The Young Apprentice ((Closed Rp))

[Arcenum]

The brisk cold air blew through Dun Morogh as a young man dressed in the green robes of the House Blackstone trudged through a foot of snow towards the gates of Ironforge. As the man reached the gate he began too look around hopefully for his new Master. Not seeing anyone he walks over too one of the braziers and begins to lower himself too wait. Just as he began to sit a horse came striding up the hill and towards the gate. Her robes were trippled with black and lined with gold, A sword of feiry fire hung at her back yet didn't make a mark upon her.

[Fellore]

The sound of hooves pound loudly against the icy earth; a horse, black as pitch, with a cowled figure atop race toward the gates of the Gates of Ironforge. spotting a character in green robes, she stops to ask, "Where is the one called Arcenum?" Remembering House Blackstone's description of Arcenum, she dismounts her horse and walks toward the green-robed humanoid. "You seek a teacher, do you not?"

[Arcenum]

The young mage mumbels quietly, cold breath smoking from his mouth. "Yes Lady Fellore. I have a document of recomendation from the Archmage of Ambermill..."

The mage reachs within his satchel and pulls out a scroll marked with the Dalaran sigil. As the mage holds the scroll out to you he begins too speak rather hurriedly. "I can assist you in several way, i learned the art of scribing mostly with translation of runes and glyphs if you would ever need book repairing or translating..." The mage suddenly stops talking realizing he's been rambeling on and looks too his feet still holding the scroll out rigidly.

[Fellore]

Upon taking the scroll she immediately rips the seal off, and hastily reads the first few words. After reading she glances back to the mage. "So, Arcenum, tell me, what have your previous instructors taught you about the art of magic?"

[Arcenum]

*Looks up from his feet and begins too speak trying to go slow.* "I learned up too a journeyman in Conjuration of food and items, and i passed frost and arcane with novice status...My fire skills are the most improved, however my levitation is decent...And thats about it, they didn't teach us much.

[Fellore]

"I suspected as much. You will learn from me the art of fire, however, you will learn it as no teacher in Dalaran would dare teach." Upon saying those words, she beckons for her new apprentice to stand and follow as she leads Arcenum away from the gates and into the wintry lands of Dun Morogh.

[Arcenum]

Quickly jumps up and makes off after his new Master all the while casting a spell sending a peice of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink floating in the air ready too take notes as they walk.

[Fellore]

After hours of hiking, Fellore and Arcenum pause to rest; spotting a small den nestled near a large hill, she quietly leads her young apprentice near the den. Stopping close to the den of wolves, Fellore and her new apprentice quietly whisper to avoid detection. "Arcenum, I have asked what you have been taught, now SHOW me how well your previous instructors have taught you. This den is, no doubt, full of wolves, and we need dinner. clear this den out with the fire spells you have learned."

[Arcenum]

Nods his head gravely at the chance to prove himself. Stepping out from the cover of the tree line he focues his mind and lets down a Flamestrike upon the ground at the den. As the wolves try too escape the burning den Arcenum steps closer yet and pushs his power into conjuring and throwing a moving ball of fire. As the first wolf scampers from the den entrance its caught in the ball and burst into flames! Using his powers of Tele. he picks the wolf up and throws it off too the side. As the mother wolf attempts too leave the entrance the apprentice cast a Fire Blast enveloping the Wolf in a solid ball of flame. Before ending his fun the mage cast a Flamestrike down upon the den and watchs with glee as several wolf pups come barreling out only too be caught in the flames and killed.

[Fellore]

"Hmm... crude, but effective." Fellore says aloud. She then walks over to where Arcenum stands, lost in his recent victory. "That was an excellent display... if you enjoy fireworks. The true power of fire is fed by your inner rage. Fix you thoughts not only on your target, but the thing about your target that infuriates you most. We'll eat for now, but leave some leftovers for the wildlife, they will be hungry, too, and I want to see you put my recent teaching into practice."

[Arcenum]

Comes back too reality and does a slight bow to Fellore. "As you say Lady Fellore, is there anything you would have me do for now?"
He says as he begins too levitate the bodies of the wolves into a stack in a clearing of soggy grass away from the carnage.

[Fellore]

"For now, we wait. In the meantime, however, I need for you to gather some kindling and make a fire. We'll rest up a bit while we wait for your next lesson to walk by and eat its last meal."

[Arcenum]

"As you say Lady Fellore, i shall do." The apprentice walks over too the woods and begins too make a train of wood floating in the air behind him as he walks. As he returns too the stack of wolves only a minute later he has the wood line up were upon he drys them out with a small handheld fire. Afterwards the apprentice makes them form a "Tent" Fire and lights the inside. As the fire starts the mage steps back from the fire and observes his hand work.