Post by Dr. Vincent Belmont on Apr 23, 2006 22:38:12 GMT -4
Fritz, I was just kicking around some ideas...and you're the one who handles the GB kids...so...
Eric slipped in quietly and shut the door. He looked around the interior of the room. He fingered the arcane tomes, and stopped to marvel at the tubes and beakers of the alchemy lab set up on the table. He knew he wasn't allowed in there, but he didn't care.
"Bastard..." he thought, "I'm sick of him. I'm sick of him humiliating me. I'm sick of him lecturing me. I'm sick of him being overly critical."
He opened a large pine box and stared inside... Nope. Not in here. Powders, crystals, herbs....not what I'm looking for. Eric thought of the oft-repeated "scolds" uttered constantly by his master...
"...keep your nose in your books, and OUT of my reagents!"
"...no, boy. We will NOT repeat this exercise. You will follow my lead, and listen to what I tell you..."
"...don't make me beat this lesson into you, boy."
"...you have a spell to translate! You have no time for female frolick!"
"...what are you doing, idiot?!? Rosewort bears NO physical resemblance to Thera Leaf!"
Eric fumed. This last "lesson" was the final straw. He and his master were comissioned to protect a member of house Jerbiton on a trip to the far east. Eric thought that the Jerbiton wizard's daughter was very attractive. "Luna" was her name. "Don't worry," Eric boasted to Luna, "we'll find out who's behind this potential assassination."
"No, boy...we WON'T. We will see our client safely to the east. We are NOT here as investigators."
"Yes, we will!" Eric said to Luna again.
"what?!" Eric's master spat, with a look of bewildered fury on his face.
Eric looked at his master nervously,"Umm...what I meant was...as quaesitors, it would be our mandate to find out who's behind it..."
"We will NOT repeat this exercise, boy! You will do as you're told, and follow my lead...and you are NOT a quaesitor..."
Eric had never been as embarrassed as he was that day. He was sick of being an apprentice. He was going to show everyone at the academy that he was a true magus, and that his master did nothing but hold him back out of jealousy.
Eric looked to his left, and saw the rosewood armoire sitting alone in the corner of the room. "That's probably where he keeps his most powerful stuff" Eric thought, "no wonder he scolds me I tried to open it."
Eric then spied what he was after...a bronze podium will a large leatherbound book sitting on it. He eagerly pulled out the bottle of acid he stole fromthe alchemy lab and dabbed a few drops upon the lock that bound the book. He eagerly opened the book as he heard the lock sizzle and smoke. He opened it up, and eagerly began reading the first thing he could read. He felt the adrenaline pump through his veins as the arcane words left his lips.
The room was rocked, as if an earthquake had hit it. Vials spilled from the alchemy bench, and some books fell off their cases, but Eric regained his footing and kept reading. A titanic wind blew through the window, shattering the glass, and blowing out what little light he had. Still Eric continued to read as he felt the twinge of mana coursing through his frame.
There was a howling, and the book's pages began to flip through themselves. The floorboards began to crack, and sulphurous vapors began to shoot out. There was a roar; a roar from something terrible....something out of a nightmare. Eric's small body was thrown back into the door as a rubbery black tentacle whipped out of the floorboards and smacked into him. Several more of the hideous appendages writhed out of the floor, and another roar shook the room.
The door behind Eric blew open, and a tall figure stepped through. He was a young and, with black hair and icy blue eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. His black cloak flapped in the wind as he strode in, shielding his face with his arm. The fury in his eyes was unlike anything Eric had seen in his master.
The master threw his arms wide, like a conductor in an orchestra of chaos. The wind itself seemed to blow back the other way.
"Abite!" he called out, "Abite! Ego tuum expulsis te umbram! ... ABITE!!!"
The tentacles retreated into the floorboards, and the wind ceased, and in moments, all was quiet.
The master then turned to Eric, who was trying to sneak out unnoticed.
"Damn you for a FOOL, boy! Can you even fathom what it is you almost did to yourself?"
Eric found his courage; "How will I ever become a wizard at this rate? You teach me NOTHING! All you do is make me translate Latin, and pick your damn herbs, and fetch this and that! You're overly critical! You never give me praise! You're holding me back! You're just jealous that I'll one day be better than you!"
"I doubt that, boy...if your penchant for disobedience and impatience were as good as your spellcraft, you'd rival my own!"
"I thought I already did!" Eric scoffed.
"Only in your mind, my VERY young apprentice!" the master hissed.
Tears welled up within Eric. "I don't care if you DO know my mother and father! I .... HATE .... you..... BELMONT!!!"
Eric slipped in quietly and shut the door. He looked around the interior of the room. He fingered the arcane tomes, and stopped to marvel at the tubes and beakers of the alchemy lab set up on the table. He knew he wasn't allowed in there, but he didn't care.
"Bastard..." he thought, "I'm sick of him. I'm sick of him humiliating me. I'm sick of him lecturing me. I'm sick of him being overly critical."
He opened a large pine box and stared inside... Nope. Not in here. Powders, crystals, herbs....not what I'm looking for. Eric thought of the oft-repeated "scolds" uttered constantly by his master...
"...keep your nose in your books, and OUT of my reagents!"
"...no, boy. We will NOT repeat this exercise. You will follow my lead, and listen to what I tell you..."
"...don't make me beat this lesson into you, boy."
"...you have a spell to translate! You have no time for female frolick!"
"...what are you doing, idiot?!? Rosewort bears NO physical resemblance to Thera Leaf!"
Eric fumed. This last "lesson" was the final straw. He and his master were comissioned to protect a member of house Jerbiton on a trip to the far east. Eric thought that the Jerbiton wizard's daughter was very attractive. "Luna" was her name. "Don't worry," Eric boasted to Luna, "we'll find out who's behind this potential assassination."
"No, boy...we WON'T. We will see our client safely to the east. We are NOT here as investigators."
"Yes, we will!" Eric said to Luna again.
"what?!" Eric's master spat, with a look of bewildered fury on his face.
Eric looked at his master nervously,"Umm...what I meant was...as quaesitors, it would be our mandate to find out who's behind it..."
"We will NOT repeat this exercise, boy! You will do as you're told, and follow my lead...and you are NOT a quaesitor..."
Eric had never been as embarrassed as he was that day. He was sick of being an apprentice. He was going to show everyone at the academy that he was a true magus, and that his master did nothing but hold him back out of jealousy.
Eric looked to his left, and saw the rosewood armoire sitting alone in the corner of the room. "That's probably where he keeps his most powerful stuff" Eric thought, "no wonder he scolds me I tried to open it."
Eric then spied what he was after...a bronze podium will a large leatherbound book sitting on it. He eagerly pulled out the bottle of acid he stole fromthe alchemy lab and dabbed a few drops upon the lock that bound the book. He eagerly opened the book as he heard the lock sizzle and smoke. He opened it up, and eagerly began reading the first thing he could read. He felt the adrenaline pump through his veins as the arcane words left his lips.
The room was rocked, as if an earthquake had hit it. Vials spilled from the alchemy bench, and some books fell off their cases, but Eric regained his footing and kept reading. A titanic wind blew through the window, shattering the glass, and blowing out what little light he had. Still Eric continued to read as he felt the twinge of mana coursing through his frame.
There was a howling, and the book's pages began to flip through themselves. The floorboards began to crack, and sulphurous vapors began to shoot out. There was a roar; a roar from something terrible....something out of a nightmare. Eric's small body was thrown back into the door as a rubbery black tentacle whipped out of the floorboards and smacked into him. Several more of the hideous appendages writhed out of the floor, and another roar shook the room.
The door behind Eric blew open, and a tall figure stepped through. He was a young and, with black hair and icy blue eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. His black cloak flapped in the wind as he strode in, shielding his face with his arm. The fury in his eyes was unlike anything Eric had seen in his master.
The master threw his arms wide, like a conductor in an orchestra of chaos. The wind itself seemed to blow back the other way.
"Abite!" he called out, "Abite! Ego tuum expulsis te umbram! ... ABITE!!!"
The tentacles retreated into the floorboards, and the wind ceased, and in moments, all was quiet.
The master then turned to Eric, who was trying to sneak out unnoticed.
"Damn you for a FOOL, boy! Can you even fathom what it is you almost did to yourself?"
Eric found his courage; "How will I ever become a wizard at this rate? You teach me NOTHING! All you do is make me translate Latin, and pick your damn herbs, and fetch this and that! You're overly critical! You never give me praise! You're holding me back! You're just jealous that I'll one day be better than you!"
"I doubt that, boy...if your penchant for disobedience and impatience were as good as your spellcraft, you'd rival my own!"
"I thought I already did!" Eric scoffed.
"Only in your mind, my VERY young apprentice!" the master hissed.
Tears welled up within Eric. "I don't care if you DO know my mother and father! I .... HATE .... you..... BELMONT!!!"
Huh...and here I thought I just didn't explain myself well enough. 
