With Sir Grigor

The assembly seems to pass by without much consideration on your part. You were still wrapping your mind around the concept of your untapped talents. You'd heard of transmutation, at least as a side comment before. Alchemy came to mind. You'd heard stories of men that could turn worthless bits of coal into gold, but it was mostly ramblings of greedy bar-goers that wanted to do nothing for their money. But the way Lady Morgana spoke of it, it was more than something used to fill one's pockets. The implications behind her words left you thinking you could do so much more... but did you want to?

Thankfully, you weren't so caught up in your thoughts that you'd miss the closing portion of the ceremony... well, all of it. There were some words about how, regardless of the talent your possessed or the power you had, all of you were expected to forge yourselves through the trials of the academy and become magic users devoted to the Tyrant King and his Eternal Empire.

What you did catch upon was her naming a number of the Academy's scholars, those that would guide you through your time here and bestow upon you the skills that will make you feared by the Alliance and its ilk. Given it was given in not quite as simplified words, glorifying the students, the Tyrant King, and the Eternal Empire as a whole more, while showing no fondness for the Alliance.

Sir Grigor was difficult for anyone to ignore. He was not the largest of men, not was he particularly handsome or ugly with his simple black hair and eyes, but his choice of attire was eye catching. Knight's armor of the most elaborate design, with smooth curves that ended in sinister, yet elegant, spikes and edges by the joints, yet were not overbearingly heavy in those regions as to hinder his movement, and adorned with a flowing red cape that spoke of an almost regal opinion of himself. But it was not the design of his armor, but the material. Pure gold, encrusted with sparkling rubies. It was... gaudy by any other words, but it certainly seemed to illustrate his interest in at least on aspect of his art.

When the ceremony came to its close and the school divided up between their specializations, your group, not too large or small in comparison to any other, stood before the golden armored man, who smiled with his helmet held beneath his right arm.

"Good evening my pupils. I can tell by the looks of you that your opinion of me is... skeptical, to say the least." Sir Grigor greeted them, cutting straight to a point that seemed to make many of the students tense. "Don't be alarmed, I don't blame you. Consider this more... an example of things to come. My armor was made by my hands alone. By the end of your lessons with me, I expect each one of you to be able to do the same with minimal effort... course, I don't expect you to actually wear it." the man said with a chuckle, placing a hand on the chest piece of his armor. Oddly enough, the armor seemed to melt away, disappearing from his body to leave a more reasonably clothed man in black pants and a tunic over a white dress-shirt.

This man was... oddly cheery. There was still the obvious presence he exuded as the instructor to those that would soon seek conquest over the rest of Maiga, but at the same time he seemed approachable. Someone you could rely upon if you needed to... but you were yet to go around looking to these people like they were your friends, even if so far they were the closest you ever had to such.

"Now then, seeing as I have already delivered you a taste of what is expected of you, a first lesson if you will, let us retire for the evening, shall we?" Sir Grigor inquired. However, he did not move to lead the group away. Instead, a group of others joined them, those that seemed to be young, at least for their individual species, yet older than your own assembly. They were smaller in number, but exuded confidence.

They joined together with Sir Grigor, each doing some action that was totally alien to you. Some pulled out vials and dusts of some unknown substances and began mixing them, others drawing arcane symbols into the ground, while others very clearly were gathering magical forces from inside and around them. The actions took near half an hour, but when they were done, there was an event perhaps more impressive than any other you'd seen so far.

All their magic, mixtures, and symbols came together before you and were channeled into the ground itself. From it rose a new building, spires rising up before your entire group. Despite the barren soil of the ground, the structure that appeared before you was made out of some sort of glass like substance of different colors. They were opaque, so that one couldn't truly see inside of it, but there was a level of translucence that made it shimmer in the light to a degree. Numerous different styles of architecture seemed to help compose it, with smooth, swirling curves in some areas and sharp, angular corners in others, likely a result of the different tastes of its numerous creators. When all was said and done, a building clearly capable of housing your entire group stood before you.

"A second sort of taste of what is to be expected." Sir Grigor stated, turning back to your group with nary a look of strain on his face. "It is tradition that the graduating class create a new dormitory for the incoming recruits. The old is usually allowed to be use as practice for some of our more destructive fellows, like Conjuration or Evocation." he explained, moving over to the towering doors to the building. "But for the time being, come inside and I will assign your rooms. Assuming nobody screwed up the formation of the building and followed the intended design... Davagix." Grigor stated, casting a glance to one of the graduating students, a tanned man who blushed at the prospect of being put on the spot. Clearly there was a history there, but not one that was entirely bad by the smirk on Grigor's face.