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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:45 am
introduction
 This is the journal of Trielnolu Baen'duis. Please, do not post here unless you are staff. introduction|navigation|information|interactions and acquaintances|growth progress|miscellaneous
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:46 am
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introduction
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growth progress
miscellaneous
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:49 am
social information
common name: Trielnolu
religious affiliation: worshipper of Lolth
house: Baen'duis (Twentieth House)
origin: Llurth'Dreir
gender: female
age: approximately 60
stage: dalharil
class: el'faeruk
general
skin tone: light charcoal
eye color: garnet red
hair color: platinum with lavender tips
height: 5' 8"
weight: 160lbs
markings: none
nicknames: Tri-no, Nolu
personality: proud, competitive, insecure, occasionally vicious, ambitious
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:50 am
interactions
awkward meetings (completed)
Tri-no meets Kai and has an uncomfortable conversation.
My mommy doesn't like me more! (completed)
Tri-no goes on a shopping trip with her mentor and meets a fellow under-appreciated mage.
A series of Letters (in progress)
Letters are exchanged between Tri-no and Mas.
acquaintances
Kai - an assassin, possibly useful, but may not like me, exquisite taste in accessories
Mas D'aun - another mage, family issues, not a bad sort
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:51 am
growth progress
journal entries: 12
in-progress roleplays: 0
completed roleplays: 2
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:52 am
miscellaneous
name origins
Baen'duis: "Blessed by the Whip" Trielnolu: "Winged Artist" family/house informationBaen'duis is a family in which domination and mastery have been taken to new levels. All females learn to wield a whip with deadly precision if need be, but they can also use their whips more gently. Some are evan capable of making the lash less like a beating and more like an erotic caress, they are so skilled, and such women are given positions of power and authority regardless of age or how close the ties of blood are. Their way of paying homage to Lloth is centered on penance for wrong-doings, which comes in the form of a lashing, naturally. Self- or assisted-flagellation is a common practice. In a religious ferver members of Baen'duis have been known to whip themselves into a semi-delirious euphoric state which is said to produce visions of Lloth. On the whole, they are not particularly ambitious socially, being content to practice their version of Lloth's religion in a peace which would not be afforded to them were they in the upper echelons of Southdark society. Historically, Baen'duis was once a great house, but when their Matron found an alternative means of worshipping Lloth she fell away from societal intrigues and in a fit of religious zeal pared down her house only to those she considered true believers. At that point, her house lost its standing completely, and so they live on the fringes of society, producing fairly remarkable individuals on a surprisingly regular basis and sending them out to be trained, but Baen'duis cleaves more closely to its secrecy and solitude - and solidarity - than most. family tree post colorTri-no posts in darkviolet.
drow sprite
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:49 pm
Ten years ago, more or less, I informed my aunt, the head of the Baen'duis family, of the perversion taking place beneath her very nose, involving her favorite niece and her older brother. I have never regretted the action. Betrayal is natural to our kind, and vengeance more so. Shrisin has always been the perfect daughter of Baen'duis, flawless in our aunt's eyes, and I thought that this indiscretion of hers would lose her the high status she held, and perhaps maneuver myself into her position.
To an extent, I was successful. Valyrr was punished, first beaten to within an inch of his life, and then incarcerated in the pit to await our aunt's final judgment. Shrisin was also beaten badly. She was nearly a month in recovery. However, her status as our aunt's heir apparent was not revoked, and she was still sent away to the seminary, to train to become a priestess of the Goddess. That, in itself, is a marker that her position has not been lost yet.
Still, I have reason to hope. If, perhaps, Shrisin manages to fail, that would be to the good. Myself, I go to train as a mage soon, and although magecraft is not as important to Baen'duis as being a priestess, it is important, and when my powers are developed and under my total control, I will be more valuable. Baen'duis has not had a mage in many years. Not since I was very young, certainly. My aunt had her killed for questioning our worship practices. She was not of the family. She couldn't possibly understand.
But I do, and I am faithful to the worship of the Spider Queen. I am not a freak like my cousins are. I am truly the embodiment of what it means to be a member of the Baen'duis family. I should be our next leader, and when I am, I will restore Baen'duis to our former glory. We will be great, as soon as I can be certain Shrisin is no longer a threat to me. I will make that my goal.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:26 pm
A spider has taken up residence in a corner of my room. I am not sure how I should take this? Spiders are, of course, sacred to Lloth, and so it would seem superficially that I have been granted a mark of favor. Unless it is a warning from the Goddess, though of what she should warn me, I cannot imagine. I have been nothing but loyal to her. Additionally, it is a known fact that one who is in Lloth's favor may be allowed to conduct Lloth's sacred creature to go where she wills it, in which case the spider may be a spy for someone. For now I shall do nothing, but I will visit the family temple and pray for guidance.
There are few priestesses in the family temple now. My aunt, of course, is a high priestess, ordained by the seminary school and able to commune the most closely with the Spider Queen. There are perhaps four other priestesses, none of them ordained as my aunt was, one of them my cousin, Laelafae. Also, my older sister, Malree, is a priestess there. She was never sent to the seminary, but she had a calling to the Goddess, and our aunt welcomed her. Our aunt has no plans for Malree beyond the worship of the Goddess.
Malree was misnamed. "Secret Secret" indeed. Malree was named so because our mother had her without her sister's permission. She had been ordered to bear no children until her other sister, the mother of Valyrr and Shrisin, had bourne a girl-child. That girl-child was Laelafae, who is as deliriously devoted to her religion as Malree. More so, really, which makes her utterly useless to our aunt except as a priestess. Neither will ever rise beyond the status they currently occupy. My aunt's punishment for my mother's disobedience was a vow that no daughter of hers would ever head the Baen'duis family.
You can see my problem, then, and why I must be exemplary in all that I do. Or kill my aunt. I would rather come to power by her hand, but if she hs not named me her successor by the time I complete the first stage of my training as a mage, I will kill her, or have her killed. It's that simple.
Now I'm off to pray for guidance and maybe do some penance. It's easier to do it often, so that the penitance is not so violent.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:19 am
While out and about my business early today, my attention was drawn by a pair of very attractive combs. I initially thought that the person who wore them was a girl, so slender and lithe was he, but such was not the case. As it turned out, he was a son from a merchant family training to be an assassin. He is not native to Llurth Dreir, but he claims to have been here before, with his family. Whether that's true or not is immaterial. His name, by the way, is Kai. Or so he introduced himself. Again, whether that's true or not is immaterial.
I don't know exactly what prompted me to invite him to come back to the manor with me. Certainly the guards didn't look pleased about my companion, but it is not their place to have opinions. Besides, if they're as good as they think they are, I should have been in no danger from a student-assassin. I took him to the manor and showed him the hall of ancestors. I told him about my family. I think that may have been a mistake, because it was evident that he did not approve of how we worship. He clearly found it aberrant and unnatural.
I also don't know why I wanted so much for Kai to approve of me. Perhaps because he is, after all, a killer. Or he will be. It would be nice to have an assassin as a companion, even if he is male, and Kai seemed to be well suited to his chosen profession. He was circumspect and taciturn and observant. Still, there is no reason I should seek his approval as I did. It was, in fact, a rather disgusting display when I tried to ingratiate myself with him by asking him out for drinks, and thinking on it shames me. Also, he refused my offer. Perhaps I will tear these pages from my journal once I have finished purging my mind of the memories of this less-than-wonderful day.
Who does he think he is, anyway? I'm going to be a great mage and lead Baen'duis to prominence and power. He should be lucky to lick the ground I've troden. I wash my hands of him. Making his acquaintance was an error, but it is unlikely we shall ever meet again, so that is that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 11:36 am
Today I moved into my quarters at the school of magecraft. I am still not certain if I am enthused or nervous. Naturally, I displayed neither emotion in the presence of my aunt, who has made it so clear to me that I am being granted a great privilege by being sent to study magecraft that I could hit her. She reminded me at least every quarter hour. She also took note of the spider in my room and dismissed its presence out of hand, saying that it was a corner spider, and it just happened to live in the corner of my room, which I wouldn't be occupying any longer, anyway, so it meant nothing. I hate her sometimes, and I hate my mother for provoking her. If she could have just controlled her libido for another year Laelafae would have been born, and then Malree wouldn't matter, and - more importantly - my aunt wouldn't have excluded my mother's family from the line of succession.
It made me less than happy to learn that I would be sharing my quarters with another student. I have not yet met my room companion, but she moved in before I did, which left me at a disadvantage, for she had already arranged the furniture in the receiving room to suit her tastes. Not that it was poorly arranged, but I cannot make my superiority evident unless I can somehow improve upon what she's done. The same liberty was taken with the personal room, which we also share. She decorated it with tasteful touches which look frustratingly nice. Fortunately, we have separate sleeping quarters, so perhaps I can outshine her in the opulence I have planned for my bedroom.
I spent the better part of the afternoon arranging my room to my liking. I thought about peeking into her bedroom, but on the off-chance that she knows how to spell a lock, I did not want to be embarrassed by falling prey to whatever spell she may have cast to keep me out. I have raw talent, but it is unschooled. I am the only mage in Baen'duis. There was no one to teach me. I hope the others who have come to this school are similarly impaired, or this will initially be a humiliating experience.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:30 pm
I did not have an opportunity to meet the girl in the other bedroom until lessons began this morning, when everyone else came into the classroom in pairs, and she and I were the only ones who entered singly.
She is detestable, and loathsome. She came in dressed in plain robes with simple, elegant lines, wearing the finery like one born to it and carrying an enormous tome of enchantments. The sort a mage only acquires or compiles after years of study. Also, she is beautiful. She wore her hair in a long, thick plait which fell over her shoulder like a shining white rope almost to her knees, and her nose is long and just a little upturned at the end. Her eyes are a lovely shade of red, like the seeds of a pomegranate, and her face is fine-featured. She moves without looking around her, but with an unconscious, infuriating grace.
She sat down beside me, as that was the only place left available, but I cannot help but think she also knew she would be shown off physically to the best advantage by sitting so near me. I am not as beautiful as she is. I am too heavy, for one thing, and I am not so serene. Not that serenity is exactly a desirable trait in a drowess, but I envy her calm. I was so nervous as I awaited the instructor's arrival.
No one spoke. We were all too busy sizing up the competition, except my roommate. I find that I have no idea what to expect from my classmates, except competition. Magecraft is not - not - like being a warrior, where one can know almost everything there is to know about an opponent just by seeing them. In magecraft, the least likely-looking person can have frightening amounts of power and contro, and it's impossible to tell until it's too late.
When the instructor came in I was taken aback by how young she was. She didn't look much older than I am. She wore plain black robes which hid much of her form, but she looked like she was significantly overweight, and not the kind of overweight one looks when one's pregnant, but simply fat. I couldn't believe a mage would allow herself to look like that. With magic to command, I would never gain weight. I forgot she was overweight, however, when she spoke, because her voice was low and smooth, like warm honey.
She told us that we would be taking a preliminary examination to determine how much we already knew about magic, and after that we would be tested to see how powerful we were, or had the potential to be. Despite how alarming her words were, I didn't feel any panic setting in as she handed each of us a thick sheaf of papers and a quill. It didn't take a genius to recognize that the quills would prevent us from writing words which were not our own. They had also been spelled, it seemed, not to require ink. Very practical.
I knew very little of what was on the preliminary examination. but that somehow did not bother me. I was still under the spell of our instructor's voice, I think. I would like to learn to do that. It could be incredibly useful.
For the second part of our examination, we were ourselves examined by a group of mages similarly garbed. They were of various ages and builds, though they were all female, thankfully. The second part of my examination felt far more intrusive than the physical examination I am forced to undergo once a year at my mother's request. I could feel their magic...investigating. I felt like I was found wanting. Finally I was asked to light a candle, and I did, and my examiner didn't say anything one way or the other, except to tell me I would know after dinner what my schedule was to be until further notice.
After dinner I learned that I was to be placed in a class with the lowest of the low, but at least I had not been dismissed. One girl, I heard, had been, though I have not yet found out which one. Not my roommate, sadly, but I don't know what class she's been put into, either. Probably an intermediate class, with older students. I suppose I'll find out tomorrow, but I burn with curiosity. Or maybe fever. Dinner tasted a little off.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 11:45 am
I have become accustomed to the routine of lessons and work over the last week. We wake at the ninth hour and then Ilphriina and I go through our morning rituals. She showers first, and rapidly, despite her long hair, which should take ages to wash and dry. While she does that, I plan my outfit for the day. Then she and I trade activities: I cleanse myself, and she dresses. I always feel that I am rushing as I dress, and my hair is always damp, but I know I look good, nevertheless. Ilphri, as she has asked me to call her, has offered to do my hair for me. She is very, very beautiful, and her hair always looks lovely, but I am not sure I wish to take her up on her offer. Not yet. Not until I know why she has made me this offer. She seems to bee a generous, kind person, but I am not so stupid as to trust that.
After we have readied ourselves, we go down to breakfast, which takes place at the tenth hour. By half past we have breakfasted and we are at our lessons by the eleventh hour. Our first lesson of the day lasts for two hours, and it is very boring. I often have to convince myself to attend this lecture, for it is only the history of magecraft in the Underdark. I could not care less, to be honest. This lesson is given by a young, vigorous-looking male mage. He seems genuinely fascinated by the subject, and I feel a little sorry for him, as none of his pupils are the least interested in his lecture, but I also find myself attracted to him. That is likely why I continue to attend his boring class.
Our next class is marginally more interesting: ethics and law of magecraft. Of course, there is no actual law regarding magecraft, and ethics are flexible in the Underdark, but the class leads to some lively debate, which the instructor somehow manages to keep non-violent. In this class there is much factionalism among those of various houses. Students who do not come from a particular house have their own, separate opinions. We discuss such matters as what is appropriate to do in the defense and attack of a house, and what kind of spells and skills ought to be permitted in covert and overt warfare. Whether it takes more skill and subtlety to kill someone through assassination or magic.
After this we break for an afternoon meal, and the reconvene for our practical lessons. These go well enough. Ilphri is in all of my classes, and she seems to have attached herself to me. She seats herself beside me in every lesson, even in our lessons in practical magic. Ordinarily I don't mind her proximity, though I know I do not look as attractive when she stands nearby, because she is a very calm person and it makes it easier for me to focus and concentrate when she is near. However, her mastery of her powers is far poorer than mine, and she has a distressing affinity for fire. As yet, I have not been set aflame, but things nearby have not been so lucky, and I fear it is only a matter of time.
The overweight mage we met during our trials is our instructor for practical magic. She is very, very critical of everything, but she has a skill for bringing out people's abilities. It's something about her voice. It is so low as to be a contralto, and every time I hear it, it is as if I am bespelled. She directs us, and we do not have to strive to obey. We do not get frustrated at our failures, nor do we become distracted by the actions of those around us. Ilphri is a notable exception, and she is frequently the object of our instructor's attention.
At the end of lessons, we have dinner, and then we retire to study our lessons over, since the first half hour of every lesson is devoted to testing us on what we learned in the lesson before. Ilphri stays up quite late studying diligently, though I only give what few notes I take cursory glances, and occasionally will supplement something I may have missed or misunderstood with information from one of the books I was instructed to purchase to help me with my studies. Ordinarily, however, I am only too happy to go to sleep. There is nothing else to do in this school. I already miss Llurth Dreir, where there is always some amusement to be had.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 8:44 pm
Mistress Brizthara, my instructor for practical magic, has taken an interest in me. An...interesting interest in me. At first, when she asked me to stay after class, I thought I had done something wrong, since she had been particularly harsh on me during the class immediately prior. I expected her to issue a critical lecture about my study habits, which would have been deserved, or even attempt a seduction. I did not expect her to pinch the skin of my forearm until I yelped. That isn't the way things are done here. This is a school of magic, where punishments for things are never physical in nature.
"What was that for?" I squeaked when I recovered from my surprise.
"All the flesh I gripped between my fingers is excess fat. You really ought to consider losing it before it adheres permanently to your bones," she said, seemingly unaware of the irony of someone her shape and size advising me to lose weight.
"So what if it does? It's my body and my life," I snarled, out of sorts and willing to take risks in my bad mood. "And who are you to talk? You weigh more than I do, and you're older, so your chances of losing the weight are even...slimmer."
She looked unperturbed by my attempted barb and unfolded a pair of spectacles from somewhere in her voluminous black robes and set them on her nose, I swear for the express purpose of being able to look down at me over them. It was effective, even if I was suspicious and somewhat aware of her methods of intimidation. If it works it works. I've never seen any drow wear spectacles before except those goggles surface raiders wear to protect their eyes from the harsh light of the world Above.
"I thought that might occur to you, since you're so clever. It's none of your business, but this is the result of a bargain I made many years ago. I will not go into the details of my bargain, for that is private, but let us say I am content with the condition of things as they stand. Also, let me remind you that this is not a natural state of being for me. I doubt you can say the same."
I darkened with rage and shame because she was correct. I have not always been well-pleased with my body, but I have not been able to stop gaining weight. I know I eat too much honey on my cakes, and I'm too fond of sweet things, but I have never before known that to have any sort of effect on one of my people. Our metabolisms are too quick: we just burn through any unhealthy foods we consume.
"What of it? Why does it matter to you?"
"There are certain parties who would take greater interest in you and your progress here if you were more aesthetically pleasing, and it would be in your best interest to have them do so."
"Why? Who?"
"That," she said, "I won't tell you. But consider it."
I am still considering it, and I know no more, even though we have had several conversations since then. Always she alludes to some mysterious person or persons who would be interested in me and my abilities if I were slender. I have made no effort to slim down, and I think this is out of perversity. I don't want my efforts to be to please someone else. But I think I may wheedle it out of her, given more time.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:02 am
Today has been an exciting day. We have progressed enough in our studies, Mistress Brizthara says, that we may now select the staff we will use to focus and store our power. I have admired this particular accessory for a very long time. Practically since I was old enough to realize I have different abilities from other drow, that I have magic. When I was younger I used to steal the major domo's staff of office and pretend it was a mage's staff. The poor male was too afraid of me to demand it back, or go to my mother or my aunt to make me give it back, so he was forced to go looking for it after I grew bored and hid it. I enjoyed our little game of hide-and-seek. However, I think I shall enjoy even more having a staff of my own.
We were taken into a room which practically hummed with power. Some people claimed it gave them headaches, but I thought they were only hoping to garner attention, and I paid them no mind. Mistress Brizthara apparently felt the same, for she ignored their complaints. Everyone else ignored them, too, because were all much too intent on what was going on. We had been learning about staffs for the past week, and it seemed almost unreal to think that we would be choosing our own, and it would be tailored to our exact specifications.
Brizthara detailed the procedure for choosing a staff. First we choose the material the staff will be made of. I had thought that a mage's staff could only be made of wood, but upon looking at rack after rack of staffs of various materials from wood to metal to glass to stone, I realized there was more to this than I had ever imagined. Brizthara went on to explain that the reason we choose the material for the staff first is because the staff takes the longest to form, as each staff is made to fit its bearer perfectly, and the school does not want us to choose our staff to match its focus.
Also, Brizthara informed us that most of us would feel an affinity for a particular material, but some would not. Those who did not were not to worry, they would just require some assistance. We were to wander around, look at everything, and feel free to touch anything we wanted to. most of the others started with the myriad samples of wood, running their hands over what may have been the first wood they'd ever seen or touched that close, wood being very dear in the Underdark. Others went to look at the precious metals. I walked over to the exotic materials, such as glass and crystal. I was hoping, I admit, to distinguish myself by feeling an affinity for something unique.
I felt nothing as I looked at glass, crystal, gemstones, or any other type of stone. When I moved on to metals, again I felt nothing. I told myself that it was just as well I had no affinity for these things, because it would be heavy to drag an iron or granite staff around everywhere, but I could not help envying the one girl who felt called to flashy pyrite. I reminded myself that pyrite is also known as fool's gold and went on to look at wood samples. To possess anything made of wood is a mark of status in the Underdark, but it seems that many drow mages bear wooden staffs, and I honestly did not want to feel common.
As soon as I drew near the woods, however, I knew I was in the right place. I ran one hand lightly over the samples of different kinds of wood, waiting to feel something to indicate that this was the one. At once, as though by wishing for it I had caused it to happen, I felt something like a shock. I looked down at the sample my hand was over. It was a dark, knot of wood which twisted around itself like a serpent. I called Brizthara over to tell her of my discovery. She nodded and told me it was called blackvine, and wasn't actually wood, but a vine. I asked what it meant and she looked at me oddly and said, "It means that your staff will be made of blackvine, and a damn pain for someone to make, since they'll have to convince it to grow more or less straight. I don't envy the elemental mage who has to make your staff."
Our materials were taken down and we were measured for height, handspan, and a number of other things. Then we were ushered into another room, filled with even more materials. These materials were to provide the focus for our staffs, the part at the top in which the majority of our magic is stored, and through which it is focused for use in spellcasting. In this room, we were to do as we had in choosing a material for the staff itself, but this time we were to keep the sample, because that very piece would be made into the focus. I was a little surprised to note that there were other things besides gemstones in the room. There were feathers, knots of wood, balls of twine, and even body parts from various creatures.
I went to those first, hoping none of them would appeal, and relieved when none did. I would not like to have an eyeball as my focus, or a heart. It would be very gruesome. I asked, though, how something which decayed could be a focus, and was told that necromancy was involved, and to be glad I didn't get along with them, since they tended to be animated when charged with magic, as they would constantly be when made into focii. I found my focus among the gemstones in the form of amethyst, but there was only ground up dust. I swept it into my hand and brought it to the staffmaster who had answered my question about the bodyparts. She looked at it and had me pour it into a leather pouch, which she then labeled with my name, and told me I was done, my staff would be ready in a few weeks at the latest.
I await its appearance eagerly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:29 am
My staff is finished. It's perfect. I am very impressed with the artisan-mage who crafted it. She (or he, I suppose) used the amethyst dust in a fascinating way, carving runes into the twisting head of my staff and filling the carvings in with the amethyst dust and sealing it. I had to look the runes up in one of the enormous tomes in the library to determine what they said. The process took hours, but I didn't want to ask for assistance. In the end I discovered that they are only my name written in the runic alphabet of spellcasters. I am amused, however, that my name is permanently written on my staff. No one will try to steal it, I guess. At least, they won't succeed very well if they do. Not with my name emblazoned in amethyst runes for everyone to see. I love my staff.
Equally exciting was the news which came with my staff: over the course of the next week, each of us would be chosen by a master mage to pursue our studies, which will now be much more hands-on, rather than theory-based. I am looking forward to that, as I find the theory classes I'm mandated into taking quite dull, whereas I enjoy my lessons in practical magic, even though they're still focusing on controlling our powers, and I feel I've mastered that particular skill, and I'm ready to move on. I was not the first student to be chosen out of my class. That honor went to a girl whose staff was made of bone and whose focus was obsidian. She was chosen by a mage rumored to be skilled at necromancy. I wonder if her selection was based on the materials for her staff, as we've practiced nothing resembling necromancy.
However, I was the second student chosen, and by Mistress Brizthara, surprisingly. At first I was so thrilled not to be chosen last by the assembled masters that it didn't even occur to me to wonder why Brizthara chose me. Later I wondered if she had been referring to herself when she mentioned an interested party, but I don't know why she would care so much about my weight in that case. I mean, I haven't lost any weight since she first spoke to me about the matter. It's a little confusing. I asked her later, while I was moving out of my shared quarters to move into a room adjoining hers, and she only told me that she didn't care, personally, if I got as fat as a dwarf, but there were other parties who did, and that she was not the highest authority in this school, after all.
The moving process was tiring because Brizthara would not let me touch any of my possessions, nor would she assist me in any way. I had to move my things by a combination of levitation and teleportation, which was not terribly difficult, but exhausting nonetheless. I think, maybe, I have too many things. Brizthara certainly seemed to think so, but I suspect she owns maybe one outfit for every day of the week and her staff, and that's it, so she's not exactly an unbiased judge. No matter. I have my staff, and my real training will begin soon!
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