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Beacon Sanctuary Masterpost

Story info:

Rewrite: introduction, (2)

Trailers: Orion,

Archives: Introduction, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

Character sheets: Orion, Theia, Salem, Eir, Lin

Lore: Races, Magic

Beacon Classes: Alchemist, Guerrilla

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Chapter 1: Let’s Start Off School With a Shadow Fight

Introduction, Ch.2

Note from Headmaster Ortiz: No student or faculty was harmed in this event, please do not sue us, thank you

       Soaring in the sky sits a behemoth of a vessel, it’s sleek, bronze metallic wings rake against the clouds while its pointed nose thrusts forward.  Propelled by its ringed tail the airship makes its way towards a coastal fortress and university.  It’s towering scarred walls topped with snow while within its fortification sits a number of sprawling buildings, each ranging from dusty ancient to sparkling present.  Though once more returning to the vessel sits an excited person in a grey cloak. Bouncing and nearly jittering in their cushioned seat as they and many others gaze at the approaching settlement.  This androgynous cloaked individual was rather short, hardly reaching five feet and surrounded by a number of taller and increasingly varied passengers.  Some looked like regular humans, while others looked as if they were elements personified.  People made of plants, clouds, fire, and even space dotted about the humans around them.

But this peaceful ride was briefly stopped thanks to large thump which shook the vessel, though before long two shots rang out like thunder overhead.  Silencing the chatter in the hull as a static screech echoed from the intercom.

“Alright ya Lil’ twerps, whoever’s scared, or thinkin’ of anything worrisome, calm the heck down!” A gravelly voice grunted, “ ain’t tryin’ to have a war this close to the academy, so whoever ya are-hug somebody or somethin’!”  said the annoyed captain who grumbled something like you, Yella-belly kids, today before turning off the mic.  

     And right after that, the storm of chatter returned, as the grey cloaked individual hand snaked around a cool, galaxy patterned die.  Fondling it in their tawny hand as they slightly winced at all the noise, but still, despite all this, they still looked on with excitement as they now began their descent.  With a whine in its gears, the ship landed among a cleared out space, folding its wings into its frame as a ramp eases down.  And in a flash, the cloaked individual rushed to exit the ship but before they reached the ramp they were cut off by a boy in a jade Oni mask, stopping in their tracks as they gave a small chuckle and apologized.

“Hehe, Whoops-sorry about that, got excited, Oh! Right, the name’s Eir by the way what’s yours?”

      The boy in return only gave them a tsk, walking down the ramp, with one long rat tail flopping every way, in fact, it nearly struck Eir in the face.  Eir, now squinting in confusion and annoyance was about to give him a piece of their mind but was quickly silenced by the now shoving crowd behind them.  Now, as everyone has finally gotten off the airship, the group of teenagers now found themselves staring up at a towering, barrel-chested man who’s brown overcoat was nearly too small for his arms.  His light brown face has a jovial smile, beaming with joy among his brown-grey bush that was his beard.  And honestly, he looked messy, hair and beard were disheveled, didn’t tuck in his dress shirt, pants were too baggy, etc etc.  Fists on his hips the headmaster drew in a large breath and said,

“Welcome to The Academy future Beacons of the world,!”  he boomed to everyone’s bewilderment “Bully on you for keeping up to good fight, I hope you will enjoy your time here with fondness and memories that shall last to the end of your days!  I am headmaster Micah Ortiz! Headmaster Izusa is in the main building now, making the final preparations for your innagura-”  Seeing a tawny hand raised he paused before saying  “ah yes child, do you have a question?” he yelled at a shocked and blinking Eir.

“Uhh, Headmaster, can ya tone it down a bit, I don’t think my ears can take it” they pleaded to the now confused headmaster.

“Nonsense child, this is my inside voice! Hahaha, but if you prefer, I’ll try and lower myself to a whisper!”  Which in his case was normal talking volume, as in Eir’s mind they had a newfound fear, what the heck is his outside voice then? “Now as I was saying, your inauguration is just in front of you, now then,”  with two claps of his hands a row of floating blue flames made a path forward, leading the group towards their destination.  And as they began their march forward, Eir with stars in their eyes excitedly bounded towards the headmaster.

“Oh! Headmaster, can you do magic?!” they asked excitedly to a hearty chuckle

“Hahaha, no I’m afraid, I’m a human as well my child, I only activated the trigger, now Izusa, she is indeed a magi, so be on the look for her, if she, shows herself that is” he spoke less enthusiastically at the last part. To this answer, Eir groaned disappointingly but immediately perked up into a bit of confusion at the last statement, shrugging and just assuming the headmaster was being weird again they continued the march as the Headmaster continued to talk, almost as if he needed no air with how long he went on.  But finally, they reached the main building, it seemed like a regular university, wide brick building with beautiful Greco-Roman inspired architecture, but unlike most this too has many scars across its walls.  And around its structure were an assortment of runes, etched into the earth around it, all humming with a rainbow of magic energy, while on its flanks were two cannons and automagic guns respectively.

      Making their way through the wooden double doors, they saw a moving mural across its walls, an owl soared forward in the sky with a scroll and magic in each talon, its space patterned body leaving a multicolored trail in its arc, as jutting up from the ground stood a bi-horned lion atop a jagged cliff of rocks which transitioned into a new form. A monkey made of ink hung from its tail painting another splatter of art which revealed a flaming nine-tailed fox, growling and sneering as in its stalk, ultimately gave way to unicorn stampeding forward, blazing the path with a storm left in its wake.  Most of the people looked upon this mural with awe, as they began to follow the headmaster to the last of the blue flames, creaking open the dual doors, the headmaster ushered the students to their seats, but surprisingly, a few rows were already filled by a number of other students before.  And in Eir’s case, they got sat beside a boy with a messy Afro and skin that was black as the night sky with a blue nebula patterned across his body. He looked like an embodied, specifically the void it seemed.  His black sclera sapphire eyes gazed at Eir with brief interest before he gave them a back nod saying,

“Sup, names Orion” he said nonchalantly, his baritone voice had a slight drawl to it as he spoke

“Heya, I’m Eir, nice to meet ya, guess you’re from the south huh?”  Eir was kicking themselves for that, dang it books, why didn’t you teach me conversation skills they thought as Orion gave them a chuckle as he said

“Heheh, Naw, brah, toootally from California maaan~” he smirked playfully as Eir scoffed,

“Oh I do declare, you’ll have to forgive good sir, I had no idea” they fired back with an accent of their own, and then afterward the two began to hit it off as the loud headmaster joined a bored-looking woman.  Her skin was a deep brown and bore wood-like patterns, while in contrast her “Hair” was made of an assortment of fall colored leaves with a green vine wrapping around her head, it seems most of her hair matched the winter season as beyond this short canopy of hair are two yellow-black rams horn.  She wore a tattered patchwork hooded brown cloak and some formfitting pants with a pair of cowboy boots.  But the thing that was the most shocking about her was that she was armed to the teeth.  At her back was a hunting rifle and bow, across her waist was a utility belled with bullets, a grappling hook, a pistol, and a knife.  Oh, and she had a quiver strapped to her left thigh.

Headmaster Ortiz made his way atop the stage as he stood in front of two podiums, and five other individuals sitting on both wings of said structures.  One was made of metal, and painstakingly crafted with many details, meanwhile the other seemed to erupt from the ground in a mixture of branches, roots, and vines to make a podium made of plant life with at its base, a single arrow made of wood and vines impaled to the stage floor.

As the students began to chatter once more Headmaster Ortiz began to sigh fondly, but as he was about to say something he saw Izusa get up with a pistol in hand, eyes widening, he mouthed no, as he caught eyes with the masked headmaster who only rolled her eyes before, bang, bang two shots from her revolver rang out, silencing the kids as she motioned them towards her fellow master, who was massaging his head for a moment, whether it was from stress or the sound no one knew.

“A-ahem, thank you Headmaster Izusa, for that sporting assistance in starting things off. Children, thank you for your patience, I am sure you’re all excited to begin your time as beacons in training, or in other words, Torches.  Bully for you!  All of you are about to carry a long history on your backs, one spanning from the earliest formation of Humans and Magi, the beacons to fight against the shadows which plague our peoples since our incep-”

“Alright let’s get down to the point, what classes will y’all be?  Alchemist, Guerilla, Artificer blah blah blah” Izusa interrupted with a hand on her hip to which she saw Micah cough into his hand

“Very well put Headmaster Izusa, as you’ve just heard Beacons indeed have a number of fields, five of which to be exact which we specialize in. And now, please welcome to the stage our professors!”  One by one five teachers strolled forward, and as each person walked into the light, each headmaster traded introductions.

“Professor, Alexander Blum!”  Leaning back from his non-mic, the Headmaster motioned his arm to present a man with large wild silver locks with the strongest cheekbones you’ve ever seen across his pale, wrinkled skin.  He dressed in a black overcoat with red velvet lining. Each of his steps echoed across the wooden stage as his amber eyes stared through every student with a ruthless analysis.  

“After Mr.Grumpy over there we have, Alto Jackson, the Artificer professor” Izusa droned as with clicking heels, there now stands a middle-aged man with dark brown skin and a short cloud where his hair should be, and arcing through said black cloud were arcs of grey lightning, his relaxed sky blue eyes studied the kids with a calm smile across his face, jazzily tapping he nodded at the two headmasters as they continued

“Professor of the Guerilla class, Arthur Dutch!” Micah said as a fair-skinned man with a dust-stained black cowboy stalked forward, flipping a knife lazily in his hand before tipping his hat with a whistle in the kid’s direction. And at his side walked stood an Asian woman with a long raven braid spilling across her shoulder while she wore a flowing coat which stretched to her thighs with a  metal-plated skirt above her dark grey pants tucked into a pair of combat boots, as at her side are two blades, sheathed on her left hip.  One a katana and the other a tanto. She bore a playful grin and with a light chuckle politely waved at the students

“Professor Cahira everyone, go on Headmaster Megaphone lets get to the fun part”

“Hahahaha, very well, last but not least allow me to introduce Professor Aisha  El-Said” And after his words, a woman wearing a green hijab stood in the middle of the teachers with a pair of goggles atop her head, while the rest of her clothes were a fusion of comfortable and durable. At her waist was a collapsed jade staff flowing with magic energy.  With a booming clap, the human headmaster began to speak/yell once more,

” As my co-Headmaster said, it is indeed time for the fun part.  Our professors have made a special treat for all of you.  Thinking it not sporting to have you all choose without any incentive, they’ve decided to give you a demonstration so to speak, now then, Headmaster Izua, if you would do the honors!” smirking wickedly Izusa upholstered her rifle and shot three bullets into the air above everyone, but when they expected to hear nothing, the sound of metal getting struck whiled their head around every which way, as the sound of monstrous growling and ear-splitting cries sounded behind them as in an instant, a pack of shadows surged towards the students, appearing similar to deranged, inky black coyotes, but before even a hair of the shadows touched them, massive roots broke through the earth and ensnared the shadows, as looking upon the stage, they saw Professor Blum with a conductor stick in hand was leading the trees like a masterful orchestra.  

      And after writing in the air an orange circle of runes burned in the sky, as he took in a deep breath and blew a plume of fire towards the trapped shadow, incinerating it and the root to ashes.  Fixing his cuff-links, he stiffly raised his stick into the air as an assortment of rocked erupted above, but in an instant, the patters of feet sounded as Cahira dashed atop the newly erected rock mass, slicing one coyote in half, before instantly kicking one to the earth, rolling in the air she launched her blade towards the stunned form of the shadow as it pierced its body instantly as she gracefully landed upon the pommel of her blade, as it now sits among the inky remains of the shadow as she patted Eir on the head.

       Flicking his hat Arthur snapped his hands to his side as in between each knuckle now sat eight knives, each flowing with black-purple energy.  Throwing his blades one after another he caused each one to ricochet off the other, sending them arcing at multiple other shadows, impaling each through the head without breaking a sweat.  But right when they were about to move again, the energy encased them rapidly before they were destroyed in an instant.  It seems despite his appearance, Arthur was a void magi.  And to his left, there was Alto, digging in his tuxedo’s chest pocket he pulls out a paintbrush and dabs it twice on the paint-stained cloth on his waist, and as some shadows were about to attack some students he drew two clouds of paint in the sky and blew them forward as they surrounded the students and rained fire and lightning respectively on the shadows.

      And while this was happening, Aisha launched her uncollapsed javelin at the shadows and impaled one to the ground, hopping off the stage, she landed next to her staff and lifted it from the ground, with the shadow still attached she twirled and swung it at the other pack member, careening them both to the base of the stage before spearing them through.  Another coyote tried to bite at her but she slammed the other end of her staff upon its head, destroying it instantly. And now there stood each professor, each finished with their assailant, each seemingly saying now choose.

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Chapter 2: Class decisions and dorm warfare for the win!

introduction, Ch.1

Note to self: next time Bean and Merlin fight, get popcorn, and maybe grab wall rubble, I’m not a hoarder, scouts honor~

     I looked up at the teachers with stars in my eyes, everyone was so cool!  Plus, I got a head pat-so that’s even better!  Ugh, why’d you guys have to make so hard to choose a class, hmmm let’s put our suspects, up shall we?  Looking at the professors, I saw the grumpy Alchemist guy, his pale wood patterned skin shone in the lights above as once more those dang amber eyes of his bore into my mind.  Like chill man, how can putting a baton in your jacket be mind warfare?!  Huff, he looked so cool during the show but ehhh, too strict for me.  

 Well, Rasputin’s a no I guess, number 2, Louis Armstrong, seems like a fun guy, buuut I have no musical talent, got two left feet, voice sounds like a banshee bleh, ain’t a good fit.  It’s not you Louis it’s me, sorry man. Onto suspect 3, Hobo Billy the kid, chill, kinda dusty, but I’m not stealthy, wouldn’t have light-up shoes if I was after all.  Suspect 4 come on down!  Here we have Joan of Arc, awesome sword wielder and dealer of cherished head pats, 9/10 we might have a winner here people.

 Now onto suspe-oh no megaphone man’s back, just in case, I pulled my beanie over my ears, no hearing loss for me.  

 “Ah, jolly good show everyone!  It was quite a sight to see, I must say, now children, if that display did not solidify your choice-well buck up!  We’ve decided to allow our professors the chance to remind you of their profession and the meaning behind each class!  And remember no class is better or worse than the ot-”

 “Guerillas are best, don’t listen to the loudspeaker” Izusa jabbed in

 “Heheheh, Izusa I am glad for your class pride still runs deep, but we are headmasters, after all, we need to be unbiased!  Let our bright youths decide for themselves!”

 “Unbiased, you have your freaking Knight necktie on” She fired back motioning to his stripped blue silver tie which he straightened. 

 “Well, of course, one must never forget their roots after all, and even though I myself favored our knights here, this is not-” Before he could finish, a sharp  “Shush” interjected.  Professor Blum strode forward hand massaging his temple.

 “If we listen to this squabble any longer, we shall not move anywhere, and I would like to return to my facility before night comes if you don’t mind.” Fixing his overcoat, the amber eyes of the earth magi quickly returned to the crowd, piercing them with a cool stare as he began to speak once more.

 “To you lot” he admonished us snapping his arm, “Listen well, for I shall only say this once.  Despite what the news or the media has led you to believe, Alchemists are those who study and pick apart the gears of magic and the world for all its worth.”  When he said news and media he spat out each word as if it were venom in his mouth, and as he began to go on, the methodical style of his speech began to ebb more into a stately passion. 

 “We are no mere scientists, we are alchemists! The fusion of creativity and scientific reasoning to understand, this little thing we call magic.  Despite the moniker of “Youngest class,” Human, Magi, or whatever in between that’s shuffled about on this rock has always been curious of this force in our world.  Whether you trace our origins to the wizards and warlocks of old, or to the Alchemists of which we’ve gained our title, we are both and neither of our predecessors!” 

      Pacing a bit, he calmed his voice back down as he continued on, “Were our ancestors simply explored the capabilities or tried to pick apart magic for their own uses, we have a different goal.  We carry the light of knowledge, illuminating the unknown for our fellow people so that they may find comfort in said findings.  If you choose this path, burn this into your mind! If you have no passion or hunger for finding the secrets of magic and our world, then as soon as you enter my facility, you. shall. be. Gone!  I do not want to hear your complaining, “Oh it’s too hard,” or, “ Oh, it’s too boring” for if I see one hint of uninterest in your eyes, I'll throw you out myself! For if you have no passion or drive in your field what is the point of you?  Now then,”  

 After a long sigh, he quietly composed himself, “if you feel this is right for you, step forward now.” he crooned out. And to my left, I felt a rustle beside me Orion groaned up and walked towards the old magi, he gave me a two-finger salute and lazily walked forward.  And as everyone saw him go, bit by bit more people stood in front of Rasputin, as each was handed some black clothes in a bag.  And as if on cue, a sharp whistle broke the silence, bringing all our eyes on Billy the kid.

 “Alright, kiddos eyes on me for a sec’. Thanks to ole grandpa given that essay, I’ll be straight with ya.  Guerillas are the rebels, outlaws, anarchists, or whatever they call us now.  Where there's some rules we break 'em, were there's laws we go past 'em. We be the judge of those in power, that roarin' flame under they feet that keep our leaders in check. And if they go too far, well, this lil' fire finna burst into an inferno I'll promise ya that.  If ya got freedom and rebellion in ya chest. We yo people, see a riot, we in there, see a protest, we in there, and if you see a revolution? Hoo boy, you sure as heck know we in there! We carry the light of freedom and change, always there to stop a leader if they go too far and if they do, we gon' hold 'em accountable and make somethin' new.  If my words struck home, we be happy to have ya, welcome to the family kiddos.” legs dangling over the stage the professor watched as the future Guerillas approached, heck even one girl flew up and gave a high five to him.  Thanks to her wings, she was an air magi, had some golden-brown wings and storm grey hair, and perched atop the stage as her classmates rushed up too.

             At my right, I heard a grunt as freaking Joan of Arc hopped off her pommel and kicked the sword in her hand like it was nothing!  Yup, definitely joining her I don’t care what anyone says-Imma be a knight!

 “Heh, alrighty, may as well start, hmph” She grunted, holding her sword in a rigid pose.  If I’m being honest her face looked like she was constipated “to be a knight you be gallant, focused measured precise and powerful, my children take up arms your calling is nye it is time for a crusade!  We shall take back the holy land,Deus vult, DEUS VU-pfffft, heheheh, sorry I had to” she chuckled leaning on her sheath “Oh, that never gets old, ok serious time now” she took in a breath to speak but

 “Ah, it seems the impossible did happen, you being serious” Rasputin interjected walking past her, to this he received a light snicker

 “Listen I can be serious sometimes, on occasion, when I feel like it, every few years.  But, as I was saying before mister essay interrupted me, Knights are old as heck alright, we’re the first beacons, defend people for generations, all that good stuff.  But just cause we got knight in our name, don’t mean we’re Chivalrous, glistening warriors who vanquish evil to the ends of the earth that’s only a third of the pie, we’re not just warriors, we’re healers and guardians kids.  The sword, shield, and healing hand, we become that light.  We guard against the dark and give people a haven.  In more than one way!  So,” she said resting her sword over her shoulders,

“If you want to be a knight, grab some chainmail and a tunic from the stage and come to my class tomorrow.  I’d be happy to have you” She winked strolling out.  Yeeep, I’m all in let’s freaking go!  I cheered in my mind, but I had a feeling I had a dopey smile on my face all the same.

             After that, not much else happened, learned about the other two classes, Artificers, basically artists, builders, and all that fun stuff that entertains or helps people. And seekers, explorers, and stuff, always run headfirst into the unknown and hard to pin down.  But by the end I got some bag of clothes and a rune stone. It was a smooth navy-blue rock with a messed-up F burnt into it.  It felt warm and hummed a bit in my hand as I turned a bit, it was like a weird magic compass to my dorm I guess, this is so cool!  Welp, into your prison-I mean my bag little guy.  As I was putting my stone back in my bag, a gun shot made me nearly drop it on the ground.

 “Gah!  what is this, give Eir a heart attack day?!” I mumbled clamping my stone as Headmaster Ortiz cleared his throat.

 “Knights, Alchemists, Seekers, Guerillas, and Artificers, thank you all for continuing in the protection of Human-Magi kind.  This is the first step of your journey as Beacons!  For even having the courage to step up this far, you should be proud!  Bully indeed for you!  I already can see great potential in all of you, all I can say is good luck, and may your lights always shine bright.” He finished his final speech and gave us all a hearty laugh and warm smile before walking into the back as Izusa made her way to speak.

 “Alright Torches, like the headmaster megaphone said, this is your start, remember you all wanted this, so get ready, tomorrow starts four years of hell, have fun~” she sang away into the darkness from whence she came.

             After the speeches of fluff and doom we all dispersed to our new dorms, which for some freaking reason was on the of the fort!  School’s in the middle, makes sense, access to everything, but the dorms. At the very edge of the freaking coast, who designed this and where can I smack them with my bag?  I’m going helicopter them so bad won’t know what hit them.  But still, I walked to my dorm.  Weird F rune dash 5 as the stone in my hand vibrated more and more the closer I got to my door.  The jade-gold rune patterned carpet sat atop a shining wood floor and the air had a scent of strangely chocolate, and fire?  

 “Who’s burning something?” I thought aloud, but right as the words came out of my mouth, the wall right across from me shattered as a flaming girl bulldozed through while a hand patted me on the head.  Whirling my head from side to side I saw Orion standing besides me snickering at the dragon girl.  She had two jagged black horns sticking out of her messy flame like curls.  She was short but had a stocky frame, I think I even saw a few muscles if I’m being honest.  And as I saw her gold eyes stare daggers at Orion(nickname still pending) a wicked smile seared across her face, disrupting the red scales upon her cheeks.

 “Orio get back over here so I can hit ya!” She growled in her rough voice, to which Orion strolled across from me with a playful shrug

 “nahhh, don’t really feel like it sunflower, good offer though, you’re getting’ better at em, I’m proud!”

 “Tsk, I told ya before, I ain’t no little flower, I am the sun!” she yelled crouching down for probably another charge.  Orion chuckled as he held his free hand at his ear

 “Uh, say that again white dwarf, I ain’t hear ya~” he teased, and at that my eyes even glared at him,

 “Please don’t my ears have suffered enough for a day!” I groaned,

       But as at the girl, it seemed like she physically had a tick mark on her head as the whole room heated up to 90 degrees. I had to take off my hat and fan myself, what the freak did he say to make her that mad? But unfortunately, I got no answer as the girl barreled forward with a battle cry.  Careening towards Orion before I saw him poof out of existence in a blue flash before reappearing behind the solar magi.  He placed a hand on her back and caused it to steam, but what instantly caught my attention was two words that slithered from his mouth.

 “Liga Hostem” he said, and yanked his hand back as multiple black and blue chains wrapped around the girl, battling against the fire and the light she gave off.  Making the hallway as wicked battle of heat and cold. Gasping from excitement I rapidly said

 “You used a binding spell!  It’s not the full incantation but that’s still awesome!  Wait, your element doesn’t usually go into that unle-“

 “let’s save this for later, I ain’t tryin’ be bbq magi over here”  to further his point the girl took in a deep breath and bellowed out a stream of flames in the boy’s direction, cursing under his breath Orion slammed his hand on the ground and cried

 “Fortifico!” as a black and blue hexagon of swirling void, blocked the incoming flames, and as soon as the barrier was released, the girl charged forward with an knee aimed at Orion’s fac, he rolled back and threw a punch at her stomach, but she brushed it to the side.  Back and forth they parried and dodged each other’s blows like clockwork.  Oh I wish I had popcorn, this is so good, but sadly before the fight could continue, the door behind me slammed open as I saw a baby face looking Asian guy with, a long, rat tail… Oh its him, time to give him a piece of my wait why is he my dorm mate?!

 “QUIET” the pale faced boy roared, on his face was now a pair of jade, metallic looking goggles, and as soon as he looked at the two magi his face grew a face of sheer disgust. “Ugh, just typical of their kind, arrogant and loud beyond measure. You two, cease this disturbance immediately, I am trying to work. “ he screamed in his childlike voice waving a large wrench at the two.

 “Hey, angery baby man, shush.” Said angery baby man looked agasp and was about to say something before I said

“Oi, ya owe me an apology from earlier, what was your deal?” I demaded looking over my shoulder

 “just my luck, of course I’m roomed with you of all people.” He rolled his eyes

 “Me of all people?!  Square up baby man, lets go!”

 “First of all, I am not, a baby man.  My name is Lin Su-Wang, and I am not fighting a munchkin.”

             And this is how this went for like thirty minutes, four people either fighting or yelling at each other before, nothing, I really can’t remember what happened afterwards, only thing is I woke up with a pain in my neck for some reason.  Weird, buuut yeah, this was one interesting first day.

 Day one-completed! :)

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Second Character, Lin Su-Wang, the angery baby man

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Introduction

                ☀History notes-1☀

          Date- January 17th, 20XX AD            

 If rescued from the bag, please return to Eir 

~For as long as anyone can remember there’s always been two races who are in charge of everything.  Those are Humans(boring, good builders, pretty strong and sturdy I guess) and Magi(Awesome magic users who can control magic cause they’re beast like that!) Fossils of each of these races originated around the crater of Ethiopia at around the same time but seem to have diverged a lot on the evolution family tree you could say.  Humans focused on surviving through tools, tech, and other...boring things, whereas Magi became one with magic!  They gained an internal magic source from the 5 elements:

            Air(caw, caw mother truckers!)

             Earth(I’m the juggernaut!)

    Water(Wassup brah, let’s catch some waves)

     Solar(I. AM. THE SUUUUUUUUN!!~T. Sol)

Void(Brrr, give me all the Knowledge! I need me fix!)

These elements and magic itself for that matter makes the world what it is, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything!  Well, save for the shadows.  But then again, that’s what my friends and I are here for!

Ch.1, ch.2