April Event and Intro Log

[magicademymods]

April Event and Intro Log Plants Off The Path Green grass and radiant flower gardens bracket all the major walks on campus, and fragrant scents fill the air all around. Note the key words "major walks" there. Move off the common paths and onto 'shortcuts' or less frequented areas of the vast campus and things are quite different. Here, the plants grow just as experience with this chaotic and often dangerous school would lead you to expect. Broad-leafed stalks stretch upwards, petals unfolding to reveal long jets of fire instead of a sensible stamen. Bushes have large toothy mouths, and viciously swallow anyone who comes near (though they are still just bushes, and the victims end up on the their other side just a few scratches worse for wear). A tree grows quills instead of needles; another sprouts paper airplanes instead of leaves. An extremely aggressive pitcher-plant wanders the pathways, mugging students at knifepoint. It's a jungle out there. Bullies, Of Course Surely a Magicademy, with many students already adults and with such an emphasis on learning and control, wouldn't have those who used their magic for such petty ends as making others suffer? Uh-huh. A pack of bullies with more spell experience than wisdom has banded together to take delight in the suffering of others. They overtly pick on the small, the meek, and those with less magical skill; they torment the larger, the bold, and the powerful in secret. Worse, they are the clever sorts of bullies, who go out of their way not to get caught and not to do anything that can't be played off or explained away. Maybe you attracted their attention by looking weak enough to pick on. Or strong enough to need to be taken down a notch. Or weird enough that you were the Other and thus lesser. Or pretty/handsome enough that you needed to look less attractive so they would look more so. They are pretty good at justifying picking on anyone, really. Are they pestering you by magical tripping or property destruction? Playing keep-away with your class books? Better be careful how you respond; their fathers might hear about it. Wind At The Docks (aka The Prompt Where You Don't Get Mugged) The winds of spring bring something of a dark pastime to Anastara -- dockwatching. Aware that a sudden blast of air can rip across the island at a moment's notice, crowds gather at the docks with the air of those expecting spectacle. All too often, they are rewarded -- in the wake of a sudden wind, airships list violently, or bump into each other, or desperately pull sails and power up their flotation cores to avoid a worse collision. Curses fly through the air, and sometimes even spells. With luck, the audience might even see a pair of vessels engage in an all-out air duel, as two captains driven by pride or vengeance refuse to back down. Now, to their credit, the assembled people aren't heartless. If a ship truly looks to be in trouble, or if it's smashed to the ground or into a dock, the people of Anastara don't hesitate to help those on board to safety or ensure that they don't go down with their ship. But mostly it's watching the chaos. It IS quite a show... Research On the Sundered With the arrival of the Sundered come those wizards engaged in research on their presence here, now set to investigate what brought them here and how to get them home. All newly-arrived Sundered students are asked to meet with representatives of the research team, to introduce themselves and relate what they will of their homes. In addition, the team requests samples of blood, hair, and skin -- carefully magically collected, and the researchers will sign in the presence of the Sundered a Glyphed contract that forbids them from using the samples for a purpose they know will be harmful. (They quite understand your reasons to be suspicious of this collection! And they will not compel anyone who refuses even given these conditions.) This month, the team has developed a Sundering Glyph designed to detect any influence of the magic on you. Painted on your arm, it will shine with a bright light when a Sundering effect attempts to influence you. They explain that they believe the Sundered are still subject to either the spell that brought them here or new ones, because they have detected remnants of Sundering magic in the wake of students who have mysteriously disappeared. They ask only that you report back when it lights up. Problem: when the Glyph erupts, either because of the Glyph itself or the spell it has detected... those who bear it find themselves no longer where they started. Perhaps they find themselves in a classroom late at night. Or the wrong dormitory. Or in the Great Hall in their nightshirt. Or for the utterly lowbrow amongst you, a restroom occupied by the wrong gender. Whatever the case: sorry. Wonders Await Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. Have fun! A Special Note If you thread out one or more scenes based on the confusion from "Research on the Sundered", respond to the comment on this post with a link to that thread. The results of this will be revealed next month! (It is some sort of regain this month!)

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[woo_oo]

She's yet to let go, by the way.

"It was more of an eastern dragon, and you appear to have the traditional appearance of a western one. But I guess since we're from different worlds, east and west can mean completely different things too."

[holdyourhorns]

Which veers things right back into odd now. Spyro would like his claw back and pulls back with the full intention for that to happen.

And if he does, he moves it to his chin in thought. "Eastern and western dragons huh? No, it doesn't mean much to me. I've tangled with a couple of so-called dragons before that also flew and breathed fire... but they also had these long bodies without legs or wings that regenerated for as long as the head was still intact."

[woo_oo]

Thankfully, she allows him to pull his "hand" back.

"Sounds like a hydra, maybe even a gorgon, or a hybrid of them altogether. Are they with you here?" Because dang, that would be cool.

[holdyourhorns]

"They were... bad... rampaging creatures, you know? So I destroyed them."

Spyro certainly isn't aware of whether or not the twin monsters were native to that area of the Forgotten Realms or merely constructs of the Sorceress's magic.

"I'd sooner bring my best buddy here than some random monster anyway if I had the choice."

[woo_oo]

"Well, I don't think we have much of a choice about anything here." An off-hand shrug. "So! It's just you? That's fine!"

Cue sudden dramatic finger point! "You are now the representative of your world!"

[holdyourhorns]

"Looks that way," he says while settling back onto his haunches. "No pressure, am I right?"

[woo_oo]

"Hey, you just saved a young lady from the clutches of evil." Granted, she could have saved herself, and it was just pesky boys, but still. "I think that's a really good first impression!"

[holdyourhorns]

"Maybe if there's a next time, I'll get some kind of reward then." responds the dragon, clearly accepting the generous compliment and likely just joking around.

"What's your name anyway?"

[woo_oo]

"I'm Webby Vanderquack!" Stated proudly with her hands on her hips. "And me and my friends represent Earth! ... Primarily Duckburg."

[holdyourhorns]

He can tell. The ducks would be nowhere near out of place within the extremely diverse sets of worlds he's seen.

"I came from the Dragon Realms. Plenty of castles, rolling green fields, and dragons of course."

Minus the harsh tar pit covered deserts and ominous mucky swamps. She might like those and the mind screw Dream Weaver worlds.

[woo_oo]

let's be real, she absolutely would.

"Maybe some day we can visit each other's worlds! Wouldn't that be great?" She thinks it would be amazing.

[holdyourhorns]

"Sure, I think I'd like that too."

Because what's one more promise to visit friends in their home worlds once in a while?