A large notice is placed both on the magthere noticeboard and even more noticeably on the door to the academy itself.


Attention!

As the magthere's records are finding to be rather out of date I request that all current and prospective members contact myself with your name and current rank. Any that do not do so will be considered without rank until such a time as they complete my request.

Furthermore once I am able to compile a list of our current ranks I will be looking in on each of you to verify your skill. I strongly suggest that all be in their top condition so as to not disapoint.


-Ul'Saruk Zeketh'ryn.

As always the notice is stamped with the circular symbol of eight crossed blades.


//No rush, just trying to get an idea of everything so I can create a new up to date "Magthere" topic at some point.

She reads the message slowly for the second time, pondering each verse to try and find hidden meaning between the words, as she usually does. Ul'saruk's writing appeared to be a simple message to her, but the fact that he openly mentions disorder in the archives caught her interest.

'Perhaps now the Magthere will become a much more interesting place for one such as myself,' she thought, while tidying up her uniform and walking inside the academy. 'Let's see if we finally get to be tested. I can't wait to show them how a real ilythiiri warrior looks like."

She knocked on the office door and entered, saluted to the jaluk sitting behind the desk. 'Sargtlin Zarae Shurtana, of house Vandree. Reporting for duty, Ul'Saruk.'

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Mark it zero!

//Awesome, I will be sure to get in contact with you in game.

Written in red ink a new message was added next to the original poster. The addendum was carefully written by the Official Headmaster of Administrative Affairs, Registry and Secretary. A spasm in the hand of the scribe, whilst he set himself on producing the note his Ul'saruk had dictated to him just an instant before, shook up the level of clarity his scribings usually contain. The nervous headmaster remained utterly quiet for the first time ever and dared not even to utter the everlasting sigh he normally so possesses.



The note is signed by

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Alaund reads both the messages and scratches his long wild hair confused.

"How very interesting for this Jaluk to claim to be the Ul'saruk without even challenging for the position."

He mutters to himself. With a sigh he waves the notice away figuring he will do this task when the Jaluk actually gets the position of Ul'saruk.

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I Play.....
Zeo, Great Kobold Sorcerer
Taal Datton, Half-Elven Ranger of Mielikki
Redelin Flintfar goodly cleric of Moradin.
Alaund Lolarox, enigmatic Weapon Master.

...on Amia

Lo'milmar's response seems to go virtually unnoticed or perhaps uncared for as the only action seems to be that new notices replace Zeketh'ryn's old ones whenever they become worn.

However after a few cycles a response is eventually posted reading simply
Lo'milmar, feel free to come and speak with me. However I do naut have the time to try an fit myself into the schedule of a former Ul'Saruk.

Alaund reads the posts with a sigh. He goes and writes a brief letter to the Ul'saruk and leaves it on his desk in the magthere.

// PM sent.

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I Play.....
Zeo, Great Kobold Sorcerer
Taal Datton, Half-Elven Ranger of Mielikki
Redelin Flintfar goodly cleric of Moradin.
Alaund Lolarox, enigmatic Weapon Master.

...on Amia