OOC: A bit confused, but I don't think anything important's happened yet. Righto, on with the show then.

IC: Felix walked into the hall quietly and quickly. He wanted to avoid as much attention as possible. He kept his head ducked and immediately walked over to a nearby wall to lean on instead of a table. He was very out of his element in situations like this. He wasn't good with people. Studying, working, taking tests, all these things he could do, but forced social situations weren't his forte.

As soon as his back hit the wall, he let out a sigh of relief, glad that no one had bothered him yet. He wasn't quite sure what he would say if anyone were to approach him, and he just hated being unprepared. Moreover, as soon as he said his last name, it would only lead to more awkwardness. The Moorsley family wasn't a very popular one in the world of High Rock politics.

Sighing again, he flipped open the book he had been carrying, An Account of the Rise of the Alessian Empire, and scanned the page for where he had stopped. If he was going to be here, he may as well work while doing so. Wasted time is wasted effort, after all.

Every now and then, he would take the time to scan the crowds of people, looking for anyone he might recognize. As slim as the chances were, it was a precaution he wanted to take. Most people were nice enough to leave him alone, but some could be... Confrontational. Felix disliked confrontations. They could be so unpredictable. Unpredictability is bad. Always have to be prepared. Preparedness leads to success, which in turn leads to excellence.

He wondered how his parents were doing at home. They were probably still arguing with that one noble he had seen while leaving the estate. He had forgotten his name. There were so many of them that Felix had learned to simply tune their existences out over the years. Especially ones that tried to talk to him. Most of the time they were just trying to pry, and the genuinely interested ones all wanted to talk about swords and fighting and honor and all the other useless things that came with being a Breton noble. He honestly wondered if some of them could even read sometimes. He was sure he'd be unpleasantly surprised.

He looked up from his book again and noticed the absence of the principle for the first time. That meant they'd be waiting. Waiting is a waste of time. Speeches are a waste of time. I should be getting everything ordered right now, not waiting on some silly string of words that not even half the people here will pay attention to. Not that I won't pay attention. That would be improper. But still, the point stands.

Felix was beginning to ramble, even in his own thoughts. That's a bad sign...

He looked off to his right and noticed someone else over there, leaning against a wall, appearing to be asleep. He blinked for a moment, then went back to his book.

Arvel re-schooled his features. "So you're having Destruction and fencing too? That's interesting".

Fiddling with his ring he noticed a young man sitting for himself over at the wall. "Oi you there, why don't you come over here instead of sitting alone? I'm sure we can appreciate another intelligent mind over here".

"So any particular dreams or plans once you finish school?" he asked Lilitu.

OOC:

Just for everyone's information. For your maximum enjoyment and character interaction, Darkom and I are currently revising the class list. We will be mixing, merging, changing, removing and adding classes. So, I am just warning you, you might have different classes, and we will post the new classes once we have it worked out.

We have a ton of new people joining and so that is why I have yet to make an announcemnt IC. Sorry to everyone that is waiting for that, and I advise for people to post once or twice a day maximum.

Thanks to all!

Paulus threw the sheets off his bed and rolled out of bed, and blinking the sleep from his eyes he dropped to the ground and began his morning exercise's, a regime designed so he would, at the very least stay in shape for when his graduation came and he would immediatly join the legion and be prepared for the rigours of basic training. Finishing his 50th push up he pulled on his boots, trousers and undershirt and proceded to make up his bed, confirm his sword was hidden, and then left his room.

As he walked through the near desserted hallways, the sun slowly rising he thought about the days to come, his graduation and what life would be like when he left the school. He knew he would join the Legion, knew he would stay in the Legion and work up through the ranks till he was discharged, be it due to age, maimed or some other reason or even killed in combat. If he wasnt killed he would inherit his fathers house in Bruma, but what then?

Before he could think how to answer that question he had walked out the gates and was on the edge of the school campus. The hills on one side, the cliff and the bay on the other. Without thinking be started a light run. The past two weeks before school had started, he would've done much more exhuasting exercise's scince there was little to do, but now that school had started he didnt have as much time and needed to be well rested.

His feet pounding into the ground, his breathing calm, one foot after the other he heard the morning bells ringing. Counting the number of rings he reliazed he had allready once run around the entire school and was midway through a second lap when he stopped and with a shock noticed he didnt have much time to be in his school robes and in the event hall before the announcments began.

Sprinting to his quaters, he quickly washed his face and shaved, before doning his school robes and proceeding to the event hall. As he entered, he heard, then saw a boy around his own age that looked to be a mix between a dunmer and altmer shouting for more company. Figuring he'd rather be talking with some people then stand against the wall or sit by himself like other people where doing he headed over to the table and approached the dunmer.

'Morning. I'm Paulus. You are?" he said as he extended his hand, he also saw that at the same table was pretty dunmer girl holding a book.

OOC: aka this is at tellies table.

ooc: Sorriez for teh late start

ic:

The black-scaled lizard wandered through out the lit halls of the school, occasionally stopping in front of an opening that lead down another hall. It felt great to be back in school again - away from his parents so he could actually live and breath on his own without them pulling him away from the outside world. The lad knew they only meant good, but still, it was very irritating.
Kaz continued to aimlessly explore the school. He took in account that the school had done some re-decorating, telling from the majestic red carpet he walked on that seemed to stretch on for miles. Last year, he recalled it being a light green and in small patches everywhere instead of very long strands. Kahzimir also noticed some new at pieces hanging on the walls. He had always had an interest in art, not the interest to paint art - just an interest of observing.

The Argonian stopped in front of a generally familiar hall; The Event Chambers. From that area he could already see dozens of fellow students each anxiously waiting for the year to begin. Kaz breathed in deeply and walked into the large auditorium, almost noticing a few incredibly well-carved busts of Tiber Septim himself. The statuettes shined brightly like the Gold Tower on a sunny day, beautiful and majestic. Kahzimir found himself changing course and heading towards the row of busts.
He examined them with a childish awe glinting in his light-blue eyes, it must have taken years to perfect such a wonderful piece of art and a lot of patience. These pieces were probably the only successes from a lot of failures.

ooc: Bleh, just throwing myself in :/

"Well," She said, trying to organize her thoughts. "There's two things, I guess. First, I want a house in Cheydinhal with my brothers... actually it'll probably be just me and Relemus... Vardas can take care of himself, mostly. Anyway, once I've got a trade and I'm all settled, it'll be time for marriage and family...I hope." She laughed. "Only problem is my mother. I doubt she'd want to give up Relemus." She blushed. "Oh, now I'm the one rambling..."

She took a bite out of her apple, when she saw the Imperial approach. Immediately, she stiffened and held on to her book tightly. Discomfort swept over her, though she felt bad about it. It wasn't like this particular person had ever wronged her. She inhaled deeply, ignoring her initial suspicion, and continued to eat her apple.

OOC: Sorry for the OOC but for [censored]'s sake Elite Birthday would you make the damn post already!

OOC: agreed. I belive that those that want in have made their posts.

Sorry, I've been down sick. Resperatory Infection. Nasty stuff. I'll try and get a post in tommorrow, cause I feel like crap. Sorry, everyone.

The extravagance of the Event Chambers never ceased to amaze Gilbert Marquardt, the principal of the school. He, himself, did not particularly favor the Diamond of Akatosh, but the school was to influence Imperial ideals. He took a deep breath as he stood up, looking down upon the students who arranged themselves in the tables below. The unusually long and lanky figure of Gilbert Marquardt loomed over the table, causing an eerie look about him. However, he had a look of scholarly aura about him, making him a role-model for the young prodigies of the school.

He cleared his thought and made his way to the middle of the room, where a great podium stood. He continued toward the podium, almost like he was floating due to the oversized robes. He smiled as he approached the podium, setting his hands firmly on it. His queer expression silenced the room, and he waved a hand as to introduce the students.

"Welcome, students, to another year here at the School of Tiber Septim." He took a short pause, thinking of how to say the next words.

"The first things I must inform you is the class changes that we have…teachers have decided to…quit, I'm afraid. So, we are going to have less classes. I'm sorry to those who suffer from these class withdrawals, but I assure you…nothing is wrong." He gave a small smile and further continued.

"And about the…disappearances, I assure you, the students will be found…"

And with that, he went on into a long, boring speech about the curriculum, rules, and other things. Nothing you need to bother yourself about, really…

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Class Changes:

Science 12348
Battle Magic (Destruction, Conjuration, and Restoration) 356789
Practical Magic (Alteration, Illusion, and Mysticism) 23469
Militant Arts (Fencing, Hand to Hand, and Marksmanship) 125679
History and Theology 12456789
Literature Study and Rhetoric 134578

1 is Darkom
2 is Jerod
3 is Jacki
4 is Ambrose
5 is Zalphon
6 is Tellie
7 is Dragon Reaper
8 is Sryner of the Sword
9 is Badger Nine