Zafflebrod's College and Preparatory School for the Magically Inclined

[Slii Arhem]

Welcome!

So hangs the sign above the boldly arched atrium door, spelled out in all of the unseeable colors of the anti-spectrum. Those who pass through these doors have been long reassured by its invisible presence. Its cheerful message deadening their perfectly reasonable animalistic urges to flee and never look back into a repressed shudder and a feeling of forboding.

Yes, it says, welcome to Zafflebrod's Magical College. Though none may ever read it, nor confirm its presence above the door, the thought is truly what counts.

A much more visible sign, constantly updated by faithful divinators, hangs beneath.

Accident Free Until Next: Meatloaf Saturday Full Moon Eclipse Happy Hour Thanksmasnewyearsqwanzakah Morning

History of the School:Some skeptics, chief among whom are a number of traumatized alumni from a particular graduating class that was displaced from time and wound up having to pay many years of overdue student loans all at once, may ask what the purpose of such a place is. What possible reason could Grand Sorcerer Shyaniacaron Alcroft Zafflebrod have had for concentrating such a mass of magical knowledge, flighty staff, unstable experiments and conflicting, immature, magically powerful personalities?

Certainly, if it was to teach these misguided, ill-tempered, mischief-prone youth how to manipulate even more powerful magical forces then questioning his sanity and the school's devotion to his cause would be the only thing a sane, rational mind could do, yes?

But no. Eons or perhaps only months ago, the first head Dean and founder of this place, builder of the three heavily enchanted cornerstones of Fraternity, Peace, and Dramatic Entrances that uphold the college to this very day against disasters both great and small, had a purpose far greater than mere education.

In his heart of hearts, Zafflebrod knew that the most noble cause he could devote his life to was the occupation of the young minds entrusted to him. Few beyond the staff and those alumni lucky enough to be invited to the quarterly social gathering know of the institutions true purpose, which was coined in the immortal words of their great founder.

"Just get all those brats together and keep them busy for a decade or so until they learn for themselves when not to throw freaking fireballs at every problem."

And so for time immemorial, parents have been quietly paying tuition, signing waivers, and sending their undoubtedly gifted, reckless, and dangerous youngsters off to boarding school where they can be the problems of people who are trained to deal with that sort of thing.

It was the brilliance of the school's second head Dean, a man (then woman, wallaby, man, vaporous cloud, pygmy llama, and finally retiree) that truly solidified the school's calling. He instituted a program whereby the most dangerous of young, magically influenced menaces to society could be tapped and squirreled away to be taught ethics, collateral damage avoidance, and all of the other things that their absentee, possibly murdered parents didn't have time to mention to them in their dying pleas for vengeance.

And thus, the Heroism Scholarship Fund was born, as well as several additional classes that became fast favorites among the students such as Dealing With Villains Soon thereafter, several other pertinent scholarships were added, such as the Meddling With Things Sapient Minds Were Not Meant to Comprehend fund, allowing young minds from every dangerous walk of life to be semi-safely sequestered in a school where the threat of death is a temporary inconvenience, and your tuition covers Resurrection costs.

Spoiler: Buildings

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Zaff's college is comprised of three buildings connected by a trio of skyways, as well as a ludicrous amount of extradimensional space bursting at the seams of reality.

The Administrative Building is where new entrants go to register, pay tuition, and buy school supplies from the shops, including the book store for all their necessary texts. It also includes the laboratories for staff experiments and hands on coursework, and the faculty quarters on the uppermost floors. Many times has that particular arrangement of space been brought up by vehement detractors during staff meetings.

The Class Building houses the classrooms, making it one of the most avoided places in the entire facility. It also contains several lecture halls and a full-sized, fully-stocked theater for the drama club and theater classes to us, as well as being commandeered for the occasional school-wide meeting. It also has an indoor parking garage fitted for all manner of vehicular travel.

It is notable for being the only building with lockers lining the halls, and no expense was spared on these. Each locker is enchanted to accept any school-issued key, and open on a magically expanded walk-in closet corresponding to the holder of the key, with an attached ensuite shower. Of course, anything happening in the school that would interfere with portals or pocket dimensions can make using these a dangerous hassle.

The Dormitories are just that, a place for the student body to sleep, relax, and avoid each other's rivalries and prank wars. The cafeteria and gymnasium rest on the bottom floor, with the massive, floor-wide student lounge on the floor above. Nearly all of the rest of the building is filled with student housing and facilities, though there is a door to the attached Library on every floor, taking up the entire west wall of the building.

For some unsettling reason, one of the magical cannons has recently been moved from storage and been set up on the dorm roof. The teachers can't figure out who's responsible for putting it there, but at least they can all agree that it's none of their problem anyway, and why should they have to move it all the way back into the basement?

Defenses: One of the most important aspects of the defenses is the ability to contain threats within the school before they can stumble out into the city of Inside and wreak proper havoc. To that end, a highly efficient and stable quarantine program has been in place since the days of Zaff himself, and will lock down the school both physically and dimensionally until the threat is eliminated. Once it is activated, anything trying to get out will find all exits sealed and the walls nigh impenetrable, to the point where destroying the school itself may not even be enough to leave. No one can (or will) confirm this, but rumor has it that the school is actually transported to a timeless pocket plane while the system is in effect, essentially trapping everyone there in a plane that cannot be escaped from.

((The only proof of such wild speculation is the fact that Zaff's seems to have just appeared one day on an empty lot, and given the nature of the Nexus, that's hardly proof of anything.))

Apart from that, the only notable defense against threats is the average power level and dangerous amounts of zeal and competency from the students and faculty. As the heroism scholarship extends to students who perform admirable acts of defense on school property, up to and including the thwarting of villainous foes, many are eager to get a few free years of schooling out of these distressingly commonplace events.

Spoiler: Things You Ought to Know ((OOC))

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• The college is not meant to be a place of learning, but rather a place for reckless, powerful youngsters to be occupied by social status, getting good marks, and nice, safe subjects that don't involve unlimited-power magics.
  
• That isn't to say you can't play teachers here, just don't expect to play teaching teachers. Field trips, practical demonstrations, and lab work can all be very entertaining to roleplay, especially if something goes horribly wrong to add some spice to the event.
  
• If you are playing teachers, remember that they would be vetted and closely monitored at all times. Laziness is tolerated, wacky accidents are accepted, but any hint of corrupting or taking advantage of young minds is highly likely to be caught and severely punished. Students are much more likely to get away with turning evil and attempting a hostile takeover of the school, largely because most of them are expected to snap at any point.
  
• There are very few limits to what could be conceptually taught at Zaff's, but among the core, necessary courses one must pass in order to receive their diploma, there are but a few. Ethics, Preparedness, Pocketspace Health and Safety Protocols, and Diminishing Damage, a guide to avoiding Collateral are among them. Surprisingly, very few spellcasting classes are required to get your doctorate in Wizardry.
  
• Of what spellcasting instruction is available, most is safe, easy to use, modern magic. The sort of thing that has been well honed and can be used daily to make life easier and more comfortable. For the more ancient tomes straight out of myth and lore, often donated by misguided alumni who find them in tombs, students need look no further than the Library where ancient languages and mysterious powers abound.
  
• Students sign a waiver, as do their next of kin, and faculty are all under binding contract. Lawsuit RP against the school probably will just be handled by referencing this fact, despite how ridiculously unsafe the grounds are.
  
• It might be fairly lengthy, but the History of the School is worth reading to get an idea of what the place is like.
  
• If you want to run a large catastrophe plot, whether it's a student or faculty member going off the deep end into the villainy pool, something summoned and let loose, a spreading curse/disease, or an outside force that wants a big audience or has another goal, I only ask that you work with the other players and try to keep people interested. Anyone within reason can run/manipulate the NPC faculty and students, though destruction of the entire school or the permanent slaying of anyone will almost certainly be vetoed by me. If some particular PC can't be rezzed by their player's choice, then that will be addressed, but assume that any NPCs walking around can treat death as if it were a revolving door should they so choose.
  
• It is thought that the current Dean of the College was transformed into a Goliath beetle by a jilted lover, but in fact she simply went on an unannounced vacation, and the beetle they found in her shower was an escaped test subject who got lost making a rather confused bid for freedom.
  
• The faculty unanimously agree that the Dean's new outlook has raised the efficiency of the meetings and helped with morale quite substantially. She's been voted Staffer of the Moon Phase six times in a row since the incident.

[Deathkeeper]

Class Building, Locker Halls

Isaac sighs, running a hand through his yellow hair. Another screw-up. He'd only taken four courses as a means to keep his first semester here simple, but so much for that going well. You'd think that the bare minimum level courses for Illusion and transmutation wouldn't be so bad. The faculty told him he had some magical talent when they offered him his scholarship. And basic alchemy and an art class weren't anything to worry about, although his late arrival kept him from transferring into Merissa's Dealing With Villains class. But it wasn't the schedule that was the problem.

It's that apparently his font of arcane power was less of a font and more of a natural gas reservoir. One that had an awful tendency to have matches thrown into it.
Illusion usually went fine. Well, his stupid lizard-eyes kept making him mess up the colors because apparently normal people can't identify borange, but that's not really the issue. It's that anything actually having to do with matter tends to...well, blow up.

At the very least this one somehow changed the teacher's clothes too, so she didn't seem too bothered about being a mouse-person for the hour it'd take to untangle his spell from herself. He knows it's going to come back to bite him though. It's only a matter of time before he accidentally turns some popular guy's shirt the wrong color and they put something nasty in his locker. At least, he doesn't think that's happened yet. Some guy tried to punch him once, and even though it still hurt the bruise healing right in front of the guy scared the crap out of him enough for no one else to have tried it. Heh, sucker, he was still a total wimp, he just didn't need the school res as much.
He sighs again and digs through his pockets looking for his locker key....

[Arkhosia]

Class Building

Charlotte, an olive-skinned teenager who looks 1 year too young to be going to college despite bring 3 years instead, walks past Isaac, accidentally possibly kicking his shin.
It's seriously an accident.
The brown-haired and green-eyed girl doesn't bother apologizing, not seeing the point of it. She fiddles nervously with her necklace, the amythest pendant upon it shaped like a crescent. It's her first day, after all.
People may have been warned not to bully Charlotte because of the fact she could end up transforming into a monster thanks to massive depression.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

Nearby, KR is loading up her locker with a frankly unnecessary amount of supplies for the upcoming semester. Or at least, she has an unnecessary amount of supplies with her. The actual 'loading' part has been somewhat distracted by her appreciation of the pocket dimension locker, and she's currently standing half inside it, her stuff sitting right there in the hallway, examining the boundaries of the locker and how it interacts with three-dimensional space.

KR, for the record, is a short, light-skinned young woman with short dark hair, a slight, athletic build and fiercely intelligent brown eyes. She's under a rather unfortunate misapprehension that she might actually learn some magic here. Her own studies in the field are progressing slower than she'd like (for some reason, having a personal library full of an endless sea of magical tomes and little-to-no idea of where to start reading is pretty terrible outside of the several very specific fields she's managed to instruct herself on) so she's hoping a little direction and some formal instruction will give her a more generalized background from which to reframe her continuing studies.

I'm sure she'll be disabused of that notion very shortly, but let's not ruin the surprise immediately, yeah?

Right now she's wearing an outfit that's rather distressing in how ordinary it is. Sneakers, blue jeans, a plain grey t-shirt and open shirt made of red flannel, with sleeves folded up to the elbows. Hardly a distinctive costume worthy of an apocalypse-battling professional-asskicker of legend. The only promising part of her current attire is the rather nerdy set of glasses she's got on, which anybody with the appropriate senses would be able to tell are pretty heavily enchanted with a sequence of true-seeing charms - most likely a tool being used to aid her scrutiny of the locker.

[Hyperbolic sine]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

On the other side of the hall, Harold is tampering with his own locker. Being quite adept in spatial magic, he is rearranging the pocket dimension to suit his needs...after all, there is no rule that disallows that. Nor one that disallows linking a second, hidden pocket dimension. Probably. Once finished, the last step to completing the customization is attaching some form of illumination: he starts to cast a light spell, and...

"Watch ouuuuuuuuut!"

A searing globe of fire goes crashing on the opposite wall, passing near the trio: not enough to harm them, but enough for them to feel the heat. Harold may be good at spatial magic, but that's it: any other spell he casts tends to get messed up. Really messed up. He slams close the locker and quickly approaches the trio, frantically waving his hands.

"Are you all right?"

Spoiler: Harold

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[Ionbound]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

The ball of fire careens into a just-opened locker, with a rather shellshocked and singed young girl no older that 14 standing next to it, who shouts in a ridiculously cute, high-pitched voice, "HEY! Why did you do that!?"

[Hyperbolic sine]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

"HEY! Why did you do that!?"

"I'm utterly sorry! It was supposed to...ehm...to be a light spell..." Harold replies, a little ashamed for messing up even a basic spell like that. "You aren't injured, are you?" he then asks, worried.

[Ionbound]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

The girl briefly eyes Harold suspiciously, before nodding and saying, "I'm fine. My books, on the other hand..." She gestures to the locker, which is blackened, and several of her books are badly damaged. She then shakes her head and says, "It's fine though." She smiles, gestures a bit, and with a loud pop...Her entire locker vanishes. She then frowns, and mutters, "Oh...Oh dear. That wasn't supposed to happen."

[Hyperbolic sine]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

Harold relaxes a bit: this time he didn't hurt anyone. "Look, I'm sorry for the books...if there's anyth-"

*POP*

The sudden noise startles the boy, interrupting him mid-sentence. "This...is not good, is it?" He raises an eyebrow, then probes the now empty space with a hand to see whether the locker actually disappeared or has just turned invisibile.

[Ionbound]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

She shakes her head as Harold's hand moves through empty space and she says, "No...No it isn't. I was trying to make the locker like is was 5 minutes ago...I don't know what happened..." She seems to be about to cry.

[Hyperbolic sine]

[Class Building, Locker Halls]

"Whoho, calm down, calm down." Harold tries to cheer up the girl a bit. "You're lucky, spatial magic is the one thing I'm good at! If it has been teleported somewhere, I'll find it!" His eyes sparkle with happiness, then he concentrates, trying to feel distortions in the space where the locker was: if he's lucky and the locker has been actually teleported, the wormhole caused by the translocation has not completely closed yet, and he can sense where it leads.

[Deathkeeper]

Locker Halls

((Hey guys, if you're going to make a thing involving multiple people would you mind actually waiting for everyone instead of going off with one of them? For all you know Isaac could have snapped and pulled a sword after that fireball whizzed past him or something))
Isaac doesn't bother reacting to Charlotte (for the record, I think you need to rephrase that; I don't know what you mean by 'despite bring 3 years.' Being 3 years too young? This is a high school too). It was clearly an accident, although she probably ran right into him; unless you waddle like a duck it's unlikely your foot can accidentally hit anything you're not in line with.

He just groans as he narrowly avoids needing an extra meal to regenerate second-degree burns, and gets his key out to fetch the stuff he needs for his art class. Bleck, he can't even blame the school. He hated this sort of thing at the old one, and there wasn't even that much less fireballs there.

[Arkhosia]

((I was thinking just College...))
Charlotte quickly moves out of the way of the flying sphere of flame, startled.
After taking a moment, she walks over to the would-be wizard.
Hey, be more Goddamn careful! If you're going to try casting a spell, don't do it in a location with tons of people!

[Shadowcaller]

[School Entrance]

Arik slowly enters the camp grounds, taking a good look around. This looked very promising, like the university back in Hestopia but hopefully with less... shortsightedness. "Here we are, among our own kind Batu." He comments to the hobgoblin by his side. "I think you will like it here."

[Morty]

[School Entrance]

Batu shows no signs of being particularly happy right now. Sure, an actual school of sorcery sounds grand, but living in a building? He's less keen on that.

"I... hope I will, Master," he says. "Hopefully I'll get used to sleeping between walls quickly."

[5a Violista]

[School Foyer!]

Jess, known among all her friends as Red (probably due to the red riding hood she sports), sits in the foyer, humming a tune. As everyone around the school knows, she's been studying here for the past two years.

As for her appearance, she's wearing an offwhite lacy dress which completely clashes with her red riding hood. Her hood conveniently casts shadows across her face that obscure most of it - but her brown hair sticks out anyway.

Besides humming what's she doing? Why, of course she's waiting for one of her class trips to that supposedly-haunted hedge maze in the middle of one of the courtyards behind that one door that nobody really understands anyway, where they'll have to find their way through using only their magic and their wits. Only three people go missing in it per year, and they usually turn up eventually, wandering somewhere between the locker room and the choir room.

Her humming reveals how excited she is.

[Arkhosia]

[School Foyer!]

Jess, known among all her friends as Red (probably due to the red riding hood she sports), sits in the foyer, humming a tune. As everyone around the school knows, she's been studying here for the past two years.

As for her appearance, she's wearing an offwhite lacy dress which completely clashes with her red riding hood. Her hood conveniently casts shadows across her face that obscure most of it - but her brown hair sticks out anyway.

Besides humming what's she doing? Why, of course she's waiting for one of her class trips to that supposedly-haunted hedge maze in the middle of one of the courtyards behind that one door that nobody really understands anyway, where they'll have to find their way through using only their magic and their wits. Only three people go missing in it per year, and they usually turn up eventually, wandering somewhere between the locker room and the choir room.

Her humming reveals how excited she is.

Charlotte walks up to her.
Hey, is this seat taken?
She asks, gesturing to the seat next to Red.

[5a Violista]

[School Foyer]

"Of course it is," replies Red, stopping her humming. It also turns out she was drawing someone. Not anybody in the room, of course; just a random girl. She doesn't stop drawing; in fact, it looks like she's just doing the finishing touches on it.

She continues. "You just took it." After drawing one more line on the scarf in the drawing, she looks up at Charlotte. "Hi," she says, holding out a hand. "I don't know you. I'm Jess, but everyone calls me Red."

[Arkhosia]

[School Foyer]

"Of course it is," replies Red, stopping her humming. It also turns out she was drawing someone. Not anybody in the room, of course; just a random girl. She doesn't stop drawing; in fact, it looks like she's just doing the finishing touches on it.

She continues. "You just took it." After drawing one more line on the scarf in the drawing, she looks up at Charlotte. "Hi," she says, holding out a hand. "I don't know you. I'm Jess, but everyone calls me Red."

Charlotte La'Forette. Glad to meet you Red.
She replies, shaking her hand and then sitting down.
I'm new here. Just started attending, actually.

[Ionbound]

[Locker Halls]

Harold might realize that, instead of being translocated, the locker simply turned into air, as he'll be able to notice some slight magical residue, but otherwise, not trace of the magic that just happened. Meanwhile, the girl sighs and says, "Give me a minute...I'll have someone here who can clean all this up." She closes her eyes, and a shimmering gate opens, though which steps...((LD, if you want to play this girl's go-to summon, here's where you enter.))

[5a Violista]

Foyer

"Oh, cool. That's why I haven't met you yet," says Red. She smiles.

Then, she remembers she wanted to add something else to the drawing. A transparent earring, right there.

After drawing it, she begins speaking again. "So are you in this class, too? We're going on a class trip to the Lost Hedges in, like, seven minutes. It's going to be really fun. Even if you're not in the class, you should still come along. I'm sure nobody would mind."

[Arkhosia]

Foyer

"Oh, cool. That's why I haven't met you yet," says Red. She smiles.

Then, she remembers she wanted to add something else to the drawing. A transparent earring, right there.

After drawing it, she begins speaking again. "So are you in this class, too? We're going on a class trip to the Lost Hedges in, like, seven minutes. It's going to be really fun. Even if you're not in the class, you should still come along. I'm sure nobody would mind."

no, but as you said Red, I'm sure no one will mind! Besides, I'm quite good at thaumaturgy, so if anything happens I should be fine.
Charlotte replies, the olive-skinned girl grinning.

[5a Violista]

[Foyer]

"Thaumaturgy?" Red repeats. "Like...mathematicians? That kind of thaumaturgian? You're a mathematician?" She sets down the drawn-on page so she can puzzle through this mystery. Actually, instead of puzzling through it, her face breaks out in a grin. "That's so cool! I've always heard of those. They're so strong. I heard of all the things they can do. So, is it true? Everything they say about them? I mean, you? Since you're one."

[Arkhosia]

[Foyer]

"Thaumaturgy?" Red repeats. "Like...mathematicians? That kind of thaumaturgian? You're a mathematician?" She sets down the drawn-on page so she can puzzle through this mystery. Actually, instead of puzzling through it, her face breaks out in a grin. "That's so cool! I've always heard of those. They're so strong. I heard of all the things they can do. So, is it true? Everything they say about them? I mean, you? Since you're one."

I dunno, really. Do you mean one of those people who summons stuff? Because that's basically what I do. Oh, check this out!
Charlotte holds the pendant on her necklace, and in a flash her clothing changes to a black skirt that reaches her knees, a red t shirt, and black snow boots with red trim.
Pretty neat huh?

[Slii Arhem]

Schoolwide Alert!


The PA system, a sophisticated and therefore notoriously unreliable melding of science, magic, and luddite rock-bash-stuffedness, blares to life in a hiss of static and a buzz of actual things buzzing.

Some students may be inclined to ignore the swarmlike, ominous hum rumbling through the halls from the many suspended resonant crystals, but they're soon followed and covered up by the frantic swatting and flailing of a teacher attempting to thrash their way through to the microphone. Each of their swings are easily picked up as they plow through a mass of something hard and crunchy in the path of their progress.

*Ksssht* We would like to congratulate Ms. Penelope Zen*ksssshhht* on her project for this year's first term mag*kssht*air. However, we would remind all fair participants that any project, no matter *ksssht*nert it may seem, should be kept secured as best as possible against its unlikely escape.

*Kssssssht* If Ms. Zenkar would please report to the gymnasium to collect her cloth-repurposing hybrid locust-moths, the staff would appreciate all haste. Students may now return to their normal duties. *kssssht*

The buzzing in the PA has been steadily growing louder, drowning out the teacher's attempts to speak over the noise. It isn't until the PA finally kicks out that most people in the halls will realize that it wasn't coming from the PA systems.

And then, in places just above the highest concentrations of students, air duct grates begin to rattle off their mountings as repeated staccato body-slams perpetrated by tiny, armor-plated flying insects jar them loose. Most of the students in the halls and classrooms will only have moments to react before massive bugs with wide, complicated mouths full of sharp, hooked mandibles begin streaming down to assault their clothing.

((While this is a school-wide event to get everyone posting a bit more, those currently in scenes can say that their current scenes are taking place before this happened, or if they want to maintain timeline continuity they can jump into a dimensional locker and avoid the bug swarms altogether.))

[Deathkeeper]

Locker Halls

Isaac sighs at the start of the announcement, and picks up his Emergency Pack, a small one-shoulder backpack made of a durable plastic which he uses whenever he thinks something stupid is about to go down.
And as the announcement continues, he's congratulated by confirmation of such. He slams his locker shut and decides to make a break for it. He could just hide in his locker, but he'll get in trouble if he's late to class.
Which means all he can do is aim a little blast of transmutation at the grate in front of him in an attempt to seal it up (which is likely the only thing it won't possibly do) and sprints for his room, which isn't that far away...

[Shadowcaller]

[School Entrance]

Arik looks up. Enchanted insects, fascinating. "Looks like there are other things you have to get used to." He comments as they can see the swarm of insects being released upon it's students. "Are you capable of dealing with these pests? If you need casting time I will of course keep them away from you." Three water elementals appear near Arik as he surveys the situation. It doesn't look like he's too interested in stopping it right now however, just to keep the insects away from himself and his student.

[OrchestraHc]

[The Class Building -> Gymnasium]

Peter Terwilliger is an odd duck here at Zafflebrod's. Brawny and tan from a life of farmwork, Pete is not the sort to immediately turn to magic to solve his problem. This is likely because his primary claim to magical talent is being able to light the privvy candles by squinting at them. The bugs being significantly faster than candles, he's very quick to dismiss the idea of lighting them on fire.

He also doesn't quite get what repurposing means, but cloth, locust, and moth all ring bells in his somewhat thick head, and he pieces a plan together quickly. If these things are coming from the gym, that means the way to solve the problem is in the gym, and if these things eat clothes...

A farmboy wearing nothing but his boxers, his boots, and a look of determination, is currently making a mad dash for the gymnasium, hoping his synthetic fiber undies will be of no interest to the bugs. No idea what he'll do when he gets there, but he's sure he'll think of something.

He always thinks of something.

[Morty]

[School Entrance]

"GAH!" Batu screams as he backs away instinctively. "I... don't think I have anything that could have an effect on those!"

[Shadowcaller]

[School Entrance]

"Try to focus on what you can do rather than what you cannot. If you can't defeat the enemy outright perhaps you can distract it, make them fall on their feet by pulling the rug under them. Try not to destroy the interior though, you want to make a good first impression." Though considering Arik's first impression of this college the interior might be the least of their concerns. Eldritch might be hard to control but this was nothing short of amateurish. Hopefully it was a rare event.