Drazhan scrambles up the tree, but takes note of the purple pox and decides he does not wish to close that distance. Instead, he throws some acid at the creature.
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Drazhan is smart about a lot of different subjects, but interacting with people is not one of them. Letting Anabel take the lead, he approaches her after she gathers the information and remarks "You are quite skilled with conversation. People listen to you." Answering Bahili, he notes "These bones do not seem lucky."
"Let us determine the degree of difficulty after accomplishing the first task. Should it be trivial and time is on our side, we continue as a group. If the degree of difficulty is higher than expected or if the length of time it takes to accomplish the task causes too much time to lapse and dusk approaches, then we can consider the possibility of dividing our resources to accomplish the task."
"Very interesting." Drazhan says, rubbing his chin as he listens to Tzeniwe explain their history. "I have never heard of the Anadi before." Tell me, the magus starts, shifting his feet as he explores the topic further. He begins to rapid-fire rattle off questions in an attempt to satiate his curiosity, "is only humanoid forms that you can assume? Is it at will or only limited times and durations? Do all Anadi posses this ability? At what age is it taught?"
Drazhan had not actually thought these creature would go this far with their adoration. Turning to Okapi, he repeats "Oh yes, Great Goddess, what is your command?"
The magus grins as well, "Challenge accepted. Let us feast before your defeat, mmm?"
Drazhan protects their rear on their return trip with the chicks. He thanks Esi for their praise and turns to Firinn when he suggests that they eat now. He asks the smaller man, "Is this a regular meal or another getting-to-know-you-better session?"
Having remained silent and to the rear of the pack as they travel to teh market, the magus speaks to the other human and cups his hand over his mouth and whispers into his ear.
"Well fought." Drazhan agrees, shaking the dwarven man's hand after the fight. Looking down at the blade, he says somberly "It is not a pleasant story. When I was a boy I went to town to fetch supplies. When I returned, I found my family's farm had been razed and my family slaughtered. I found this broken blade in my father's body. I took it and had it reforged anew and carry it as a remembrance of what happened. It took some time, but eventually I found someone to train me on its ways. I have been attempting to master it ever since."
"Agree. May the best man win." Drazhan says, before slowly drawing his blade. Though it's a size of a longsword, it is shaped drastically different. Instead of a single long balde, two serrated blades placed side by side with a small gap between them line the wicked blade. "I'm ready." the magus starts, waiting and watching for the first move from the dwarf. He parries and dodges to the best of his ability taking a few licks, dealing out a few quick strikes accompanied acid or electricity. But when the moment finally arrives, he peeks into teh future and finds the right moment to deliver a menacing blow.
Drazhan watches the dwarf twirl his clubs and evaluates the probability that this man is a greater warrior than himself. Deciding that the odds are in his favor, he responds "I accept your challenge. What are the rules?"
Drazhan had walked slowly on his path back to the dorm, allowing Bahili and Unya to nearly catch up to him. When the fighters call out to him, he frowns "Please.sure." He swallows and purses his lips before responding with the rest of his greeting. "Fresh meat is a rather crude greeting, Haibram. My name is Drazhan." He turns to look back at the two members of his cohort, waiting for their own introduction.
The magus blinks twice while looking at the perturbed catfolk "My observation was not intended to be a criticism of your behavior, it was merely an initial assessment of your vocal mannerisms. I have never called you petulant nor a child. It appears you have sensitivities in this areas that I'm unaware of. Duly noted. If I have offended you by asking the question aloud, I will keep such thoughts to myself from now on." To the group at large he says "My apologies. I assumed we were here to get to know each other better, I will excuse myself from this festivity if my presence is such a burden." Turning to Okapi he adds "Thank you for the invitation. Have a pleasant time." Drazhan scoots back, rises and departs.
Drazhan unknowingly leans forward as he tries to process Unya's speech. "Interesting. Do the Amurrun not possess the ability to properly enunciate with pauses between their words?"
Sipping the refreshing cider, the magus starts by asking "So it would appear from the initial pre-testing that Master Ot delivered to us on our initial gathering that several of your strengths are not with magic. Are any of you skilled with bow or blade?"
Drazhan does not immediately turn when Okapi starts to talk, but she keeps talking and talking so he eventually lowers the scroll to look up at her. "Community building." he repeats, letting the words sink in, thinking about it. Having already gleaned the fact that the group is mostly useless when it comes to their magical knowledge and abilities, it would be good to find out what, if any, skills they actually possess since they would be grouped together. He folds the scroll he was reading back up and places it carefully back on the stack. "I will attend." he says, moving to join Okapi.
Not fussy about his room selection, he lets all of the others in his cohort make their choice and accepts whatever is left over. He states "I am not here to sleep, I am here to learn. I do not intend to spend many hours in here anyway." When he meets Xhokan, he diligently rolls the clay as instructed and nods in response to the stipend. "Thank you." He immediately sets to inspect their selection of scrolls, impressed in the collection!
"We have no magic, ourselves," Drazhan furrows his brow and scratches his forehead, confused about Unya's statement. "Did you just say that you came to a school of magic without actually knowing anything about magic?" He opens his mouth as if he intends to say more, but abruptly closes it and nods "Good to know."
Drazhan sat quietly as the other students walked through the tests. When the dancing stone request is asked, he casts telekinetic projectile and makes a flicking motion to send the rock "dancing" its way from its location until it bumps into Bahili's shin.
Studying the bird, he asks in all seriousness "May I injure or kill the animal to do so?"
Drazhan does not wait for any other students to act and simply does as instructed. He reaches out his hand and mutters a few words, causing a flame to appear within. Extending the flame towards the candle, he attempts to light it. "Trivial." he states once he has finished. "Next?"
“Who are you?”
“What most interests you?”
“What do you consider your greatest strength?”
“What work have you done to bolster those in and around the Magaambya before now?”
“What do you seek at the Magaambya?”
“Once you have attained that which you seek, what goals do you wish to achieve?”
Another figure moves towards the small gathering, but surely he cannot be a student. A large creature wrapped in a too-tightly drawn dark cloak strides purposefully forward with measured steps seeking a dry location. Once he finds some measure of cover, the cloak is removed to reveal a rather large man. Standing nearly six and a half feet tall, the muscle-bound man folds up his cloak and lays it on the ground next to him before running his fingers through his shoulder length brown hair to wrestle any stray raindrops out. His naturally white skin is well tanned, though areas are still visibly sunburned and blistered. Though his lighter skin is not as common here, it's the size of his body that really stands out. It's hard not to take note of the excellent conditioning of his body, his chiseled chest and well-shaped arms both drawing attention of those around him. After setting his pack down, he reaches into and withdraws a well-worn crimson covered book bound with dark leather. After looking among those gathered, he searches for the instructor. Clearing his throat, he says in a deep voice "Shall we begin?" |