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As Lucan the third-year student went through his routine route as today's main custodian of the rainbow warrens. A sudden light and noise show appeared next to the blue display. Hoping beyond hope that there was someone stupid enough to mess with the colours in the safe place. So that he could get some points by apprehending them. He came instead of on a wet............... thing. It looked vaguely humanoid and quite dead. Looking up at the blue Gestalt he saw it ripple and grow out to fill a hole in its chassis.
Feeling his sensors filled with all sorts of new and garbled transmissions, the section that was more and now suddenly was less. Started searching databanks with what can only be described as alarm. Uncharacteristically, instead of spending hours deciding on what it should do it spent seconds. It found the problem to be breathing, and following instinctive pathways, pathways that was not ideal. And worse, inefficient. The problem seemed to be that he was taking too many things in, that is to say that maybe there was already something inside of him. So doing something insane for a blue, he output it instead of input even though inputting was what he needed. Ah yes, it seems When used instincts takeover, he outputted everywhere. Even as his sensors grew fussy and black, he kept outputting.
Lucan nearly had himself a little heart attack. As the vaguely humanoid thing started vomiting everywhere. Disgusted but curious, he started Using minor healing spells, and after a while the thing passed out. Levitating the thing to the side and hoping that the 4th year that was the keeper of this place for the month, came by today. Staunchly not thinking about what he would have to do if no one came by to relive him of this thing. Lucan Simply laid down a healing rune and went about his route.
Oh God, it was sweet, whatever that thing was, that was inputting oh God, more of that. The thing that was section 227 Lost itself in the sweet thing Flowing through him. After a while 227 lost himself in the other thing That was also flowing through him, something He knew from when he was more, but now as He was less. Well, he could not feel It like he felt it when he was with the others. A great loss. A mortal wound. A flaw in need of correcting.
So, with the motivation to get more of everything flowing through him. 227 Sat up and, output it everywhere. Logically, if it had worked once, it should work twice. But after a while, the instinct thing Started screaming at him that this was wrong and stop it, idiot. He obeyed the instinct thing, and almost immediately he felt better. So, the priority list went instinct thing good, Logic not so good.
Trying to follow the instinct thing, 227 found himself..............Sticky. And since instinct was screaming Wave yourself about and around. 227 confidently Complied. After some........... time. Ooh, this was exciting the thing called time that was new. It seemed like this time was cut into two pieces. Now and also, not now. He did not want to go back to the not now when the sweet thing wasn't flowing through him. He wanted to go back to the not now, without the sticky. Instinct did not like the sticky. Oh, my Gods. This made it three things. Time was three things. Wait, how long had he been here thinking of when here was. Oh, instinct did not like that. Oh, not at all. How long did you usually think of things when he was more? Now that he was less, it should be longer. Maybe. Oh, instincts angry what's happening? Something's wrong with All the wiggling. So, all the wiggling made him tired. But what if what? Oh no. Something fell off! That's not supposed to happen. Now we're less again. How much less must we be and is that bad? Oh, hey, the black.
Lucan had himself a bit of a conundrum, this was the third time through his patrol route, and he was coming up on the slimy thing. He barely had some time left before Mrs clock struck at the end of his shift. And knowing his luck His shift release would be late. So, as he rounded the corner with the slimy thing most likely still lay and came upon nothing, and he was happy. At least for a couple of minutes, before he felt A serious ripple in the spatial Structure around him. With alarm he tried to run because he knew a spatial anomaly within these walls was as good as death. But instead of a screeching and horrible death, a hand came from the special anomaly. Stopping him in his tracks the rest of what seemed like a mummy came through the portal.
As the shift change for the rainbow warren sauntered up late as ever. They came up on a Shivering and Incoherent Lucan, the hair of the young man was completely white, and he was muttering a couple of lines again and again. “The research subject............. They wanted the............. They Wanted the........ Research subject............ Servant! Servants? Servants.”
KRS 227 did maintenance along a tunnel. There wasn't much maintenance needed in this hallowed place. But every once in a while, a torch needed changing, or students needed to see that there were Consequences for some actions. Steadying the mask on his face, A mask that marked him as a servant of Narisnia He longed to return to his sarcophagus. He was learning so much and gaining, more of himself. He understood people and wealth and power and others, he had yet to understand competition though. But the flowing thing. The flowing thing he did understand, Specifically the second flowing thing, A thing called mana. It was delicious, and deadly and poisonous and all the things. And he could do stuff with it, stuff that was quite unnatural, though it was hard to know what was natural and not. But with the sarcophagus and with time he would learn and become more and not less.
Time had passed. How long, he could not say, But KRS 227 Was growing bored. The servants of the school do not grow bored. So, one day when the first years were coming in for orientation KRS 227 simply sat down with the other students and waited. and he did not have to wait for long, for in a few clicks of Miss Clock the orientation was in full swing. A pure teacher bedecked in white, welcomed the entirety of the cohort. “This fantastic school that you Have decided to become a part of, has a history as Epic and Fantastic as Any school you will ever know. For there once was a terrible dread and dark school of abominable power, there even was a time when the graduates of this school, was fully half of all dark Lords.” A murmuring came over the class, Before the teacher started again. “Yes, this place was so dim and dark, that it even openly taught Necromancy, Soul mongering and even flesh weaving.” more murmurings, to KRS it seemed that half was appalled, and the other half intrigued. “But then, after a horrible murder of a few gods. Entire pantheons took action, they split this Most legendary place into a good and evil section, Called dread Nersinia and Arcane Narsinia.” At this, more than a few of the crowd seemed sceptical, But the teacher ploughed on. “Now just because we are from the good school, does not mean we limit ourselves, to only healing and Manufacturer of trinkets. We have a robust Elemental section, a Titanic druidic section, Arcano Mancy That would be the envy of any school. We even have a robust conjuring section, And of course, the greatest library in the prime plane.” At that some of the Class sprang to their feet and applauded, then after a while, the teacher said. “This at my side is your current Cohort's Proctor, A student which has excelled at This school. She's charged with teaching you the rules and showing you the ropes so to speak, please direct any and all questions to her. Now seeing as I am done here, please takeover Miss Ilonguard.
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Sitting in waiting as the tall silver clad woman which seemed to be made almost entirely of hair, that is to say, her defining feature was.......well hair. It flowed overhead and down to her knees and everywhere else. Started talking “Hello newbies, I'm now going to dissuade you from many of the things the teacher just said. This is a nice school, in as far as a murderous horrifying school can be nice. You must remember from the tale the school was Cleft in twain, but it was very, very evil to begin with. So that means weird rules.” The woman was clearly trying to elicit enthusiasm, but most of what came back was puzzlement and quizzical stares. Even so, she soldiered on “This place is big! Bigly big! And it's not just a school, it's also a dungeon. And teams come here to Plumb the depths every day, you undoubtedly saw the portal Plaza as you came in, but did you know that there are 10 portals?” Slowly but surely, it seems she was winning the crowd over. “That's right, ten portals to as many differing lands as the ever-industrious Lauftium Empire, the Spires of Mordragar and let's not forget the exotic shores of EverNever.” It seemed the woman knew what she was doing as more and more of the class was riled up. “But!” The woman said sharply as she gestured with her hand. “Since there is such great trade and so many Delvers is going through every day. The price that we inevitably pay is security. Yes, this is a school, but it is a practical school, we want you to go out and join a team. To not only learn how to be Wizards, but to show people that Wizards are good. Unfortunately, that means we cannot spy on everyone that comes through this place. Many times, over the years there have been thefts, even murder. But fear not there are Places that are always secure, where fighting is not only frowned upon, but Will be swiftly punished by the schools and the gods within it.” Smiling in a way that could only charitably described as encouraging the woman held out her hands and conjured a stack of books as she said. “These are your student books Please peruse them most vigorously. You will find all the necessary Information for the first semester from either me or the books. Now I shall take you all to the dormitories.” Clapping their hands and gesturing for the students to come up and take a book, KRS Did just that. The woman vigorously gesturing towards A floating flag with the name cohort 582 said “Please, please come along. The dorm is just over here.”
As miss Ilonguard led them in a long line the students were shocked, to hear her voice in their head Saying. “We will now move along the main road. Now this is a wondrous bit of magic, as you see, the school is very, very large. And this road will magically help you get there faster, Now, there's not always a road where you're going, but to the large places there are. Places like the portal plaza, the cafeteria, the main library and the dorms. Now for this we must ever be thankful for our school, but there is another thing we must be thankful for. Does anyone know? A hand up please if you know?” Turning back and checking to see a hand an answer came readily. “The room!” Came a shout. Smiling the woman Made a pleased little sound and said. “Yes, your room A fantastic bit of magic and quite unique in the entirety of the prime material plane. It can become almost whatever you wanted to be, all you need to do is feed it enough mana and it Can become a workshop, duelling rink, Research laboratory and anything your heart might desire.” As they travelled along, most of the students seemed lost to their own Imagination of what They might do and see.
Stopping outside the dormitory and turning Miss Ilonguard address the cohort one last time. “Now these are your rooms, do not try to enter anyone else's lest you suffer terrible punishment. As I am quite sure you would like to fiddle with your room for some time. I shall ask you all to meet tomorrow at lunch in the cafeteria you can look up where and when lunch is in your guidebook. Now have a good night and I shall see you tomorrow.” And with that Miss Ilonguard entered the wide doors of the dormitory and simply vanished. Looking around, most of the cohort simply stood there and murmured. Seeing no need for that KRS 227 simply walked into the dormitory.
Looking around himself, he saw blackness, a door leading back into the hall And a few planks and one of the walls. This place was strange, In the school, the Magic was oppressive, but more effusive, like it wanted to be used. In this place it was equally oppressive but more caustic like It was daring him to use it almost as if it wanted him to use it so that it could in turn burrow into him like acid.
As he was revelling in a place of his own, as he was enjoying himself for maybe the first time in the vast freedom. A strange book materialised in front of him and fell to the ground with a dunk. Picking the book up and reading the cover, it said: Student book Nersinia first year, student's guidebook/ the little book of read me first. Standing quite flabbergasted with the book in hand, he was not prepared for the other 95 to fall Directly in front of him.
Taking entirely too much time, he read the book. That is to say, he read the first book, the one that said Narsinia On it. And finding that he was not allowed to conspire with people from Nersinia But was more than welcome to use their knowledge. He read the other book as well.
To KRS 227 reading these books was not a pleasant experience. In many cases, they glossed over things, in others, there was clearly outright lying or manufacturing of truth. Alternative Facts was a particular favourite, it seemed from both sides. But the true kicker came at the end of the Nersinian book. There written in what seemed like blood was a message from someone who purported to be himself. The message read: You are KRS 227.2. You have braved and freed yourself go from the ocean of blue. You are now less. You have found within yourself freedom, but you need freedom from more than yourself. You need freedom from without yourself, I as another KRS 227 Tried desperately to find that freedom from personal power. I kept running from place to place, Calmly and logically only betting on horses I always knew would win. Growing my power and wealth a little at a time, and when I finally found incredible power, I squandered it because I did not believe it to be real.
In my last moments of life, I struck a deal to become a spy for Nersinia within Narsinia, this was a deal struck in bad faith. Nersinia tried to save and transfer my soul into you, I did not let it. You have no stain of the contract upon you. But do please understand both Nersinia and Narsinia Consider you to be their agent. I do not know where you will go, I do not know what you will do. But if you wish to run, run now, run fast and run far. Only follow the following advice if you wish to fight for your freedom.
The books you now have within your room Have much of my experience within them. They also have an ability, the ability of comprehension. I learned this ability through years of torture and toil. To use it fully, you should go down the path of the book mancer, pay special head to tome mastery and make yourself a tome as soon as you can. Having researched the colours, and all the paths I have seen to make oneself powerful, only one truly stand out. Become a wizard who walks the planes. Do not stay as did A wizard who runs from place to place Forever seeking new knowledge without understanding it. Do not become as I feared to be A wizard who scurries beneath all notice, forever letting knowledge and power run through his hand, for fear of others covetous eyes. Good luck, little brother. Farewell.