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All: Despite the fact that five months have passed since you and your Qalm returned from the Great Desert, the time has passed more quickly than you would have thought. Each of you training, diligently, under the masters that you were assigned to by Nesrin. When you think of the man, it is mostly to reflect upon the fact that you have barely seen him over the course of that time, save Sven who is training with him, the only time that you are able to pin him down is during the nightly meal, a substantial supper at the giant's request, that he insists you all spend together. The wood elves Aalrik and Fae'en the only conspicuous absences from the nightly family gathering. During those times you find that you are content. Good food and good companionship ending out the days of endless training and exersises.

Sol (Angel of Blood): The last several months with Hetat Aleanatin have been most productive for you. You can now call your Manifest fury, a beautiful flaming phoenix, with ease. Its speed in the air and vicious beak and claws a complement to your whirlwind fighting style. However this is not the only change that has been wrought over the last several weeks. Unlike your training from before, as an apprentice, there is more theory discussed about a particular working than there ever was and despite your more impatient and hot headed nature, you have found yourself engaged in conversations with Hetat Aleanatin that have lasted well into the wee hours of the morning. You feel that you have a greater sense of how to relate to the furies that come to your beck and call and to your great pride you feel that your control over them has increased much more than just in the aspect of making one manifest. It is with mixed feelings that you leave Aleanatin's dormitory after his final proclamation that you are ready to use the new skill that you have acquired. You feel that you have made a friend over the course of the time you spent together and you couldn't help but notice that Aleanatin seems to have come to terms with his grief, something that by the small smile and gentle hand on your shoulder as he bids you farewell you feel that you may have helped with in some small way. Take a moment to reflect on the last several months. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Eldur (Anilar): Being back under the tutelage of Mirran has been both a blessing and a curse for you. You have learned much, but the training in and of itself has been the most grueling you have ever undertaken. It took three out of the last five months for you to master the steps of the Kallimatar, each movement one that Mirran demanded be precise, before he would even discuss the new techniques that you wished to learn. Even in light of this, months later, several new abilities under you belt you find that as it was in the desert, so it was here. With great trials, come great rewards. You find yourself in Mirran's antechamber, alone for the moment, you walk the steps of the Kallimatar, each footstep in time with your breathing, each movement of your arms flowing freely, emulating living fire. Though your eyes remain closed you know where to move and the air around you begins to warm. You can feel the furies, especially Kebakaran, as they swirl and swim in the rolling heat around you, the steps of your exercises heightening your control. As you bring the exercise to a close, the heat rising away, you sense that you are not alone. Eyes snapping open, you see that Mirran has entered from the main door, a smile plastered on his face, pride beaming from his posture and gaze. Just as he did upon your return from the desert he did not draw out his sentiments, "You have learned well once more young one. The skills that you came to learn have been learned, but remember that they take a lifetime to master." Grabbing you by your shoulder he leads you from his rooms back out into the hallway, "Go, your Qalm will have need of you shortly." You do as he asks, looking back only once as you move to obey. You return to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Isira (Jackinator): Your time with Master Getmin has been one of the most pleasurable experiences of your life. The bumbling master, though brilliant when it comes to weather and its control, is quite deficient in other areas, like social interaction. He is clumsy and has a small stutter when he is nervous but over the last several months you have really come to like the old man. He has a wonderful sense of humor when he relaxes and he can spin a tale like none other when the mood takes him. Many of your sessions with him have seen you holding your sides, muscles tight and painful from laughing at his rendition of some ancient tale or another. Personal interaction aside, Getmin is a genius when it comes to his craft and you can see how he came to rise to the rank of Master. Not only have you now master the Tempest ability, but the theory that you have learned from Getmin has opened your eyes to the grandeur of weather control on the whole. It is with mixed emotions that you end your time with Getmin, you have enjoyed your time here so much, as well as whatever time you have spent with your Qalm, that you don't want to see it come to an end. You cant help but smile at the old man as he presents you with a small storm cloud contained in a glass, similar to the one you saw when you first entered his rooms, as he ushers you out the door saying, "Go lass, your Qalm will have need of you soon." You do as he asks, looking back only once as you move to obey. You return to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Zacarish (Santaire): Your training with Master Hammerfist was uneventful. There was little that you and the stalwart dwarf held in common save your craft. You are not sure why it seemed that you and Hammer fist could not connect on a deeper level as you witnessed him and Daruk do, but it had little effect on your training. You learned what you came to learn, but little else, other than a few helpful shortcuts at working at the forge. Returning to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Sven (Therizza): Your time with Nesrin has been enjoyable, but far more difficult than you had imagined. The huge man demanding quite a bit from you, so much in fact that even your hearty Dwarven constitution has had a hard time keeping up. Each night you have fallen into your bed, tired, but satisfied with what you accomplished each day and heartened by the praise that your Hetat has given you as you progress onward in your skills. You find yourself in the middle of the dormitories training hall, your stone form firmly in place on during this early morning training session. It doesn't matter what he throws at you, bolts of fire, blasts of air, entangling vines, all splatter off your hardened skin, causing naught but a little discomfort. It has taken you months, cuts, bruises, burns, and even a broken limb, but you have finally mastered the form of total protection stone form provides. Ceasing his attack and indicating that you should drop the Stone Form, Nesrin says to you, "Well done Sven, just remember that your ability to move is lessened by the form, take that into account when you use it." Smiling down at you he finishes, "Go clean yourself up and get a bit of rest. I will be calling to the Qalm shortly." Returning to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Adam (Serpion5):These last months have been one of change for you. Despite your desire the gift of flight comes slowly to you. What does surprise you is Master Y'nan's patience with the difficulties that you experienced. Ever day, for the first few weeks, you and Y'nan would sit in his rooms, eyes cast out into the skies beyond the Talissariat, a cup of strong Yavano tea in front of you in quiet conversation and guided meditation designed to free your mind from earthly constraints. Surprising to you, but not to Master Y'nan, your skills with veils and invisibility seem to be what hinders you, for the techniques involved are so vastly different. However, as the weeks progress, you go from performing long high leaps, to momentary levitation, to soaring glides in the training fields outside the Talissariat. however after almost 3 months of work with the master, you still haven't been able to attain true flight and your spirits start to drop. It took the shock of being tossed from the heigth of Master Y'nan's rooms, a blast of air taking you from your feet as you walked in for your daily session. As you plummeted from the tower, the sound of Master Y'nan's robes flapping in the air just behind you, it is finally Kike that spurs you to let go of your inhibitions and fly. Terror turns to joy as you soar across the mighty Temple of the Tashiri. The last few weeks under Y'nan's tutelage sees your skills refined. With very few words, on what turns out to be your last day of training, Y'nan turns to you and simply says, "The rest is up to you to master. Go, your Qalm needs you." Returning to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Daruk (deathbringer): Most of your study under Master Hammerhand has had little to do with fury work. This time has seen you put to work in front of the forge, while it is something that you are comfortable with, it sometimes feels like you are missing what you should be learning from him, which is a bit frustrating. You watch as Zacarish methodically learns the new skills that he has come to Hammerhand for, while it seems that he simply wants to talk to you of home and simply share the work in the forge. You are surprised to learn that Hammerhand is the last remaining member of the Oathbearer clan, an ancient clan amongst the Deep Dwarves that fell to the Nagash, a rodent like race that haunt the deep realms, almost 400 years ago. As you work the forge, you listen as Hammerhand tells you stories of old, triumphs and failures of your ancestors. Your limbs already thick with muscle, become even more so and you can tell that your skill in making armor and blade has become much more formidable. It is four months into your training and even though it has been enjoyable, you lose your temper in the midst of Hammerhand recounting a ballad of one of his ancestors, a song you have heard before, but at this point can enjoy, you toss down your tools, frustrated as you watch Zacarish manipulate metal into the form of a chained whip. Though you remain silent, Hammerhand approaches you a knowing look in his eyes as if he reads your mind. "So you think that I have taught you nothing but swinging a hammer and a bit of history," he is not mad, quite the opposite, "Close your eyes Daruk and tell me what you feel." Doing as he asks you almost gasp at what you feel. All around you the steel and iron ore takes on a life of their own, furies swirling from piece to piece. Hammerhand grunts at your amazed expression, "Furies are like a good woman boy." He winks, "You have to get to know them a bit, share a few tales and some time together before you can feel for them." He goes back to singing, his voice keeping time with his hammer blows, sparks flying around him. You recover quickly, your new senses alive with power, as your hammer and voice join his. One morning you show up in the forge, arriving before Zacarish, your desire to work in the forge heightened by your new found sense of the pieces you work. Hammerhand stops you as you begin to put on your apron, "Not today lad, but perhaps someday soon. Today your Qalm needs you." Returning to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Robb (Lord Ramo): Your training with Mistress Frendel has been an interesting one. Unlike other water walkers you have known, she keeps her emotions nuetral, showing little save a small smile if pleased or a slight frown if not. For the first few weeks you found it disconcerting that she offered little praise and little criticism, simply watching you try and perform the exercises she has set for you with a critical eye. Despite your early failures, you never see her lose her patience, calmly explaining what you have done wrong and encouraging you to try once again. You have a hard time grasping the feel of water, its fluid nature and required mental discipline very different from that of Metal. However, under Frendel's direction, about 3 months into your training you are able to finally feel the furies that course through the small stream in your training room. You make progress rapidly after that, contact with the furies themselves leading to greater improvement in your control. It is on what is to be your last day that you stand inside a dense cloud of fog, conjured from nothingness in an instant, your control of the technique finally mastered. You can feel Frendel move into the cloud, dissipating it with a wave of her hand, "You have done well Robb. I am surprised that you were able to turn your focus to the skills of Water, but it is a pleasant surprise. Perhaps we shall see each other again, and of course you are free to visit me at anytime, but you must go, your Qalm will have need of you soon." Returning to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Gangdogar (Malochai): The training in your new abilites started off with a shock when you were told to report to Hetat Glion Rockfist. You grew up hearing about your great great great uncle on your mother's side, a Dwarf held up as a shining example of the warrior blood of your clan. He cuts you little slack, grumbling about how the blood of his clan must have thinned over the years, how you learn slower than you should, and that you thump around with your earth powers like a blind giant mole-rat. You however, don't fail to notice the smile that touches his eyes and tweeks the corners of his mouth as he grumbles and you know that he is just pushing you to work ever harder. You learn much from him about melding both flame and stone, but it is the history of your clan that interests you so much. Even thought he places supreme importance in the learning of the skills you will use in battle, he also tells you many tales of times long gone, sharing with you a pipe full of Kazelim Tabac and a mug full of hearty ale. You are awed with the fact that one of your ancestors, a living monument of your families history is so close at hand and over the 5 months that you train with him you learn much about where you came from and the strength of your bloodline in addition to the mastery of the new skills you came to learn from him. It is on what is to be the last day of your training that Glion stops you in the middle of an earth crafting, a simple logic puzzle of moving earth that he taught you to sharpen your focus, and says, "Well lad, our time has come to an end. I have enjoyed working with you and it is a relief that the blood of our Clan has remained strong." He presses a ring, heavy and iron, into your palm, "Remember where you come from lad." With a heavy sigh he all but pushes you out the door of his quarters, "Go now, your Qalm will have need of you soon." It isn't until you return to your room that you look down and see that the ring, obviously ancient, bears the crest of your clan. Reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind but you can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Fae'en (Firedamaged): You spent the entirety of your training in the great forest that rings the floating temple of the Tashiri under the careful eye of the legendary, yet elusive, Gatekeeper. Despite the formality that his title, not to mention responsibilities of managing the first line of defense should the Talissariat be assaulted, Nevar, the Gatekeepers given name, is a personable elf, treating his charges as favorite grandchildren. It has been a wonderful experience for you to train side by side with Aalrik, your Qalm's other Wood Elf, as Nevar instructs you in everything from archery to herbalism, history and myth. As a wood walker you have never seen his equal. It is almost as if the elf speaks with the trees around you. However, a new-found closeness to Aalrik and to your heritage as a Wood Elf is not all you learn. As Aalrik learns to master several new minor abilities, you have taken on the task of finding a fury so bonded to you that it will manifest. It take almost the entire five months, but finally you are able to get your new fury, Kikazaru to manifest. Its playful new presence one that you immediately identify with and come to wonder how you ever lived with out. It is on the last day of your training that Nevar comes to you sadness mixed with pride in his expression. He speaks to both you and Aalrik, "You have learned well, I hope that you will not be strangers to this forest in the future. Now you must go, your Qalm will have need of you soon." Returning to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

Kaeldor (revan4559): Your training was one of trial and tribulation. Having reported to the Master Swordsman Humeric Bassal, a human solider without peer, you found that your opinion of your own abilities greatly exaggerated. Bassal is the epitome of the martial personality, drilling you in sword forms and basic Metal craftings as if you had just arrived in the temple for your apprenticeship. Each day that passes in the first few weeks find you battered and bruised from sparring, passing out from exhaustion into your bed after tucking into a meal with your Qalm. It is as if during this time Master Bassal is looking to see if you will complain, quit, or show weakness. None of which you do, pressing forward to the point that you feel your body almost unable to function. 3 months of this pass, but you can feel your endurance, already substantial as a metal walker, growing. The strength in your arm and the amount of energy you can draw from the metal furies in your weapons and armor almost doubling. It is in the middle of the third month that Bassal enters into the training room, his demeanor completely different, a smile on his face. He is dressed in simple ivory robes, an ebony sash trimmed in gold the only adornment. He bids you, kindly to lay down your weapons and armor. From that point on your training sessions were easier, more enjoyable, seemingly you managed to impress Master Bassal with your determination. Two months later you find that you have mastered the new skills that you were sent to Bassal to learn. Not only that but you have learned much about your own fortitude and abilities. On your last day, you anticipated the command to remove your armor and weapons, but it did not come. You entered the training room, Bassal once more adorned in resplendent armor, his longsword strapped to his back. "For the skills you wished to learn," he begins, "You have no more need of my instruction. Go soldier, your Qalm will have need of you shortly." As you turn to leave the room you hear him say, almost under his breath,"You are welcome in my halls any time Kaeldor, fight well." Returning to your room, reflections on the last several months fresh in your mind. You can feel an anxious energy in the hallway beyond the door to your rooms. As other members of your Qalm enter into the dormitories, there is almost an air of anticipation. A palpable feeling that this period of relatively calm study is coming to an end.

All: Your thoughts are interrupted as a presence flares across the bond shortly followed by Nesrin's voice ringing in your head," Assemble my warriors. We must make haste to our next assignment. I expect you armed and equipped for a journey in ten minutes. Meet on Landing 9. I will explain there."

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