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Post by Dewy Alexander on May 27, 2007 15:53:47 GMT -5
Dewy was in his home in the tower, he bought a home there for no apparent reason. He didn't like taking a chance of living near the Evil side, so he stationed himself in a home in the tower. He also lived there, hoping one day someone would come to his room, requesting he be their mentor. It probably wouldn't ever happen, but it may, he was sure one day it would. Though, his hopes were up often, but he hoped this wouldn't be one of the times. Dewy wanted an apprentice, he could teach them a lot, he decided. And, he could.
Dewy sat on his old bed made of rotting oak. He didn't care that the wood was old, just having a home made him happy. Daily Dewy would practice spells, and he did it frequently throughout the day. Seldomly did he ever attempt a powerful spell he didn't know if he could take, but occasionally he would. He relaxed on the old oakbed. I think I'll explore the tower for a while later today, he thought. Besides, he was a man who just reached manhood not to long ago, but he rarely left his room!
The mage didn't get up, just lay on his bed. He decided he would go when he felt into it, and right now, he only wanted sleep, nothing else mattered--nothing else would matter, he decided. Dewy is rather lazy until he is up and moving. If he was up and exploring the castle he wouldn't be lazy, but keeping himself locked into an old room he is lazy.
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Post by Raistlin Majere on May 29, 2007 17:20:38 GMT -5
Atticus walked slowly down the corridor, his feet softly tapping upon the marble floor of the tower. He clenched the note nervously in his palm, re-reading it over and over again to make sure he got it right. Corridor 10, Room 15000. What an odd room number. He passed hundreds of rooms, but kept his mind focused only at the task ahead. Room 14997, Room 14998, Room 14999, Room 15000. He stopped abruptly and stood at the doorway, thinking over what he was going to say.
The conclave had assigned him a master, a man by the name of Dewy Alexander, after so many masters before had turned him down. The masters before Dewy would often say, "No, I cannot accept this student. He is far too dangerous," or, "No, of course not." Why did everyone think he was so dangerous? Well, he supposed it had something to do with his grandfather, who had died 10 years ago. His grandfather was a dangerous man, and had a harsh personality. Surely that had to be the reason.
He had thought over what to say ever since he recieved the summonce a day ago. He would introduce himself as Atticus, of course, but after that it would all come with fate. This master probably wouldn't even accept him. Atticus had a very short attention span, and had trouble memorizing and concentrating. This was one of the reasons he repeated the message to himself multiple times. He might lose his concentration and stutter, or make one inappropriate remark and end up masterless once more. He was quite powerful, and the smartest in his previous class, but no master wanted a student who couldn't clear his mind to think.
Then, slowly, he reached up his small fist and knocked twice on the door. Gulping, he waited for fate to lead him to sucess, or to take a turn for the worse.
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Post by Dewy Alexander on May 29, 2007 19:25:04 GMT -5
OoC: || Yay. Dewy's happishly now. He'll have an apprentice. W00t for Dewy.
ic| Dewy heard a knock. Impossible. My room is enchanted, it would take a mage to see it. He chuckled slowly, then remember it was a mage tower, so obviously the knock came from a mage. Should he acknowledge it? Was it one of those hard-core mage's threatening him? Nay, he decided it wouldn't be.
He went to the door, and saw a mage. "Yes, mage, I assume, able to see my enchanted room," he said a bit annoyed. "I am Dewy Alexander, master mage. And you, are?" He stated gently. Someone probably from the head. Requesting I do something or go attack the Evil side; all they ever ask of me other than rudely speak to me, he thought annoyed and frustrated.
Then, he considered maybe he was his apprentice, or soon-to-be apprentice, that is. Slowly, he nodded to his bed. "Old, but it'll do: Provided you tell me why you are here, Sir," Dewy said. He often called people 'sir' to ensure they didn't have a rank higher than him to be safe.
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Post by Raistlin Majere on May 29, 2007 19:53:14 GMT -5
Atticus studied the man who answered the door intently. He appeared not much older than himself, and seemed like any other ordinary mage. "Greetings, Master Dewy." He bowed to the man, keeping his head bowed as was proper when speaking with a mage of higher ranking. "My name is Atticus Dhiren. I was sent by the conclave, to become your apprentice if you will allow it." He kept his gaze averted to the floor beneath him. Then he looked up and handed Dewy the note that had been clenched so tightly in his palm. The note read: Dear Dewy Alexander,
Atticus Dhiren has just recently passed his test 1 month ago. He has been searching for a master for 1 month, and has been declined thus far. If you would be so kind as to take him into apprenticeship, then his wish shall be granted.
Sincerely,
Par-Salian, leader of the conclave Once the note had been handed over, Atticus turned his gaze once more to the floor, folding his hands into the sleeves of his robes. Then he waited for the Master's answer.
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Post by Dewy Alexander on May 30, 2007 6:27:37 GMT -5
Dewy took the note and observantly read it. Seemed real. He did always want an apprentice... but, he wasn't sure if this mage was right for him. Slowly and regretfully he nodded. "You will begin later this evening. Meet me in Coridor 8, Room 5500 in a couple of hours. Its a training room few know of, simply because my room is to old and useless." He smiled. "If you notice I appear old by my hair, I'm around your age honestly,"
The idea of having an apprentice was wonderful. He had always wanted an apprentice--this made must've had great power for so many to reject him. "Ah, yes," he said, mumbling a spell as his staff came to him, "I suggest you come prepared. If you think you may thirst, bring a waterskin. If you get hungry--to bad, you'll have to wait," he mused.
OoC: Sorry for the shortness.
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Post by Raistlin Majere on May 30, 2007 6:39:47 GMT -5
Atticus listened intently to everything the master told him, and nodded his head once he had finished. "Yes, Master. At what hour do you wish to expect me?" He was excited. This would be the first time he had ever trained with a master, other than his own grandfather when he was younger. Because of the excitement welling up within him, he lifted his head for a brief moment, and then instantly lowered it again once he remembered the proper etiquette when conversing with one of higher stature.
He would bring a waterskin, he had always kept a few hidden away inside his room, and of course he would bring his staff, but that was all he owned that would help him during his training. Perhaps I can bring my spellbooks, they may be of help. He thought. Spellbooks were always good to have around, and it seemed only sensible to bring one or two. The Master may request that he use a spell straight from his book.
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Post by Dewy Alexander on May 30, 2007 18:31:53 GMT -5
The apprentice seemed excited. But, now, he would be referred as 'Apprentice Mage' or 'Apprentice' from now on. "Lad, you are referred as 'Apprentice' now by me--got it?" He inquired gently. He laughed as the Apprentice asked of which hour. "The hour doesn't matter. An hour, when the sun is a quarter covered," he mused. This would be interesting for sure.
Dewy exaimed the Apprentice. "Be sure to bring you staff if you own one, if not, buy one before I Advance you out of Apprenticeship. Also, if you own spellbooks, bring them, they may help. I will not tell you the spell in the Language of Magic, just the words in English, you must do that, which hopefully you'll know some," he smiled uncertainly. "I'll have my books, too, so I'll know if you are right or wrong for a fact,"
He decided he would tell him his rules. "I will tell you my rules to success in Apprenticeship with me, your new master," he said. "Firstly, address me as Master Dewy or Master, which you're beginning to already--good job," he explained. "Secondly, I expect you to be patient and attentive. If I say a spell or the origin or something, I suggest you pay great attention. When the battle part comes of your Apprenticeship, you will have to know certain things to win against your oppenent," he paused. "Thirdly, you must not embarress me in front of other master-mages. If you do, I will drop you as quick as I can lift a finger; and, I will see to it you never get out of Apprenticeship; nor obtain a new master,"
"My other rules are simple--excluding this one. Lastly, I expect behavoir. Bow to me when you enter and depart, and be plain on respectful, Apprentice,"
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Post by Raistlin Majere on May 31, 2007 16:43:25 GMT -5
Atticus bowed, showing respect, and kept his face toward the ground. "Yes, Master. I will obey. I'm sure I will be able to memorize these rules." He bowed once more before speaking again. "I will return in a few hours." He turned to leave, taking slow steps just in case his Master wished to speak to him once more before he left. This would be an interesting day. He had never trained with anyone else's aid, and this was sure to be interesting. Hopefully I won't stutter or forget my spells. If I do, Master is sure to scold me. He sure does seem strict. Atticus had never been around anyone so strict in his life. His older brothers were lazy layabouts, and never cared what he did or said. His grandfather had died when Atticus was young, and his father was never home. He hadn't heard word from his family in over a year, ever since he left home to travel to the tower to take his test. Perhaps I'll send them a message; tell them how it's going. I'm sure they'll understand why I left. He thought to himself as he walked slowly away.
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Post by Dewy Alexander on Jun 3, 2007 8:18:42 GMT -5
Dewy nodded satisfied. Slowly and regretfully, he hopped onto his bed and went to sleep. He was awfully tired. Very, very tired.
OoC: Sorry, I just figured I'd give you a little something to reply to. Sorry for the illiteracy of that post.
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Post by Raistlin Majere on Jun 4, 2007 20:34:03 GMT -5
Atticus walked slowly and hesitantly down the corridor. He had been walking down this very same corridor only a few hours before. Room 14997, Room 14998, and Room 14999 flew by as he hastily made his way toward his destination, Room 15000, where his Master would be waiting for him. Once he arrived, he paused, went over the formal introductions in his head, and reluctantly knocked on the door.
He had brought with him two spellbooks, which were tucked neatly underneath his white-robed arm, and his staff, which was held steadily in his opposite hand. Atticus had chosen his two favorite, and more elaborate, spellbooks, in case his Master prefered for him to read straight from the book to work on pronounciation. His staff may also come in handy during training.
Inside, Atticus felt wonderful. The masters before had rejected him, either because of his immense power or errors when memorizing he had no idea. Perhaps Dewy would stick with him, and actually teach him.
Atticus waited patiently for his Master's answer to the knock. His hands were sticky with nervous sweat, and his eyes flickered anxiously up and down the corridor. Why am I so nervous? He thought to himself. It's only training. Nothing new.
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Post by Dewy Alexander on Jun 15, 2007 21:44:39 GMT -5
OoC: I'll reply in the morning, sorry.
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Post by Raistlin Majere on Jun 15, 2007 21:45:50 GMT -5
OOC:: Ok, that's all right.
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Post by Dewy Alexander on Jun 16, 2007 6:11:58 GMT -5
Dewy appeared in the corridor and opened the door for the apprentice. "Hello, right on time, not early, not late; I expect that out of you everytime, Apprentice," the mage said as he mumbled a spell and his staff quickly appeared along with one, fifty thousand-pages of spell books. It had the incantations, how to perform them, the origin and the pronounciation. He put his staff and his spellbook down and looked at the apprentice carefully.
"I do things other mages do not do; I do not rush teaching the incantations, you will learn that in about four weeks. Now I am trying to teach you your mental strengths and weaknesses." He paused. "This is important if you are thinking it is not because your oppenent could easily beat you by just attacking you mentally, which, we can't and won't have." Satisfied, he uttered a spell to increase the temperature in the room to make it very, very, hot!
Dewy began to cross his feet and sit on the floor. "Meditation is one of the mental trainings I shall teach you. You will be roasting in here when we do meditation, it's for a purpose, I know, though I'm not fully sure what the purpose is, but I know it works, so don't question me about that," he said confidently then he finished his speech. "Also, you are going to fast for me. I will be teaching you your mental strengths and weaknesses every other day for about four weeks. During the every other day-pattern, when I am not teaching you mental abilities I will be teaching you physical, then magic itself when the four weeks are over."
"Questions?" He shrugged. "Aye? Nay?"
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Post by Raistlin Majere on Jun 16, 2007 12:06:55 GMT -5
Atticus listened intently, taking in everything he could. Most of what his master was saying to him made sense, but he wasn't quite sure about the warm temperature of the room. He neglected the thought, though, and lowered his head in respect. "I understand, Master. Shall we begin meditation now?" He asked, gripping his spell books more tightly. He wouldn't be needing them today, it seemed. "If I may ask, where shall I lay my spell books until meditation is finished?" He added, head still lowered. It was how he was taught to honor mages of higher rank, and he intended to show as much respect to his master as possible, or Dewy may turn him away like every other master he had been assigned.
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Post by Dewy Alexander on Jun 17, 2007 17:14:30 GMT -5
He nodded and positioned himeself to begin meditating when the apprentice made an inquiry. "In front of the door, Apprentice," he said lightly. "Don't worry, if you are showing so much respect so I will not deapprentice you I won't, unless you conjure something evil or bad, then I'll arrange your death; but lets not worry about that now, Apprentice, lets begin," he said, inclining a nod.
The temperature began to rise immediately and intensely. He happily began to hum a meditation hum.
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