So is the guy going to explain the things...? Or should wandering happen again?
He seems busy. He did say the evening. It's not even the afternoon yet.
"You miserable flesh." Raioyris curses as he leaves.
Raioyris finds the nearest tree and destroys it with a powered Go strike. He then gathers the most staff like particle and travels to the wreaked wind building.
There he enters mediation and gathers the remaining Ni from the wreckage into the staff by absorbing and infusing it into his staff with his Sha Kahigan.
Today I steal wings.
[-] Finding a tree and yanking a branch off is a rather quick endeavor. In fact, you don't even draw the crazed looks you'd get had you randomly attacked trees in other cities.
Gained Wooden StaffYou then learn of the destroyed Wind building, after remembering part of a conversation the Mechanist's guild representative had with another freshman. The appearance of the wreckage is unusual for a building in the architecture of the current age. It has steel ribs protruding at random from the rubble, and looks almost like the gigantic carcass of a giant, presumably flying, fish.
You meditate, enhancing the visibility of rogue Kahigan throughout the area.
[-] Wind Kahigan are notably absent. In fact, there are more Ni's present at the nearby Department of Fire building.
Department of Fire
The Department of Fire is a horseshoe-shaped building with a large pyramidal pyre in the center. Heatwaves rise up out of the smoldering coals, and a pleasant aroma fills the air. Surrounding the pyres are twelve obelisks capped with crystal orbs, and scorch-marks cover the circular marble stylobate around the pyre. The building itself is made of different types of rocks, some gray, others spotted with crystals brought out by the polishing of the stone. Grand pillars hold up a triangular roof, and the building itself is made of single blocks with holes cut out for circular glass windows an armspan wide and reinforced with a cross-shaped iron mesh.
Potted plants fill the space between the pillars and masonry. There are blood-red spires covered in needles (Plenty of Vo), pitch-black bushes with leaves like needles (You spot Ku within the roots), and transparent plants made of a translucent material, soft and malleable in the wind (The Ni are here).
A shrine to the Sky God is clearly visible on a hill to the north. You see the winged figure, his twin eagle wings on the right shoulder, and twin bat wings on the left.
"Oh, I see," she says, taking the offered hand, "I suppose that makes me rather recognizable. Are ah, nonhuman students terribly rare, then?
And so long as I've got you, I was hoping to find my professor to set up classes. Might you know where the Life instructor for first years is hiding?"
She smiles.
"You are looking at one of them!
For Life majors, the department made the decision to split the first-years into two classes. The first would be an introduction to Life magic from a healing and restorative perspective, while the other would focus on altering biology. The latter involves a considerable amount of taxonomy and memorization, which they felt wasn't suitable for a beginner's course, but Dr. Nabul kept pulling rank. He really wanted to teach freshmen, for whatever reason..."Upon seeing the ruins, Christine was taken aback, and a little unsettled, by the sheer amount of force that must have been involved, to twist and dismember steel beams of that size, and to tear up such heavy foundations. After a little bit, she realizes that she's very close to just staring at it, and heads onwards, still a little unsettled.
Go to the Fire Building and look for some sort of administration office.
Walking past an oddly-dressed student with a wooden branch as a staff, you head inside to find a spacious lobby lit by a blown glass chandelier of many colors. Something about it seems... odd, as if it's constantly wriggling. Nearby there are glass tables next to couches and a row of offices built into the right wall. A stairwell leads upstairs and downstairs to where the classrooms themselves are located, and there's a hallway going to the left marked
Furnaces and
Glassworks.
On a glass circle above the secretary's desk, there is a piece of glass hanging from the ceiling from two chains, with bits of moving text dancing around. It currently reads:
Freshman Students: Please choose a class that fits schedule best.
Morning: ARMSTRONG, ZIGFRIED
Afternoon: IMRELI, ISHANKA
Evening: OCTAVIUS, DOM
Night Class: HYATOSGo inside the chapel, further into the larger room. Bask in the beauty of the music.
The music isn't professionally sung, but you can hear their souls being poured into every note.
You enter through the doors at the end of the hall (quietly) to find all thirty singers gathered together in a relatively small chamber. There are more women than men, about 20 to 10, and they are all gathered in a half-circle except for one young woman who doesn't seem to be wearing a Folstag uniform (the insignia is gone). Instead, she wears a black-and-white gown and holds a shepherd's staff in one hand, using the other to turn pages on a book at a podium in front of her.
They're singing a hymn:
...Thou art their rock, their hope,
The holy light from which salvation springs,
The King of Glory...The song starts to wind down as people glance your way. They probably (and understandably) don't recognize you.
Interesting. Good thing pompous writing is the nobility's favorite past time.
Read about the basic's on how to cast spells.
You hear a commotion behind some bookcases.
A young man shouts "That's absurd! The peasants would have no suffrage under such a plan!"
"As if they're anything but political cogs to you!" ripostes a much older man, sounding high-pitched yet brusque.
"Is that an attempt at an insult? Like you'd ever care!"
"Not my country!"
You were about to open a book called "How to Cast a Spell," when all of a sudden you can't read. It's pitch black. Inside the library, that is.
It's so dark you can't even see your hand in front of your face.
The two pinheads arguing seem to be shuffling about. Perhaps one of them tripped. Or fighting, perhaps?
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