Thread: Mage games

Lox was not a very happy man today, and unfortunately for Meric the mercenary who was sparring with him this was made very obvious with how viciously he was smashing the broadsword he was wielding into the opponents shield. That in an of itself was one of the distinct difference Lox had that made him... unmagely as most of the student body was concerned. Strangely enough Lox looked nothing like what a normal person's view of a mage should be, and seeing as he wasn't getting through Meric's defense he continued to prove to anyone who could see him that he looked more like a thug than any mage or warrior. His height might be what some would expect to see in a powerful magic user but the fact that he was a lot more... muscular was what made him stand out from the average students, that added with a berserk temper as showed with tossing away his shield and using both hands to pummel Meric into submission did not help his case in the least. Mages didn't completely destroy their opponents shields with brute force and a lot of anger, they used their magics and intellect to win a battle but it wasn't that Lox lacked either of those. He was extremely competent at a vast number of arcane disciplines and the undisputed best at creating magical items in the entire school, he just had a lot of anger to work out from frustrating projects and snippy bastards sliding in insults when they could. By the gods thug, does your wrath have no end or do you sleep on a bed of spikes at night? Helping one of his only friends up he muttered darkly about Meric being an uneducated bastard that wouldn't understand his troubles, but the man only laughed and clapped him on the shoulder as they headed inside one of the main entrances of the academy for food. Thug was the unofficial name everyone called him weather he liked it or not, and while Meric was his sparring buddy and not a magic user he called him that just to poke an already hostile animal in the side for kicks. Seriously though thug, that's the third set of training equipment you've ruined by foregoing skill for all out brutality this week! What's eating you? Agitatedly running his hands through his semi long hair he turned his crimson eyes on his friend and sighed tiredly. The summer equinox festival is coming up and I'm being forced to attend, that and I found a dead animal in my locker this morning.... Meric whistled low recalling the huge hubab that occurred as he made his morning rounds around the campus. Apparently someone had completely blown up half of the males section of storage lockers most of the students kept their extra books and supplies in during classes. I would think after the incident in the dormitories they'd have learned their lesson by now... Shrugging in a defeated way the only thing Lox wanted to do was get some food and get back to the solitude of the lone tower he was put in after blowing up a good chunk of the male living area. Peace seemed far off though as they walked into the large dining chamber only to be looked at by quite a few sitting individuals and hearing the word thug murmured all over the place. It didn't help Lox's case that being of an unknown decent his hair had the appearance of fresh snow, effectively making him stick out like a sore thumb. The animal thing I can deal with Meric, It's the mingling with snooty bastards and not setting the festival grounds ablaze that will be the hard part. Shaking his head Meric loaded down his own plate with food before picking a secluded spot for them to sit before replying. Lox... Buddy. You need something to occupy your mind in a way that nothing gets in. A woman would do you a world of good to blow off some steam but damn there won't be an academy or training equipment left if this keeps going.