Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Saeranadael Crystalthorn
The werewolf pack had grown by a member, a new girl with white hair and eyes. Slender and toned, she was an obvious hunter, but she didn’t have any scars which was unusual for the pack of mongrels. Most of them were here on felonies, all of them were here for crimes against humans. Three of them had death sentences if they left before their rehab was complete. And they took pride in their scars, and tattoos.

She seemed the complete opposite of what a werewolf would be like. She was even like the other females in the group. All of them were in the 6’ - 6’4” range with the women just under that. She was more in the 5’ – 5’1” range. They were work-out like maniacs and hated when M'Kael took a machine in the gym. All of them ate meat, a lot of it. She seemed to be Pescatarian, A fish eater, that ate fruits, vegetables, and nuts.

She ate a chicken once. Bones and all, crushing them between her teeth and sucking the marrow from the bones. During lunch one of the werewolves, Ophelia Darkmane – lead female – took offense at a comment and started to shift into Crinos (which was forbidden by school rules). Her height increased, her body mass, the bones cracking as they realigned.

The new girl simply looked at her, her face shifted enough that her features became harder and her fangs grew out. Fingernails became claws and she moved, lightening face and Darkmane had a new set of wounds spewing blood onto the table and floor.

Crystalthorn was quick, very fast reflexes. Where everyone else was strong and durable, The new girl was lithe, athletic and fast. Probably smarter as well.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gem, Dairie, and Angus

“Huddle up” Angus said as he put his big arms around both girls and pulled them into a tight huddle. “I don’t want that hag to hear what we are saying” Angus explained.

“Good idea” Gem agreed. “And Dairie, is right, whatever we think up, we need to do it quickly, the professor’s memories are being probed.”

“Well, what do we know?” Angus asked.

“I think the captured student, must have been used to kidnap the professor. The dwarf was an asshole during the initiation.” Gem suggested.

“Why he is also being held then?” Angus asked

“My guess… is the Hag renege on whatever promise she made to the dwarf after the professor was captured.” Gem offered

“So, this whole deal is bullshit?” Angus concluded

“Yup. She is going to kill us anyhow” Gem agreed. “I also I think, she is bluffing about killing the professor. He is one of the few people with the code. Maybe the only person. So if she kills him. She is screwed.” Gem added.

“I had not thought of that. But the dwarf is dead, if we do anything” Angus pointed out.

Gem nodded in agreement.

“What resources do we have?” Angus asked “I have that magical axe.”

“I have the following spells; Light, Fire Bolt, Cure Wounds, Animal Friendship, Feather Fall, Identify, Cloud of Daggers, and Invisibility.” Gem offered.

“Invisibility… that might be useful. Can you make me invisible?” Angus asked.

“Sure, but if you attack, you’ll be visible again” Gem pointed out.

“Dairie, what spells do you have?” Angus asked.

 

[Thrillherbryson]

Dairie, Angus, & Gem

"I have healing spells and earth magic." She said clutching her staff. "I can use my earth magic in conjunction with my new familiar. We met during a seminar. I can probably use earth magic to protect them once Angus attacks. Me and Gem could probably heal the professor awake, but I'm not too keen on doing that to give her the code. Do we really want to make a deal with her and help her do anything? Like getting the code to the school? I have a feeling the professor would rather die, not that we'll let him. What do you guys think?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angus, Gem, and Dairie

Everyone nodded at Dairie’s comment about not giving up the code.

“However, I think we have the start of a plan.” Angus said in response to Dairie’s comments on earth magic and healing.

“I think, Gem should make me invisible. I get close to the hag. Gem will ask the hag to release the professor. This is to allow Dairie to wake him up and gain the code. Once a wake, I strike with my axe. I will become visible but it will be too late.”

“The hag’s spells for hold person and eyebite require her to see you. So when you are invisible, you are safe” Gem explained “Also to bestow a curse she does need to touch you”

Angus nodded.

“I will distract her, and cast my Cloud of Daggers at her” Gem offered

“Dairie… is there anything you can do to protect the professor or the dwarf, from the hag’s threat to break their necks?” Angus asked

 

[Thrillherbryson]

Dairie, Angus, & Gem

"Yes. I can create domes of earth around them." I say at the ready.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gem, Dairie, and Angus

“Good Luck, here we go” Gem said as she touched Angus and he vanished.

Gem wanted nothing more than to flee this watery cave as she walked toward the Hag. Her hand slipping to the very small dagger hidden in her bikini bottom near her hip. The Hag’s eyes rippled with darkness, nightmares waiting to kill Gem and her friends. She felt the Hag’s cold, calculating intelligence appraise her.

“You have cast an invisibility spell on your castrated minotaur pet,” she said. “I think that is breaking the rules of our agreement.”

“Ah, we have not agree to your deal yet… And trust me, he is NOT castrated,” Gem said with a grin. As she got within 30 ft of the Hag, she could see the hag’s true form and it was horrifying. She frozen in fear, unable to move closer.

“Do you like my appearance?” The hag asked, gloating over her effect on Gem.

Gem did not know what to do. She glanced over to Dairie, and saw the elf/cow move towards the professor. She needed to keep the hag distracted and engaged. So, she closed her eyes, allowing her to move closer to the hag.

“You look nice. How do you think I look” Gem asked as turned and displayed her very sexy and beautiful body. Beauty drives a sea hag to fits of anger.

“Hideous!” the Hag shrieked.

“Awww don’t be that way… My body, My beautiful gives hope, inspires courage, creates joy. Those are such lovely things” Gem said to irk the sea hag.

“I will ENJOY, defacing your corpse!” The Hag cackled.

Gem grinned, as her action were working. Her eyes were now open, but looking at the swampy ground, not the Hag.

“We have decided to agree to your deal, but with a few conditions” Gem stated. “We’ll need you to awaken the professor. We need to talk to him, to get the code you seek” Gem explained.

The Hag tutted and wagged an admonishing finger. Gem suddenly froze, unable to take another step.

“I never offered to do that!” Shelila stated. Gem fingers were locked around her small dagger’s grip.

“Now, now,” Gem said, unable to move, but still able to speak “You are using a fear spell on me. We never agreed to that. How about you release the professor… and we call this even.”

“I will release the professor. But if he or ANYONE tried to cast a spell. He will DIE” Shelila threatened

“We agree,” said Gem

“I know where your minotaur pet is… I can see his hoof prints in the swamp. If he comes closer, the deal is off.” The Hag added and laughed, and the grass withered around it at the sound. “Your little rescue plan is NOT going to work!” She laughed

The Hag moved closer to Gem. She reached out and stroked her cheek. Her touch sent a cold spike of terror through Gem. She lifted his finger away, and a smoky thread followed. Gem gagged as the fear of drowning filled her. A tear rolled down her cheek.

“OH YES… YOU ARE GOING TO DIE” the Hag laughed

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Arcanum
While Ravyn was looking for her M'Kael’s slut/whore/playmate of the moment.

M'Kael was perusing the darker books in the forbidden section.

The Arcanum was running to find who had set off hidden alarms in the Forbidden section, and the Inquisition was searching the halls of the Facility looking for Ravyn. After all if they couldn’t capture and keep him, they’d take his sister and force his hand. The way they walked was like the Gestapo of the Human world from decades ago. Hard. militant. Unquestioning in their devotion. Blind to Truth.

Dozen's of Arcanum officers moved through the school and it's grounds, all seeking a pale girl with Black Clothing. Constantly being sent to a Vampire was not amusing.

For them anyways, everyone else found it hilarious as shit.

 

[Thrillherbryson]

Dairie, Angus, & Gem

As Dairie moved through the swampy water, she drew closer to the human and dwarf bound and slumped over against the western wall beyond the pool. She could see that the human was an older man, wearing the fine clothing of a professor. That clothing was now covered in blood and dirt. It looked as if someone had beaten him badly.

The younger, stout dwarf had dirty brown hair and a thick brown beard now choked with mud. He wore chainmail vest over a stained brown tunic, baggy pants, and iron-soled boots. He reeks of blood and dirt and grime.

Dairie bound him in vines for good measure.

Dairie could see something going on with the hag and Gem. She heard Gem say “We agree”. A moment later the professor’s eyes opened. He squinted at Daire, and whispered in a low voice.

“Did my wife send you?” The professor was trying to make a joke.

Dairie was about to reply, but the professor added quickly “The code is Juju-kalim.” He added a small wink as he finished telling her what she needed to know.

 

[Wayne_Wilder82]

John Marshall Van Keller and Angela (Part 1)

Having slept off the nearly 18 hour drive, John Marshall Van Keller pulled on his tattered leathers and reached for a half bottle of lager sitting on the nearby travel table in his 73 dodge van. He took a swill into his mouth and poured the dregs into his hands which he lathered over his face and wet back his mop of curly black hair. He felt around the shag carpet for his boots, finding one he slid it on without bother to lace it. He flicked on the interior lights which cast a red hue over the velveteen and heavily muraled interior. He found a pack of cigarettes which he pulled one from the soft back before throwing them nonchalantly back into the rummage that was his home and escape since leaving the army. He felt above his blackish horns and found pulled from his greasy black mop, a pair of smoke coloured aviators which he donned before releasing the chrome latch, sliding the van door open for the first time since arriving. He half stood in the doorway still weary on his feet, and hopped out to the asphalt pavement of the car park. He reached in again and found an old flannel he had worn the day before…(and probably the day before that if he was being honest), but it didn’t smell too bad so he threw it on over his reddish skin and heavily tattooed torso.

“Whoops, don’t want to scare the neighbors just yet” he chuckled as he reached into his trousers and pushed his morning wood stiffened cock into the left side of his leathers before zipping them up and fastening his large silver pentagram buckle.

With the unlit cigarette still clinging to his chapped lips he searched his pockets for his lighter…not finding it, with a sigh, he snapped his fingers and a rather flashy and sulphuric flame parked from his finger tips. He lit the cig and shook his hand to extinguish the flame. He leaned against the front of the van with his shirt blowing open in the breeze and taking long pulls and blowing smoke rings in the shape of skulls into the crisp air. He watched a while as students came and went form the large dormitory and went about other business around the quad. Fucking typical sort…even here. Werefolk, orcs, humans, elves, witches and dwarves….everywhere was the same…big dumb jocks and hopeless nerds , popular bitches and puffed up pretentious twats all self absorbed into their own daily routines of getting overpriced coffees and trying to tell themselves that they’re tortured students while daddy pays the bills.

John Marshall or Van as most people called him, never stayed in any one place too long. He had not taken to the boredom of the battle field …there were times when it was great…a playground of destruction and he was praised for his abilities in that respect. However, the majority of the time was spent on base, constantly waiting for the next call which never came. After a while he began to question the types of missions he was being sent on, the really bloody ones that were , shall we say, questionable should they be brought into public view. Of course, any blowback and we’ll just blame it on the guy with the pointy tail! Fucking sheep, always following and never seeing things for what was what. Not me…I aint the fucking one. Boning the commanders daughter would have been bad enough to probably ensure his leaving at the end of his first tour…but bedding his wife at the same time would pretty much seal the deal.

“Ha ha , the look on his face.” Van laughed to himself…ah but now he was here. But might as well make the most out of returning to his law studies, plenty of pussy to go round, and more depending on the mood he was in…assuming he could find anything interesting to fuck in the shithole. "Theres got to be some benefit of being the bastard son of a crossroads demon right?"

Suddenly he heard the side door near the fire escape slam shut. “Oh, hello…what do we have here? Hold the fucking phone ladies and gents, we may have a contender.” He said opening the side door to the van. He quickly reached into one of the 12 mostly unused ashtrays where he kept his jewellery and started donning them and then cupping his hand over his mouth to test his breath, began frantically looking for some mouthwash or something , but not wanting to take his eyes off of her for too long…”That satin black hair! That creamy body!…this place may not be so very dreary after all” he said to himself as he watched her kick the metal door in frustration. He couldn’t quite make out what she was saying but anyone prone unleashing that kind of fury while dressed like that has to be worth getting to know more intimately. She was storming this way.

He grabbed this hollow_body axe from the wall of the van where it hung with his other instruments and weapons. He slung the strap over one shoulder and threw it over his knee leaning kicking one heel against the front bumper, He quickly tuned the guitar and played softly as she raged down the footpath. He searched his mind for the melodies gifted to him, and began to play softly. He watched as she approached. Her leather skirt was riding up with each menacing step. She was still muttering to herself about “souls” and some other bitch? I dunno, not my fucking concern, he thought as he watched her soft tits try and hold on for dear life as they clung to the edges of her deep plunging corset. Her long black cloak billowing behind her, he could smell her scent as she trudged past, heals clicking on the sidewalk. But there was something different on the air as well. Blood, and not hers….intriguing…”more to you than meets the eye…you’ve got ….secrets!” he said in his mind with a sly smile.

 

[Wayne_Wilder82]

John Marshall Van Keller and Angela (Part 2)

She was about ten steps beyond him when he cast his spell. His eyes flashed in a pool of colour, before settling in a warm yellow colour with catlike pupils. He sang softly to himself, hissing the S’s through pointed teeth and softly moaning vowels…his sharpened nails picking and sliding along the bronze and steel strings. He mentally turns the radio dial on the dash…the stereo comes to life and fills in behind him as he continues to sing…

”Across you I bend ; you smile as I sip; it drains you to white; so come in my arms”… She stops in her tracks…. “Gotcha”

She wasn’t sure what made her climb into his van. Although the aptly “Hot Box” was certainly comfortable. She sat back propped up on her elbows, sitting on the oversized velvet seat as she watched and listened to him play. He lit a fat joint and they passed it back and forth. In a haze she looked around at the murals and items which decorated this rolling homage to 80’s metal. Demons riding hells hounds and blood splayed angels with perky breasts and scenes of anguish. The smell of burning incense and that hog leg of a spliff was enough to bring anyone down a peg. The anger she had felt with the privileged goth princess back at the dormitory had faded in a matter of moments and truthfully she wasn’t sure how long it had been since she climbed in. They talked for hours and it got warmer as they did. He seemed to radiate heat. She had long since ditched her cloak, and her boots. She ran her feet through the thick shag and wondered what his half demon blood would taste like. She soon would find out.

After what seemed like an eternity he set aside his instrument and moved over to her on his knees. He removed his flannel shirt as she leaned forward and kissed him. Brimstone and cinnamon she sucked his bottom lip, biting it sharply until she could taste his life source. Somewhat shocked that he didn’t even wince at the love bite and he looked lustfully into her eyes as she licked the red blood from her teeth. His body was lean and amazing, tattoos of ancient chants and rituals that looked like something she had seen in an ancient text. Long dead languages and wardings from forgotten times. She reached down and gently twisted his two thick barbell nipple piercings. He spread her knees and ran his hands up the sides of her legs, rolling her skirt up to her waist. She was clean shaven and wearing no panties. He stared at her soft plump pussy , sticky with sweat and anticipation. He wasted little time, first licking with the flat of his tongue the fullness of her lips. Like a vacuum he pulled her slit into his mouth flicking her clit with his forked tongue. She lay back and looked at the mural on the ceiling. Like a demonic Sistine Chapel , she lost herself for what could have been hours in swirling images of naked winged men and women engaged in a myriad of erotic scenes. Before long she could feel her orgasm building. She grabbed his smooth black horns like handlebars and pulled him deeper into her wetness. Moaning and shouting against the heavy metal soundtrack she shouted

“Fuck me now, I want that big crimson cock inside me!”.

He withdrew his face from between her legs, her juices still dripping from his chin and dribbling down his bare chest, mixing with his own sweat. He slowly unclasped his belt as she rubbed her pussy in expectancy. He unzipped his leathers and dropped them to the floor before kicking them off to one side. She watched as his rock hard and veined instrument of desire bobbed and swelled as he shifted his hips from side to side, swinging it in front of her. She also watched as his long red tail snaked up and around his shoulders behind him like something with a mind of its own. Girthy in its own right she found herself wondering what role that might play as well. She smiled at the thought, biting her own lip, her fangs now prominent and thirsty. He grabbed both of her ankles and threw them over his right shoulder. Using his swollen mushroom he teased and painted her eager slit. He slowly pushed the head through her waiting lips and he moaned in surprise as her tightness seemed to pull his shaft deeper in. She felt amazing. He could feel the vibration from the speakers under her seat , pulsing and humming on his cock. He could tell from the amount of wetness and her wail that she was nearing her climax. With a flick of his sharpest nail he undid her corset, careful not to destroy the garment. Her large and supple tits now free, he held one in each hand, using his thumbs to encircle her hardening nipples. He leaned in to give each one and quick suckle adding to their arousal. She gave another moan and he could tell that she was now holding her orgasm as her legs began to shake. She looked into his eyes and he maintained his pace, but just as she thought she was going to extend, she felt the thick cartilage of his pointed tail land on her taint. Slipping downward in the waves of her nearing release, JM watched as her eyes widened as he sank just the tip of his tail into her beautifully tight asshole, not too deep, but just enough to release the dam ready to burst . Her whole body shuttered and he felt her ejaculation fountain up the sides of his cock. As she sank back into the velvet seat which now glistened with her silhouette outlined in the thick cushion.

He stood again in front of her with his dripping tip, now bright red / bordering on purple. She sat up and took him immediately in her mouth as he played his final chord into her mouth. The surprisingly sweet cum hit the back of the throat and she swallowed hard before suckling the small finishing spurts while cupping and massaging his rose colored balls.

“Go on…its ok….You can’t turn me…and I can replenish anything you take.”

Looking up at him, with her lips still wrapped firmly around him, she grabbed both of his ass cheeks and sank her fangs into the side of his veined rod and she drained him until the both fell sound asleep…as Iron Butterfly emanated from the the “Hot Box” , still idling in the parking lot…

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

M’Kael
As he was perusing the books and the few titles he was able to muddle through M’KAel heard a sound. Pausing he listened carefully.

It sounded like a door being opened. Slow and quiet. That usually happened when someone was trying to be sneaky as shit. That meant someone knew he was here, or rather they knew someone was here. Was there a fucking ward on this area? Probably.

Damn it, he was just getting comfortable.

Putting the book back into place M’Kael stepped into the shadow of the book case, a moment later Arcanum officers rounded the book cases and looked at the empty room. Spreading out they spent the next few minutes, finding nothing and no one.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ravyn
Finishing her list Ravyn returned the books back to the shelves. It wasn’t everything she needed, and some of the books were obviously inaccurate, but it was a start. Collecting her list she headed back to the dorm room, maybe she’d find M’Kael’s new.. friend on the way. Still weird for him to turn into a fang banger though.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Inquisition
Searching the Chapel of the Nine the Inquisition came across a body. It appeared to be a werewolf in the Killing Form known as Crinos. Which was unusual, since they normally reverted to their birth form – Human or Wolf – at their death.

What was even more unusual was that this werewolf had been skinned… alive. Who, or what, could do such a thing and why?

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gem, Dairie, and Angus

Gem saw Dairie raise her hand. That was the sign she had the code. Gem managed to gasp out a statement, even though her whole body was shaking in terror. “We have the code. Please release the professor and we will leave this place.

Shelila laughed “No!”

Gem’s lungs suddenly filled with water.

“Let’s see how beautiful you look… marbled with dark discoloration, bloated, and putrefied!” The Hag said. Her hatred of Gem’s beauty driving her to kill the young student. “You see, I only need the elf-cow alive. She is the one with the code!”

Suddenly, Shelila’s head was split in half by Angus’ axe. He had thrown the weapon with all his might. He was visible again, but he had only needed a single blow to kill the evil hag.

The hag’s death, stopped the drowning spell on Gem. Who was coughing up lots of water. The professor and the dwarf, both were released from the spells holding them.

Angus came rushing over to Gem and was holding her as she expelled the water from her lungs.

Professor Ot coughed too, but there was a warm smile on his face. “This isn’t exactly what I intended for your first lesson, but I’m glad you found me. Dairie”

“Unfortunately, we don’t have much time.” He added gesturing to the injured dwarf student. “Brut Valehammer confessed his part in helping out the hag with her schemes. But he needs healing”

 

[milkmaiden38]

John Marshall Van Keller and Angela

Angela awoke with every part of her filled with a tumultuous mix of desire and apprehension. The dim light cast a soft glow on a man lying luxuriously next to her on a carpeted van's floor. His fox ears twitched ever so slightly, sensing Angela’s eyes on him.

"S-So... I never quite got your name," Angela asked, not remembering anything that had happened to her. She had no idea why she was naked, sleeping in a van with what looked like a Tiefling.

The man only smiled, a slow, knowing smile that seemed to see right through her. His eyes sucking in her voluptuous body, the contours of her immense curves accentuated by the shadows of the van’s lighting.

"Yes, a Name" Angela purred, her voice dripping with authority and control. She was pretty sure he knew what she was. "You know what I am. I don’t want to get rough with you."

Her words were a challenge, a taunt that dared the Tiefling.

 

[Wayne_Wilder82]

John Marshall Van Keller and Angela

Realising that he had indeed crossed a line with her, JM released his illusionary tapestry he had woven around them. The two of them now stood again on the sidewalk near the front of the van, fully clothed, it appeared as if perhaps only a few moments had passed since the beginning of their encounter. The events that had taken place had been merely a projection of his own selfish desires, now fleeting and hard to recount like those of a feverish dream. Sheepishly he held the axe out to one side and placed his other hand in the air.

“Van Keller…John Marshal Van Keller. And I do beg your pardon…, I’m afraid I have a habit of letting my mind wander, sometimes too far, especially when inspired by a muse as stunning as yourself.” He said in a low bow, keeping his eyes to the ground.

He awaited patiently for her response keeping his eyes averted as he dropped to one knee not actually knowing what she might say or do, but fully aware of her power over him. “ I am but a humble artist and this but a canvas, My full name is yours and with it my sincerest apologies”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

M’Kael
Laying under the bed, he wasn’t sure who’s he wondered and through. He wondered and though. So far he’d just been doing things without thinking about how he was doing it. Or what the limits were.

And mostly he did things when Ravyn was in danger, or dead. And she really needed to stop dying. One of these times she wasn’t going to come back from it. Hell nobody came back from dying, except her.

Rolling from under the strangers bed he stood up and went through the dressers, trying to figure out where he was. Lace panties. Granny panties. Boxers.. and a Sports Bra? Cute.

Two Girls and one unknown. Two Beds. Hmm. Have to come back at night and watch, or join, if they were inclined.

Ravyn
Returning to the Dorm Ravyn walked the halls trying to find The Vampire/Witch/Slut. Maybe Angus could do it, he left the grounds before, probably too clean cut for what she needed, but hey why not try?

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

The smell of burnt sulfur hit Angela’s nose as the illusion disappeared. The tiefling’s magic had been excellent. She truly thought she had been naked, on the carpeted floor of the van. He had somehow, gotten her naked form prefect! How had he done that? Nevertheless, it was hard to fool a vampire, and he had done it with ease.

Angela wrapped her cloak around her tighter as she felt the clouds thinning in the sky. Time for her to move indoors.

“Nice to meet you, Van. My name is Angela Bloodgem.” She said offering her hand. “That was some illusion.” She complimented him. She thought about the school and all the latent magic buzzing around her. Here was someone that might be able to help her. There was also something else about this man. Something sexual. Like he’d be fun in bed. She decided to offer him an opportunity.

“If you have a moment, I’d love to discuss an employment opportunity with you. If you are interested you can join me, in the lobby.” Angela suggested. She walked back inside the dorm building and took a seat in the lobby.

 

[Wayne_Wilder82]

JM raised his eyes just in time to watch her walk away. Half his mind was glad she hadn’t gutted him right then and there…he certainly wouldn’t have blamed her…the other half wished he really had seen her naked. Illusions are funny things like that. They draw from the perceptions of those being affected, so while he had seen what he expected to see, it wasn’t actually her true form. Still, as he watched her tight rear switching back and forth over the quad he couldn’t help but wonder.

“Opportunity indeed!” He said righting himself. He quickly slid open the side door to the van and rehung the axe in its resting place. “A bit much for walking around….ummmm ….here we go!” He muttered as he pulled out his long 10 inch harmonica.

“Hello my lovely, you’ll do just fine.” He threw his black leather motorcycle jacket over the loose flannel shirt, flipping his long greasy curls over the back. He slid the harmonica into the left breast pocket and laced his boots. These were his lucky boots…or at least they made him feel that way. The thick soles and heel gave him at least an extra three inches… he stood checking himself in the large wing mirror. Now a towering 3’8” he ran comb through his mop and slid that into one of the zippered pockets as well. He slid a switchblade knife into his right boot, and dropped his dark shades over his eyes. He folded a piece of Big Red chewing gum into his mouth as he slid the door shut before popping his collar.

“My muse awaits!” He exclaimed, striding towards the dormitory lobby.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ravyn
Crossing through the Main Entry Foyer as a shortcut she saw the Vampire walking in from outside. Had she left the grounds!? Sweet, she could come and go as she pleased.

Walking over she formulated how to ask what she needed, without divulging to much. Fuck she hated being rushed. Just as she started to speak the door opened again and a midget walked in. A Dwarf? No, it didn’t have a beard. Was it a half breed? Horns. Harmonica. Boots. A Satyr? Fuck he was short. A Halfling Satyr? A Satyr midget? A Satyr Dwarf half breed?

Fuck it!

Looking back at Angela, still wearing the bikini from earlier, she raised an eyebrow. “I have an Inquiry. And if you can, and will, help me, I’ll be more forthcoming with help for you. And I’ll pay in Solid Coin. Not cheap Human paper.”

“I’ll need proof of probability before I’ll pay a deposit or Finder fee.”

Raising a hand, she forestalled the obvious questions. “No, I don’t know where your fuck bunny is, but I know when and where he will be. No, I won’t tell you why I need the Items I need it’s deeply personal. They will not be used in any way to cause or inflict harm on anyone.”

Holding out her list, folded, to conceal the items needed, she smiled. “Deal?”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Dairie

Dairie revere nature and gained her spells and other magical powers from nature itself. Because of her mystic spirituality of transcendent union with nature, she sensed something was not in balanced. The four elements that make up a world—air, earth, fire, and water—must remain in equilibrium. If one element were to gain power over the others, the world could be destroyed, drawn into one of the elemental planes and broken apart into its component elements.

As she checked those elements all seemed in order. But something was wrong. Something was unnatural.

She nodded to the professor “I can cast a healing spell on the dwarf” she told him. A warm, golden glow appeared on her hands and she placed them on the dwarf. The student coughed and was awake.

“Ughhh” he mumbled

“He will survive the trip back” Dairie confirmed. Then she placed her hands on the professor and heal him some as well.

“Thank you” Professor Ot said gratefully.

The three made their way back to Gem and Angus. Angus and Gem watched with wide eyes as the pink haired elf-cow, beautiful, curves moved and shook in her approach. Gem was still coughing up a little water, but still she never took her eyes off Dairie amazing figure.

“Professor are you ok?” Angus asked.

“Thanks to your efforts, yes!” He replied.

“Great, we’ll need to get past the massive crocodile again” Angus said to Dairie.

“No problem, I have some abilities in animal handling. In fact, I was thinking of returning to campus with him” She explained.

Angus and then everyone, but the dwarf, he was still too hurt, started to laughing. “Can you imagine the look on the guard’s faces!” Gem said laughing.

30 minutes later

Sometimes Hollywood Movies are a bit over the top in their retelling of real-world events. In this case, it would be difficult. The two guards met the Professor Ot, and the team, plus the massive crocodile as they grew near the entrance to the school. The head guard had his gun out and pointed at the crocodile.

“HALT” he yelled. but everyone could tell he was getting ready to run at any sign of the massive beast lunging at him.

Gem came forward still wearing her bikini “Good Captain, we are on a mission that is important for the school. Professor Ot is with us. Please allow us to enter”

“But … you travel with a dragon!” the guard pointed out. “This is most unusual” the guard added in total confusion, and then he seemed to make a decision. “Wait here … I will get the dean, or someone” He explained and turned ran back onto school grounds.

The second guard stepped forward “Just stay right there …and don’t try anything!” he said his gun pointed at the croc.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angela

“Ravyn, I cannot express the joy I feel encountering you twice in a single day.” Angela said politely.“May I introduce, Van Keller” She said as Van walked up next to her.

“This is Ravyn Nightshade, a very confident and bossy first year student” Angela explained.

She glanced at the list. “Ah is this list a joke, or a riddle? Some of the items are simple and easy to get. Others items are foolhardy and/or reckless to get. I’m not sure any amount of money can acquire these items. How about you reimburse me on a per item fee? I get some coin, you get most of the items.” Angela suggested

Angela did not like the little shit. But gold coin was gold coin. Plus getting information on M’Kael was useful.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ravyn
The Sarcasm was thick and dripping. At least that’s the way Ravyn perceived it. “I need all the items for a number of spells that need to be cast consecutively. I can pay as you get things acquired.”

With a grunt sigh she admitted, “The coins are in my room, I don’t carry cash on me. How much do you need as a deposit? I’d get the items myself, but my studies are taking up a great deal of time, hence I don’t have the luxury of travel from the grounds and Hexbay doesn’t carry most of what I require, nor do they deliver.. Here.”

Looking over at the other individual she raised an eyebrow again. “Van Keller? Bard or Thief? Or Both.?”

 

[Wayne_Wilder82]

Suddenly getting the feeling he had gotten more stuck in the middle than a pair of lace panties on prom night, Van simply nodded at his introduction and tossed up the devils horns with one hand.

“Uh…Rocker actually” he said trying to sound as debonair as possible. “Pleasure to meet you, heh.” He figures he slightly undershot debonair and landed somewhere around used car salesman.

This one was beautiful too, and he got the sense equally as dangerous…just in more of a daddy’s money and country club influence kind of way. But still, something more? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“I’ll uh… leave you ladies to chat. I’ll just be right over here” he said smiling and stepping away slowly like a fox avoiding a trap.

He wandered around the lobby, but stayed close enough to hear the rest of the conversation. He picked up a campus map and some other assorted flyers and stuffed them in his pockets.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Inquisition
Walking into main entry from outside strode a very attractive young woman in Red and Black and carrying a spear of all things. Scanning her eyes across the room she started walking again. Her path taking her within inches of the Triad of Angela, Ravyn, and John Marshall.


In fact, her path took her between the girls and John, the sound of the metal shod spear butt tapping the marble floor was more like a death knell than anything else. Her expression was devoid of feeling, like she was a zombie. Clad in second skin black leather and a thick Cloak

Neither Angry nor Joyful, she moved like a woman on a mission. Perhaps she was a construct, a Golem made of Flesh. Or a Stone Golem with a spell of stone to Flesh. Very nice flesh indeed, her bare midriff was shaped into toned muscle with an Innie Belly Button.

Either way her eyes were of a blood red that went well with her naturally red hair. Her purpose driven stride had her exiting the room rather quickly – it was just a foyer after all.

It was only after she’d left that Ravyn breathed again, unaware she’d been holding her breath. “Goddess, she’s beautiful.” she said to herself. Though Eavesdropping John and Vampire Hearing Angela could easily hear her words.

***
Approaching her target door, The Red-Haired woman didn’t even look at the two guards as they raised their hands and told her to Halt, in several languages even.

Instead she opened her cloak, giving her easier access to the two blades at her hip. The Golden Icon of the Inquisition dangling between her breasts and just above her bare midriff.

When the guards made no move to open the door as she approached she simply murmured several words and moved the fingers of her left hand. Without stopping she walked between the guards, and through the wooden door.

Several guards inside the room drew weapons and approached her.

“Stop, if you value your lives. She will kill all of you, and there is nothing anyone can do against her,” Ravenor informed her guards.

“You’re early. I was not expecting Him to be here yet.”

“He’s not. I’ve come ahead to prepare you for his Arrival.”