Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-5543592-20141115220542

As the group talked, the big Dwarven gates at the entrance of the yard swung open. A roughly thirty year old Breton man, clad in the college outfit, pushing the gates apart. Two people entered behind him.

One was boy,  His body was toned, but thin, as if he hadn't had a fufilling meal in a long time. His hands were stuck in a tightly tied cloth sack and his mouth was gagged. His bright blue eyes displayed frustration and irritation with his current predicament. They also had that look that said, "I've seen things you wouldn't believe."

The other was an older, tall Nordic man, and he had one hand firmly on the youth's forearm, as if escorting a prisoner. His hair was a dark shade of gray, although their were some speckles of black left in it. He wore the gold-lined armor of the Legion's greatest commanders (General Tullius' armor). His face was kindly, and there were wrinkles around his eyes from repeated smiling.

As they entered the older man leaned to whisper some words into the boy's ear. As he spoke the boy's eyes widened and he nodded.

The man straightened his back again and said one word. He removed the sack from the boy's hands and the gag from his mouth.

The trio approached the benches. The boy went to sit down, plopping into the nearest seat, which was to Riona's immediate right.

The man moved to the podium. Battlemage Lara had stepped back. The Breton man stood at Weltrod's right.

"I'm General Weltrod." The older man announced. "Welcome to Reachwind Eyrie Academy." He displayed the tower with an extended arm.

"Here you will gain all the strategical, combat, intellectual, and magical skills you will need to become a successful officer or Battle-Mage.  By coming here, you have accepted certain conditions."

This is not the Arcane University. We do not devote long hours to the study of ancient technologies and books. Nor do we gaze at the stars looking for answers. Here you will learn the life and talents of a battle-mage. Thus, you should know you will be going on missions that may put your health at some risk. And while you will learn magic, it will be combat oriented. You are here to learn how to fight, and fight smart. By becoming a battle-mage of Tamriel, you will recieve certain privledges. You will be given access to places others cannot go. You will have authority above the law. You must not abuse these rights. By becoming a battle-mage, you must understand you are a soldier, and thus you enforce the law, not break it."  Weltrod looked around at his students.

"Am I clear?  Any questions?"