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Mister Doctor

Mister Doctor

 

Rasalhaguetoken_2(1).png.0d7a3a7a8302939cde4f728fd47da281.png - Character Sheet

checked-shield.svgKAC: 18 Fort: +9 Ref: +8 Will: +3
health-normal.svg HP: 20/20 Hero: 0/3 | awareness.svg Perception: +3

Ras stared at the candle. It felt... well 'perfect' was not exactly the right word. Ot had called this a 'conversation' but Ras did not know how much he trusted that. This was supposed to be one of the premier magical schools on the planet. It could not just be an honest conversation, could it?

Looking to his left he saw Adalet breaking out some simple supplies that studiously followed Ot's instructions. To his right, he could hear the little doll and the serpent woman both politely declining. Those two had taken the lead on the snake and shown just why they were here.

Getting up, Ras walked a few paces away from the others. Scaring new classmates would not be a great way to start the semester. Taking a deep breath, he focused inwards, slightly hesitant as he knew what was coming. It started at first with steam, the rain droplets making their way through the branches of the tree sizzling into steam before they hit the ground around him. Then came the fire, wicking out from his chest and over his clothes in a transparent, ghostly conflagration that did not blacken or burn him as it spread. Tongues of unreal flame seemed to lash out in various directions, reaching a frankly alarming distance from him in their desire to push through into reality.

Ras winced, adjusting his posture as the elemental matter that had lodged in his leg the night before sparked to life. He focused on his palm and the guttering flame gained light and color until it looked as though he held the head of a torch in his hand. Carefully, he touched the wick of his candle to that flame and drew it away lit... and a couple of centimeters shorter.

He closed his hand, extinguishing the flame and let out his breath. The nearly real flames licked up towards the sky once more and then vanished. Walking back to his place on the grass with dry clothes and a more pronounced limp, he sat back down as though he had not just been on fire, much less in a profoundly strange and esoteric way. He glanced over at the two who had already declined to try and light their candles.

"Ms. Nyoka, Ms. Szaza- Sazsth- Ms. S, pass me your candles. The teacher did not say you could not have help."

Mister Doctor

Mister Doctor

 

Rasalhaguetoken_2(1).png.0d7a3a7a8302939cde4f728fd47da281.png - Character Sheet

checked-shield.svgKAC: 18 Fort: +9 Ref: +8 Will: +3
health-normal.svg HP: 20/20 Hero: 0/3 | awareness.svg Perception: +3

Ras stared at the candle. It felt... well 'perfect' was not exactly the right word. Ot had called this a 'conversation' but Ras did not know how much he trusted that. This was supposed to be one of the premier magical schools on the planet. It could not just be an honest conversation, could it?

Looking to his left he saw Adalet breaking out some simple supplies that studiously followed Ot's instructions. To his right, he could hear the little doll and the serpent woman both politely declining. Those two had taken the lead on the snake and shown just why they were here.

Getting up, Ras walked a few paces away from the others. Scaring new classmates would not be a great way to start the semester. Taking a deep breath, he focused inwards, slightly hesitant as he knew what was coming. It started at first with steam, the rain droplets making their way through the branches of the tree sizzling into steam before they hit the ground around him. Then came the fire, wicking out from his chest and over his clothes in a transparent, ghostly conflagration that did not blacken or burn him as it spread. Tongues of unreal flame seemed to lash out in various directions, reaching a frankly alarming distance from him.

Ras winced, adjusting his posture as the elemental matter that had lodged in his leg the night before sparked to life. He focused on his palm and the guttering flame gained light and color until it looked as though he held the head of a torch in his hand. Carefully, he touched the wick of his candle to that flame and drew it away lit... and a couple of centimeters shorter.

He closed his hand, extinguishing the flame and let out his breath. The nearly real flames licked up towards the sky once more and then vanished. Walking back to his place on the grass with dry clothes and a more pronounced limp, he sat back down as though he had not just been on fire, much less in a profoundly strange and esoteric way. He glanced over at the two who had already declined to try and light their candles.

"Ms. Nyoka, Ms. Szaza- Sazsth- Ms. S, pass me your candles. The teacher did not say you could not have help."

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