The Citadel

A tall, castle-like stone building, complete with portcullis. Ivy clings to one rundown corner of the structure, poisonous no doubt. Inside, the gate leads into a vast courtyard, and from there into the entryway. Apprentices' quarters fill one wing, workrooms and utility rooms the other. It is home to the warlocks: humans and witches that had turned to evil.

enters -- saravek, 20:29:08 01/16/04 Fri
A medium height man with unseemly long black hair rushes into the courtyard saying something like "they are after me!". Falling to the ground bleeding from many wounds on his chest under his already blood red robes. He picks himself up and walks to the nearest warlock and asks "where can i find help for my .... wounds" breathing heavily and falls to the ground not seeming to move but still very concious.

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Enters -- Yaara'hin, 18:16:49 02/10/03 Mon
A man enters the courtyard slowly, leaning on his great black ash staff. The staff is engraved with symbols of power and darkness. He has on a heavy black cloak with crimson trim. The trim forms designs and symbols much like those on his staff. He wonders what is to happen to him now that he has chosen the path of a warlock, the oathbreaker. He chuckles lightly at this thought and looks around with his death grey eyes. They seem to glow under the shadow of his hood. His long black hair covers his eyes as he looks down to the ground and trudges on. His staff seems to be eminating darkness, shadows springing out of it like light from a candle. He walks up to the main entrance and gazes at the doors. He chuckles again and lowers his head. He takes a few steps back and sits on the ground, his staff across his lap. Looking into his robes he pulls out a vile of dark red liquid and a black-fether quill. As he opens the vile an acrid odor fills the air around him. He sticks the quill in and begins scribing something on the ground around him, the red substance glowing and eere red.

Race: human
height: 6'3"
weight: 185 lbs.
class: Warlock

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Entrance -- J'hayen, 09:17:25 05/06/02 Mon
A woman enters slowly, her practical set of clothing of a loose blouse and loose stretchy pamts decorating her thin frame. Her sharp blue eyes look about curiously, trying to catch sight of anyone who remained in the citadel. It looked, for the most part, deserted. The womans lips twisted in distaste. There was so much to do, the Witches were regaining power and the creatures of the dark had all but de-populated the Old City and the Lair.

J'Hayen tugs on her thick blonde braid and drops her bags, some of them tinking lightly in the process. She sets her hands lightly on her hips, a gesture of annoyance and a strong attitude. It would not do at all to have only one Warlock, there needed to be more.

"'Allo?" she cries out cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify the yell. While she could have very easily given her voice more gusto with energy, she always did her best to refrain from using any type of manipulation to do something easily attained. J'hayen waits patiently for an answer, her blue eyes constantly searching.

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..greeting...of sorts.. -- Rane, 20:09:53 05/07/02 Tue

..training.. -- Rane, 14:54:33 02/25/02 Mon
"Forgive me my absence," he began, rapping his staff for attention once more. "We shall begin. Gather, sit in circle. Your first task is to raise energy. Nothing large, mind you, but a small amount. Take it from your surroundings, not from yourself or the other Apprentices. Begin," he said, rapping his staff once more.

(ooc: Yes, I play Jaide as well. Anyways, we are instituting Morgan's new system of teaching, where you get an assignment and are 'graded' on it at the end. You may recieve as many as 10 points for this activity, which will be awarded at the end of the task. Do your best, both in actions and posting. When you have recieved 50 points, you become a full Warlock.)

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:entrance: -- Arwen Raina, 14:59:13 01/08/02 Tue
:she strides in carefully, nearly silent. She stands in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity. The shapeshifter was refused training... Would she be, as well? Or is it a policy that they didn't teach... her kind?:
"Excuse me, sir. I have a brief question for you. In this citadel, would it potentially be acceptable for one who isn't completely human, like a vampyre or werewolf, to recieve training? Or are there policies against it? I'm merely curious..."
:her tone seems to imply such, and to discover the answer was her intent, but to reveal any other information before a reply was given would be against her policies...:

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whoops... font fix (NT) -- her player, 15:28:32 01/08/02 Tue
..policies.. -- Rane, 21:57:27 01/15/02 Tue

:consider: -- Arwen, 14:01:38 01/16/02 Wed
:consider: (ooc - ignore first copy of this msg) -- Arwen, 14:03:00 01/16/02 Wed

..laugh.. -- Rane, 14:18:31 01/16/02 Wed

..Begin.. -- Rane, 20:55:21 01/06/02 Sun
"Let's begin," he began, calling for attention with another rap of the dragon-adorned dagger. "Rules: Do as I say. You're welcome in the White District or Blue District, but if you're in trouble I will send none to help. No experimentation. I will not accept having to solve the problems you cause by experimenting on your own. You do nothing unless in my presence or I directly say so." He smiles pleasantly, but any can see his voice reflects nothing but coldness and perhaps a touch of arrogance. "With that aside, I'll take a moment to explain how this all works. We work together, in Circle, to get anything done. No warlock individually has the power to vanquish anything, except perhaps an apprentice." Slight laugh is applied at this, the only humor in his words thus far. "Strength is in numbers. Given our alignment, we have less to fear from creatures of the night as those accursed witches," he said, spitting at their mention, "but we are still tasty prey for anything that feeds. We are human, we have blood, and we are fair game. Be careful," he warned. "With practice you each will be able to call power, so you may accomplish things on your own. For now, gather 'round," he instructed.

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moves closer -- Nearah, 21:10:06 01/06/02 Sun
.:Does as so instructed:. -- Surin, 18:23:11 01/07/02 Mon
~offer~ -- Blaise, 19:08:12 01/07/02 Mon

..pathetic.. -- Rane, 21:53:16 01/07/02 Mon

<><><> -- Blaise, 22:44:27 01/07/02 Mon

..consideration.. -- Rane, 10:52:00 01/08/02 Tue

>>> -- Nearah, 17:48:32 01/08/02 Tue

0000 -- Blaise, 16:12:38 01/18/02 Fri

Listens -- Raykar, 10:14:58 01/08/02 Tue

+Tiger enters+ -- Blaise, 22:38:57 01/05/02 Sat
A Tiger enters the citadel her orange eyes look over the people in the room, spotting Nearah Blaise makes her way towards her and sits herself beside the young womans legs. Blaises' orange eyes look up at the grey eyed woman and purrs softly for a moment, she then turns her eyes to the others in the room.

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>>> -- Nearah, 10:28:53 01/06/02 Sun

<<<>>> -- Nearah, 19:07:44 01/03/02 Thu
While she waits for instructions she wraps her black hooded cloak around herself and stares at the wall infront of her, a faraway look showing in her grey eyes. Occasionally she would snap out of it and glance at the other occupants of the room.

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..greetings.. -- Rane, 11:01:41 01/02/02 Wed
He enters the citadel, bypassing the accustomed guards with ease, stepping into the Hall. He raps his dagger hilt on the table for attention, looking over the assembled apprentices. "I am Rane," he begins, meeting each set of eyes in turn with his baleful stare before continuing. "I run this citadel. You obey my...instructions...or you die," he said, emphasizing 'instructions' in a manner that would better suggest 'orders'. "You are apprentices. You will earn the rank of Warlock by your skills alone. I play no favorites, and I show no mercy. Those who displease me will be disposed of, either by myself, personally, or perhaps by better means... such as witchbait, or perhaps fresh blood for the creature in the Crypt. Am I clear?" he asks, tone conveying that he was finished speaking, whether or not they understood, and that they better ask no questions.

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>>> -- Nearah, 13:40:41 01/02/02 Wed
He looks up, observing the leader -- Surin, 19:19:53 01/02/02 Wed

..unwise.. -- Rane, 22:06:02 01/02/02 Wed

::Shurgs:: -- Surin, 07:47:51 01/03/02 Thu

..laugh.. -- Rane, 10:48:26 01/03/02 Thu

Rolls his eyes -- Surin, 08:07:11 01/04/02 Fri

Enters -- Nearah, 06:08:47 01/01/02 Tue
Name: Nearah (pronounce neer-ah)
Age: 16
Human
appearance: white blonde hair and grey eyes, about 5'7. Her hair just falls past her shoulder blades but is usually worn half up in a braid.
Personality: Intelligent, maybe a tad arrogant, serious but isn't cold to everyones humor, ofcoarse she is evil and enjoys hurting others anyway she can unless are liked by her (typical evil chick I guess (:)

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Re: Enters -- Nearah, 06:11:52 01/01/02 Tue

He approaches her, pale blue orbs shimmering darkly -- Surin, 08:05:49 01/01/02 Tue

<><><> -- Nearah, 16:12:36 01/01/02 Tue

He stands silently, as though he does not acknowledge she has spoken -- Surin, 08:19:02 01/02/02 Wed

......> -- Nearah, 13:57:22 01/02/02 Wed

Smiles wryly, orbs continuing to flicker -- Surin, 19:23:35 01/02/02 Wed

Orbs Azules -- Rosamalia, 14:34:08 04/24/03 Thu

Entrance -- Raykar, 10:56:34 12/31/01 Mon
Name: Raykar
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Appearance: Well kept blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Big man, but definitely not stupid.
Attitude: Violent. Feels that weak people should die. Not very nice and quick to anger.

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He enters and looks around, -- Surin, 06:53:45 12/31/01 Mon
blue eyes peering out from underneath his mess of white hair and behind his cold front.

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