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Jemals School

Jamien rushed to catch up with Arin, moving with determination and almost a soldier's march. "What can we expect out of the Arena my lady? Any warnings or advice that you could share would be deeply appreciated."

"Yes, I too would be quite interested in the workings of that place. Is it an illusory-based system, or do the challenges get physically brought here? Is it magic-based, where you summon the challenges in with Conjuration effects?" Zero adds, his interest piqued and the questions coming fast.
 

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Amaya continues on quietly, but listens to the words of her companions. She was most interested to see how the Arena worked, but didn't want to overwhelm Arin with a bunch of newbie questions.
 

Coravin decided he would save his questions until after Arin had slogged through the questions of the others, if his own questions remained unanswered afterwards. With that, he listened intently as he followed the group.
 


-Mall/Cafeteria-
Terrance buys his stick and then he and Keizaan make their way to the cafeteria. As they enter, the place has about a hundred other sentients in it, mostly humanoid. Off to the far right sit a pair of blue-skinned Ogres with a very wide berth about them, eating what appears to be a whole(Well, mostly) uncooked horse. Nearby students are trying their best to ignore the pair.

-Arena-
"Don't expect anything. Or, conversely, expect exactly anything. They say that the arena is a very powerful, sophisticated illusion, but the damage it is capable of inflicting is very real. Some people do think that the arena conjures them as some mages are capable of summoning monsters to serve them. No diviner yet has been able to tell a difference between the constructs within and the real thing. They radiate no different aura or magic than the creature they appear to be, and are affected by all magics and effects as though they were a native of this plane, unable to be dispelled, unsummoned, or the like. The only difference between them and the real thing (Assuming they AREN'T real) is the fact that they dissapear completely when slain. The only one who knows for sure is Dean Priscus, and he refuses to speak on it."

You come through an archway and enter a room a few hundred feet in diameter, with a large dome in the middle. The dome appears to be translucent from your side, but you note when you look through that the opposite(Interior) of the dome looks like an extending forest. Inside the dome, three humans are engaged in a battle against an overly large lion with bird wings and a humanoid face. "This is a second year scenario, the creature they face is a sphinx. You will find that the arena is a very busy place, with students involved in watching, learning, betting, or simply awaiting their turn.
 

Terrance looks about at the Blue Ogres devouring a raw horse and tries to hold down what little of his lunch he was able to eat before the ego match had started before.... Once turning his attention from that he looked for his companions he'd arrived with only to note they were not here in the cafeteria any longer and looked to Keizaan quizzically...

"ummm... I was actually heading to the arena my new red skinned friend?.... May I ask why you've brought me back here to the cafeteria? Terrance askes softly....
 


"Oh!" Cal looks around wide-eyed soaking in every detail that he can see. "I expected something more like back home: a grassy amphitheater with cages to hold the opponents until the time of battle. This is much... more." He grins crookedly at his own provincialism.
 

"Quite spectacular! I am sure that even simply by observing, one could learn new techniques. Does the arena have any limitations? Such as number of opponents or participants? Or the strength of the opponent? I wish my father were here, he would immediately set out and test his mettle against a Dragon!"

Jamien's eyes were gleaming, he now resembled a boy that had just got his first wooden sword - eager, and totally uninterested by anything else. Except Amaya of course.
 

(OOC: Keizaan has dark tan skin....like some African-Americans)

Keizaan shrugs. "I don't know. I thought the others would be here. May as well look for them elsewhere, I suppose. I....don't think I feel especially hungry right now," he says, looking away from the ogres.
 

Into the Woods

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