Her father enters the chamber. She is delighted to see him but rather than a friendly greeting the first words out of her mouth are “I don’t want to be back here. Isn’t there anything that you can do?” He answers, “Your grandfather Gredewal wishes to meet with you.” Hearing that she sighs, realizing that nothing more will be said about the subject. The family patriarch was loved and respected by all and nobody seriously questioned his decisions. The rebel in her couldn’t resist commenting “Another lecture about family responsiblities and my role? And then I’ll be told to change diapers.” As they walked together he draped his hand across her shoulder and said “No dear child. You are here as part of your second year studies with the school. You are to meet your grandfather not here but down in the city. Go to the Silver Chalice silversmith shop and you will receive further instruction.” “Can I do some shopping along the way?” she asks. He answers, “Just do as you are told. Make us all proud of you. And always remember that you are a Llyr.” [/QUOTE]
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