Post by Roland on Feb 27, 2015 0:53:14 GMT
How the hell did I get dragged into this? Roland gripes himself as he enters the Arch of Ages, it had been a while since he had lectured here and he actually found that he sorta missed the place, even if most of the people here were unapologetic headaches. Roland wore his usual long black leather coat and his usual scowl was plastered across his face.
The students in the school were divided in opinion on him, some found his lectures interesting as they carried a practicality and real world application aspect that many others did not, especially his classes on magical self defense. On the other hand, he thought little of students getting injured, as long as it wasn't anything they could not recover from, and he generally came off as intimidating.
Though he was not here to teach a class today, well not really. Roland had been called in to put on a demonstration for the students. This in and of itself he did not mind, but the demonstration was to fight against one of Irena Whateley's new creations. In addition to his staff Roland was carrying a half dozen swords, and his usual equipment was hidden among his person. Roland had not opted to bring the stone lion this time as it might get seriously damaged, also he wanted to try something else out once he was in the practice arena.
After a getting further into the arena he looks around and his frown deepens. Most students than he expected today, this was going to be a headache. They'd even opened it up to people who were not part of the school as some kind of fund raising entertainment spectacle. "Zepon's shaft, what did I do to deserve this?" he grumbles as he resumes his trek.
The students in the school were divided in opinion on him, some found his lectures interesting as they carried a practicality and real world application aspect that many others did not, especially his classes on magical self defense. On the other hand, he thought little of students getting injured, as long as it wasn't anything they could not recover from, and he generally came off as intimidating.
Though he was not here to teach a class today, well not really. Roland had been called in to put on a demonstration for the students. This in and of itself he did not mind, but the demonstration was to fight against one of Irena Whateley's new creations. In addition to his staff Roland was carrying a half dozen swords, and his usual equipment was hidden among his person. Roland had not opted to bring the stone lion this time as it might get seriously damaged, also he wanted to try something else out once he was in the practice arena.
After a getting further into the arena he looks around and his frown deepens. Most students than he expected today, this was going to be a headache. They'd even opened it up to people who were not part of the school as some kind of fund raising entertainment spectacle. "Zepon's shaft, what did I do to deserve this?" he grumbles as he resumes his trek.
