MSA School festival -Qualeh- by Corcon, literature
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MSA School festival -Qualeh-
Qualeh Had First shift running the stall for the Enchanting class. They were trying to recoup some of the (significant) expenses that they had incurred over the school year by selling items they made. Most of the items were harmless baubles, lots of good luck charms, a few that would help you find your soulmate, a self-heating pot, and stuff like that. Most of the attention was on the Chorus and Dance groups downstairs, but he couldn't honestly claim to mind the slow traffic.
Sounds from the Chorus could actually be heard through the floor, which was a touch odd, but not unpleasant. They'd been practicing hard for their recitals, though
Qualeh went to the metalworking shop to think, finding that he could always think more clearly if he was working on something... a brooch, he thought, something small. Probably better if he worked on his detail work.
So, Leo's a demon... I can't honestly blame him for hiding that fact, but it could have put Klayton and I in danger. How can I trust either him or his brother, or take care of him if I don't know what to expect? Had I been flinchier or less observant, he might have gotten killed. He couldn't have known I was that disciplined. Then again, he could have just gone off the fact that most people WOULD hide? No, that can't be,
"I lay in wait in coldness and darkness but yet I shine bright and hot waiting for a master to weild me and use me to shape a work of art. Hrmph, seems easy enough." Qualeh noted, pulling the raven-themed hood and mask back over his head, before conjuring a raven. "Messenger, head over to the metalworking room and do a bit of preliminary searching." He tossed the raven into the air, and it flew off.
Qualeh made his way towards building two, taking note of the varied costumes, many more ambitious than his own. He made it the rest of the way without anything suspicious or bamboozling occurring. The raven he conjured was hopping around th
MSA - Action-packed crafting by Corcon, literature
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MSA - Action-packed crafting
Returning from the nurse's office with a repaired hand and foot, Qualeh decided to kill the remaining time by figuring out some of the properties of the stick and metal. He first stopped by the dorm to tell Malati where he was going and to invite her along. He wasn't terribly surprised that she declined and chose to continue making herself at home in the dorm.
Qualeh wandered over to the metalworking room, and set to work. He started by clipping some of the smaller branches off of the lavender-colored wood to test individually. He set aside one of the lumps of metal to test, and the other he reserved for crafting. He started testing the
MSA - Adventures in the Void by Corcon, literature
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MSA - Adventures in the Void
While waiting for Klayton to arrive, and Malati was busy wandering the halls in an attempt to get a feel for the building, Qualeh decided to check out the storage room. It was as spotless as the rest of the dorm, but was less well-lit. It was illuminated by a single light bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling. The room was empty save for an old wooden chest tucked in the corner. Qualeh glanced around, pretty sure he was the first to show up. If it wasn't his, and nobody else could have put it there, he assumed it was some manner of room-setup basics.
He opened the chest, curious to see what the school had donated to their room, and
Qualeh furtively glanced into his new dorm, it seemed he was the first one to move in. He supposed that wasn't particularly surprising, given that he was watching the development more closely than most. He slipped in, and gestured the summon he had carrying his stuff to follow. The room itself was sparse, though the paint was done well. The beds weren't claimed ahead of time, so he helped himself to the one farthest from the bathrooms.
He ushered in his summon before dismissing it, dropping his stuff into a heap at the foot of his bed. He started by packing his clothes into the dresser, and tucked Memorian beneath his pillow after a qui
Fresh home from the first day back at MSA, one of the first things Qualeh did was pull off his uniform to change into his regular clothes, the layers of wards and enchantments fitting him like a glove. He sat down to check the rules regarding the uniforms.
"There are no restrictions on enchanting uniforms, so long as they continue to be distinguishable as Moonstone academy uniforms. Hrm!" He stretched and pulled himself to his feet. "I guess it's shopping time." He hurried off towards some of his main suppliers.
While Qualeh wouldn't call Felix a friend, he had been a help when Qualeh was at his worst and needed to hide away. 'An inve
The sun was shining, which was good. It reminded Qualeh of home, despite the significantly higher humidity. He shook his head, no time to lollygag, he had practice to do. A wave of his hand left a trail of smoke. The mist tried to condense into insects, as it normally did, but that was not the point of the exercise. Qualeh swept his hand back through, disrupting the forming swarm, and thickening the smoke. He swept his hand perpendicular to the cloud, and grasped the forming entity in in.
It was still fluid and chaotic, as the smoke couldn't flow into its normal form. He murmured the word 'snake' to himself repeatedly, and imparted th
The assignment was, in theory, insultingly easy. Use magic in a manner that makes everyday life easier, and in a manner that isn't in any violation of school or national laws. Qualeh overheard some of the other students complaining about it being a waste of time, but he was worried. Most of his abilities were prone to cause most situations to become worse.
Becoming smoke would make most things hard, as he couldn't interact with anything. Breathing a cloud of noxious smoke would, obviously, result in a cloud of noxious smoke. His only real hope would be summoning a swarm, which had its own set of flaws.
He could only direct the swarms l
The weaponcrafting shop had a unique smell, metallic with a hint of acid, and some aromatic herbs mingled with the incense that tried its hardest to combat the warring odors of alchemy, forging, and enchanting that permeated every crack of the room. In the center of the room was an ingenious combination of dispenser and smelter, the student would need only state the material and quantity, and it would be poured from one of the ports into whatever mold the student had prepared. Drains were also present below these ports to catch and recycle the inevitable spills from the inevitable student that was too slow, too overeager, or two generous wi