Insane Academy

Samuas goes back to his book and flips to the first page. "Th'ra me! a crossbow appears in his hand, a copper string with a blue celestial glow, a mahogany wooden handle and base, with a bolt loaded that grows the same celestial glow that the string has. He examines the crossbow, but makes an effort to not to shoot it.

"Very well made." Zorvan says, grinning as he turns into shadows and examines the shadow of the crossbow. Where Zorvanshadow touches the crossbow's shadow, it warps. Then he takes the shadow and shoots the shadow of a nearby chair.

The shadbow's bolt is restored to the shadbow that Zorvanshadow has. "It's not my design, The Archmage started me with these 2 weapons, sure I tweaked them a little to my design, but he did the basic work."

Zorvanshadow becomes Zorvantree. "An interesting weapon. I'm more for an up close and personal style, myself."

"I have a weapon for that, but you can try the shadostaff later." Samuas takes the crossbow and tosses it lightly into the air, it disintegrates and the page appears in the book again.

"Another apprentice quite like me, she was insane to say the least, a concept you aren't alien to, and turned against us, opening rifts from the orc's dimension into our world, that's why I'm here..."

"Orcs? Nasty creatures. Always going on about food and war and death. They don't sound so good when they are turned into borderposts." Zorvantree rolls his eyes as he turns into a Zorvan shaped cloud of africanized honey bees.

"They've lay waste in my world, burning villages, torturing innocence, and tearing the magical boundaries too thin, my master is dead because of them." Samuas pauses to take in what he just said. "When I return, every single orc is going to pay, not a single one of them will live once I'm done with them, and if they live, they won't want to for a long time, I will drive them back until they check under every crack and nook for me, making sure I don't slaughter the rest of them." anger grows in his eyes.

Zorvanbees claps his hands... err, bees.

Samuas calms down (and remembers that he is not a fish or a potato for that matter...) and returns to examining his new page.

The page is still fire. And still the same page.

Samuas closes the book and meditates on the events that have happened today.

The life support systems shut off at the overuse of magic within the seated area.
"Please refrain from using magic, as you may be expelled from the ship for doing so. Resuming normal systems, as we are to make our first stop in one minute." Loup sounds tired, and the life support systems kick back in, as the ship slows. Outside the windows, a round blue shape appears.

Meelan hums softly, looking like she feels that there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with this situation. At all. Then again, it IS Meelan.

Samuas puts his book away, making sure not to touch it further in fear that it may activate a spell.

The ship enters the atmosphere smoothly, landing half in and half outbid the water upon the shores of what appears to be an island. Massive rings of stone are plainly visible outside the windows.
"We will be stopped here for a few minutes while we pick up our first guest. Please feel free to take a moment to stretch your legs if you need to while I go collect our guest."

Loup steps smoothly out of the front, hopping down upon the beach. The door opens, and the steps come down, though on the opposite side this time.

Saronda looks up, then shrugs, starting to dig through her bag.

Samuas gets his spell book again and looks at his second page, the bladestaff.

Loup sets a brisk pace through, stopping at the entrance to a massive stone maze to prevent the others who may wish to come with him from getting lost.

Meelan, somehow, is right there. Except not even she is sure when exactly she left the ship. It probably has something to to with spatial inequities.

Samuas sighs and continues reading.

Loup leads those who are following him through the most twisting, complex maze they have ever been through. It even seems as though they are going in circles until they reach a giant stone door in the middle of the maze.
"Wait here, please. It might get awkward if you follow me."
There appears to be no handle or lock of any kind. Loup pulls out a knife, slashing his hand. Unlike much of the time, the knife passes easily through the flesh of his hand, and blood springs out upon his hand. He smears it upon the door in one smooth motion, and the door vanishes. In its place, a field appears. Loup waves before passing through the field with no apparent difficulty.

Samuas closes his book, then stands up and stretches his legs, he sits down in another seat, because why not?

Loup exits with a frail, hooded fugue leaning heavily upon his arm, proceeding to lead him and the others back to the ship. He treats this fugue with a great deal of respect, leading him to the comfiest seat on the vessel. There is love in Loup's eyes, the kind sons look at their fathers with, but those around him get the feeling that this is not his biological father.