The Tinpot Princess and Her Many Travels

[Zam]

A well written piece, dripping with tone and character (Plus world building) as always, best of luck going forward!

 

[Hye]

Woo, I look forward to the new quest. I mean, I need to actually start on the Timetravelling quest, but since I'm not through my backlog, yet (more stuff keeps coming and I'll never be done!), I don't know when I'll be able to start on it. Although, if it's a new quest, I could relatively easy get into it from the word "go"

 

[Nevill]

Color me intrigued. Elys is very much a protagonist material, complete with her own party, so I wonder what kind of story would both feature her and not have her meddling incessantly in its plot as protagonists are wont to do.

 

[Chandagnac]

Woo, I look forward to the new quest. I mean, I need to actually start on the Timetravelling quest, but since I'm not through my backlog, yet (more stuff keeps coming and I'll never be done!), I don't know when I'll be able to start on it. Although, if it's a new quest, I could relatively easy get into it from the word "go"

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Heh, how do you ever get anything done?

Color me intrigued. Elys is very much a protagonist material, complete with her own party, so I wonder what kind of story would both feature her and not have her meddling incessantly in its plot as protagonists are wont to do.

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Take a look at my notes at the end of this post, if you like.

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When One Door Closes, Another Opens​

'May we use your backroom?' asks your father, ignoring the pint glass that was just put down in front of him.

'Yeah. I suppose so. Um, I might need to tidy a few things out of there, first.'

'We'll wait,' says your father. 'We're in no hurry.'

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Before you came to this tavern, Jana warned you about Sir Moridan's horrific scars; even so, you feel unprepared for the sickening reality. You try not to stare at his shattered visage, his twisted lips, his missing ear, or his gouged-out eye socket, but… it's difficult. He's fascinatingly horrible to look at. Almost a work of art, in his own way.

'This is Sir Moridan Ambros,' Jana eagerly introduces him to your parents. 'He helped me when I was… um…'

'Wandering around the city on your own, without an escort?' Your father tuts and shakes his head. 'That was foolish of you, Jana.'

'Hey, I wasn't alone! I had Amber with me.'

'Who's Amber?' asks your mother, frowning.

Jana mutters something indistinct. It's quite hard to tell when she's blushing, but you're pretty sure she's blushing furiously right now.

'It's good to meet you, Sir Moridan,' says your father, extending a hand in greeting.

'Likewise,' the former death knight agrees.

'Sir Moridan is a great detective!' Jana exclaims, glad of this opportunity to change the subject. 'I'm sure he can help with… well, you know.'

'I'm not sure if I'd call myself a "great detective",' says Moridan. His voice is a grating rasp. 'If there are unexplained deaths or missing people, I'll do my best to find out what happened. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes not. I can't claim a perfect success rate.'

'Regardless, I'm sure your skills will be of help to us,' says your father. 'Shall we take this conversation to the backroom?'

'Hadn't we better wait until Belle gets here?' you ask. 'I mean, we are waiting for her, right?'

Your father looks pensive. 'I'm sure Belle will arrive precisely when she means to. In fact, she's probably in there already, waiting for us.'

Sure enough, when you, your family, and Moridan enter the backroom, closing the door behind you, Bellona Kachalskey comes gliding out of the shadows. You're glad to see her looking alive and well. Better than "well", in fact. She's always been very pretty – sort of effortlessly beautiful in a way that, since you're getting old enough that you feel the need to actively take care of your appearance, makes you feel kinda jealous – but now she seems to glow with radiant energy and health.

'It's good to see you, Belle,' says your mother, walking over to her and hugging her. 'I'm glad that you're not… uh…' She hesitates, takes a deep breath, and continues, 'I'm glad that you haven't taken permanent harm from when the Sea Ghouls attacked you.'

'I have several people to thank for that,' says Bellona. 'Including you. Thank you, Yslena.' She sees Sir Moridan kneeling in front of her, screws up her face in embarrassment, and says, 'No, don't do that. I'm not a goddess, just another one of Teryn's servants.'

'You are his Chosen, the one closest to him, more highly favoured than any other servant,' Moridan says reverently. 'But… in the interests of being able to work together without making you uncomfortable, I'll try to keep my veneration of you to a minimum.'

'Mmm. Let's keep things professional,' Bellona replies.

'I expect you'd like to know why we asked you to come here today,' says your father, leaning against the closest wall. 'Yslena can explain it better than I, but… over the past few months, King Marc has been acting strangely. We suspect that he's being influenced by the Aspitis, somehow. Obviously, it's not a good thing for the people of Rivayne if their king is being controlled by a nation of slave traders with ambitions of conquest – and no one else seems to be doing anything about it – so, I guess it's up to us. We'll find out what's actually going on, free the king from whatever enchantment is binding him, and catch whoever's behind this.' He gives your mother a nod. 'Over to you, Izzy.'

Your mother goes on to detail what she saw in King Marc's court, her conversations with Lord Elward and Prince Kristan, and the mysterious riddle she heard from Shelleycotes the jester. Bellona and Moridan both give every sign of listening intently. 'What do you think?' you mother asks, finally.

'A tricky situation,' says Bellona. 'I can see how this merits my involvement.' She gives a small nod. 'Yes, I'll help.'

'As will I,' says Moridan. 'How do you plan to go about this?'

'First, I thought we'd get in touch with the king's eldest son, Prince Barathar, and find out what he thinks about all this. Queen Amalia, too,' says your father. 'Let's establish all the facts before we start investigating the three main suspects, all right?'

'And what do you want us to do?' you ask, indicating yourself and Jana.

'I want you two to stay out of harm's way, somewhere that will keep you safe from Aspiti kidnappers, Sea Ghouls, demons, and anyone else who might want to attack you,' says your father.

'Mishrak's undersea palace is perfectly safe,' you assure him.

'I'm not so sure about that,' says your mother. 'He dotes on you too much. It's not good for you. I've seen how easily you can manipulate him into doing whatever you want. And… I'm not sure that you understand how dangerous a war with Aspitolm is likely to be. I don't want you to get anywhere near the fighting. Most certainly, I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and have to rescue you or your friends from Aspiti mercenaries again.'

Jana looks shamefaced at that.

'I want you to be safe, far away from the fighting, enjoying what's left of your childhood,' your mother says softly. 'You don't need to be involved in this.'

'Which is part of the reason why we've decided to send you away to boarding school,' your father adds.

'What?! Why is this the first I'm hearing about this?!' You screech in surprise.

Your mother winces. 'We'll discuss this later. Now isn't the time.'

'I disagree!' you cry.

'Elys…' Your father sighs heavily. Evidently, he realises that he made a tactical error by casually mentioning how they're going to upend your entire life by sending you away to school. 'Please don't shout. Don't make a scene. You know better than that. Like your mother said, we'll discuss it later.'

And so, for the rest of the meeting, you sit on a packing crate, quietly fuming. Meanwhile, while your parents, Bellona, and Moridan, discuss the next steps in their plan. You're not really paying attention, but it seems like they're going to be sending a lot of letters to various people.

Hours later, after you've returned home, your parents come to you and explain their reasoning. They want you to be safe and far away from the war with Aspitolm; the Engelram Academy of the Magical Arts is in Asquellon, nowhere near the coastline, and it is home to some of the mightiest wizards in all of Quellonia, more than capable of protecting their charges from all-comers. You'll be able to take Jana and Catharne with you, but this is a great opportunity for you to make some more friends of your own age. More cynically, it's a chance to meet young men and women who will one day be powerful and influential: people who might eventually be useful to you. Also, while your parents have done their best to give you a good education, they feel that what you've learned is more 'wide-ranging' than 'well-rounded'; they hope that the Engelram Academy will nurture, strengthen, and develop your talents so that you can be very successful in your adult life.

Put like that, it doesn't sound so bad. Before long, you're actually looking forward to it. Uncle Mishrak is somewhat crestfallen, though.

Spoiler: Notes

The Tinpot Princess and Her Many Travels may eventually return, after a lengthy timeskip. I think I made a mistake in starting this quest when Elys was a tiny baby and then not immediately skipping to when she'd grown old enough to have adventures of her own. (If you like, you could think of my new quest as a disguise for the big jump between where Elys is now and where she'll be as an adult.)

I like all of the characters I've created for this quest, but the whole thing has got rather unwieldy. Also, Elys has such a large support network of competent adults who care deeply about her that it's difficult to come up with storylines where she has to do something herself instead of saying, "Hey, mom and dad, can you defeat this horrible monster who's been chasing me?" or "Uncle Mishrak, can you buy me something I want, pretty please?"

I came up with a complicated plotline for what's going on in King Marc's court, but then I thought to myself, 'Hang on, I thought Elys was supposed to be the star of this story? This has got nothing to do with her."

So, I shelved it for… quite a long time. Nine months, in fact.

Hmm. Maybe I won't start my next quest immediately. I want to spend some time working on my novel. But when I eventually get around to it, the new quest will take place in an entirely different mage academy to the one Elys is going to, and it'll be starring a new protagonist who doesn't have any of her advantages. Elys's offscreen storyline will eventually intersect with that of the new quest, so she'll cross over into it, but it won't happen straight away.

I'll post something here to let you know when I've started my new quest. Goodbye for now!

 

[ImperatorV]

Elys was hilariously fun, but I can see how it's hard to challenge her in a realistic way. She might be even more fun from an outside perspective, so we can have people reacting to her shenanigans.

 

[Hye]

Heh, how do you ever get anything done?

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I don't

Hmm. I do find it kinda weird to include Elys in these talks, especially if they're just going to exclude her in the future. But it also makes sense, since Moridan is Jana's contact and she should be there. And if she's there, so is Elys.

 

[Zam]

Ah, I will miss Ely, Jana and Catharne but I can see why they'd be awkward fits for this kind of story, regardless an interesting chapter and set up, best of luck going forward!

 

[Tascion]

I'm looking forward to the next story, and will be hopeful to see Elys again in the future.

Do please put a note here, when you get the school quest or this quest's sequel up

 

[Flashkannon]

I'm glad to see this, and you all, after so long! I knew I kept this tabbed these long months for a reason! I'll be looking forward to your next quest with anticipation! Hogwarts-y magic schools have always been a soft spot kinda thing for me, so I will be super glad when it's triwizard time and Elys comes roaring in through the door to take the crown

That said, I'm glad we got some closure here, if brief. It's always welcome to hear back, no matter how old the thread gets.

 

[Chandagnac]

Hmm. I do find it kinda weird to include Elys in these talks, especially if they're just going to exclude her in the future. But it also makes sense, since Moridan is Jana's contact and she should be there. And if she's there, so is Elys.

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That's more or less my reasoning for it, yes.

I'm looking forward to the next story,

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I'll be looking forward to your next quest with anticipation!

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Well...

As an introduction to my new quest, I wrote this:

Introduction​

In his youth, Opernus Prentigold was one of the mightiest wizards in the Sambian Empire, a hero of numerous wars against Rhuzad and the Wranni, renowned for his awesome and terrifying magic powers. Even now, though his body has been ravaged by fire and old age, he remains an imposing figure. Standing before you, he is a spry, wiry old man, dressed in austere, plain black robes, whose only concession to the increasing curvature of his spine is to stoop but a little; it's clear from his proud bearing that he'd stand ramrod straight if he could. For the past ten years, he has been the headmaster of the Tyrepheum Academy of the Magical Arts (and its affiliated College), ever since the mysterious disappearance of his predecessor, Galadan the Mystic. With his wizened face set in an expression of disapproval, he glances around the auditorium at this year's smattering of new students, of which you happen to be one. Whatever he sees evidently doesn't impress.

The earliest one can be admitted to the mages' school is at the age of eleven, but there are a handful of older pupils whose magical talents weren't discovered until relatively late, whose parents wanted to keep them at home for as long as possible before relinquishing them, or who had to wait an extra year to save up enough money to pay the school fees. Altogether, spread thinly across the three rows closest to the stage, forty new students have joined the school this year. Whether that's a good number, more than enough to pay for the school's running costs, you have no idea. It doesn't seem very many.

When Prentigold speaks, his voice is clear and cold, with a harsh edge of exasperation. 'Legend says that magic was a gift from the elder gods: they passed on their unwanted tools to us mere mortals. Or perhaps Telthalus the Trickster planted a seed of divine power within each of us, so that one day we might amuse him with our silly fumblings. Either way, the temples tell us that we should be grateful for this gift: we should be humble, meek, and endlessly praise the gods for whatever crumbs they see fit to drop from their table.'

He laughs. It is a plainly artificial laugh, signifying contempt. Some of the new pupils, eager to please, try to laugh with him, but he glares them into silence. 'I say we owe nothing to the gods,' he says, after a brief pause. 'All that I have accomplished, I achieved by my own hand, by dint of painstaking effort and strength of will. When I have triumphed, it has been as a result of my hard work, courage, and stubbornness. What I have wrought is mine, no one else's, and I shall defend it against all comers!' With his face twisted in a wrathful snarl, he bellows the last few words of this declaration. Then, subsiding, he takes a deep breath. 'There are a great many wizards who have similar beliefs. Magic is just a tool we have learned to use, through millennia of study, practice, and experimentation. With it, a man can warp reality, reshape the world around him, tame the laws of nature and bring them to heel. That's what you're here to learn.' He makes a sweeping gesture with one hand. 'Like this.'

All around him, the stage changes: it becomes a miniature version of the city of Tyrepheum. As far as you can tell, it is perfect in every detail: there are houses, shops, temples to various gods; bridges, docks, the river running through; high walls and guard towers; the mansions of the nobility; masses of tiny people hurrying through the cobbled streets; and so much more. Even if you had hours to examine it, you think there'd still be more to discover. But you don't have nearly that long. After only a few minutes, Prentigold winces, rolls his shoulders, and closes his eyes, briefly. The illusory city vanishes as quickly it appeared.

Wearily, Prentigold continues his speech: 'For as long as my concentration lasts, my illusions might as well be real. In a way, they are real, for as long as the spell lasts. But as soon as I look away, it's gone. To make a spell last longer than a few seconds, you need a ritual. When the Elder Gods built this world, they based it on rituals: spring, summer, autumn, winter; day and night; the endless cycles of nature. While you live, your body's natural rituals keep you alive: the drumming of your heartbeat; the rhythms of your breathing; the constant need to eat, digest, and excrete. And so on.' He laughs again, unpleasantly. 'Everything is ritual. This entire world and everything in it. You can do some very impressive things with rituals, if you know how. For instance, the Golden Men of Chamdara banished death from their lands and made themselves immortal with a ritual that lasted for thousands of years...'

He pauses, letting his voice trail off into silence. Then, smiling thinly, he says, 'But all things must end, eventually. Anything that disrupts the ritual – even for a moment – will break the spell, so be careful of that. At this school, we'll teach you how to set up rituals as well and reliably as possible, but… alas, entropy will have its say.' Another deep breath. 'Still, a wizard must be versatile. On the other end of the scale, if you don't want spells that last a long time, if you only need them to last a few moments – just a spurt and a splatter – you'll learn that here as well. A truly skilled wizard can strip a ritual down to the basics, reduce it to a few words and concepts held in the mind, casting spells with barely a thought. That level of skill is something you should all aspire to.

'You are all here because, on some level, you deserve to be. You have a spark of potential which, here at this school, we will fan into a flame. If you're willing to work hard, spend time studying, and are determined to succeed. You could be great, you could be mighty, you could become a legend that will ring out through the ages. Or you could die. You could be erased from existence. This place has a tendency to weed out the weaklings.' Prentigold glowers at the pupils sitting in front of him. They're hanging on to his every word, slack-jawed and awestruck. Maybe by his sheer presence, or maybe they're just overwhelmed by everything he's said so far, struggling to take it all in. What he has said hardly seems age-appropriate for a room full of mostly eleven-year-olds. Evidently, he has high expectations of his pupils; he demands adult-level intelligence and maturity from all of them, no matter how old they are.

'Yes… think of this school as a hungry monster: it consumes the careless, feeds upon the foolish, and ingurgitates the incompetent,' he says with a sneer. 'Beware.'

For a moment, he turns away. Then, he gives a start, glances around the room again, and says, 'Oh, and… welcome to the academy. I hope your time here will be most useful.' Another thin smile. 'At this point, I believe it is customary to wish you good luck. I won't do that. You will fail or succeed on your own merits. Instead, I wish you fair reward for your efforts, fair punishment for your sins: justice, in other words. May you get everything you deserve.' The way he says it, it sounds like a curse.

Finally, he leaves the room. No one moves for several minutes after he's gone, just in case he comes back.

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Please read and let me know what you think. Hope you like it!

Hogwarts-y magic schools have always been a soft spot kinda thing for me, so I will be super glad when it's triwizard time and Elys comes roaring in through the door to take the crown

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Heh. Thanks for the idea. I hadn't actually thought of that until you mentioned it.

 

[Hye]

Please read and let me know what you think. Hope you like it!

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I like it. It does give me a slight Hogwarts vibe, but with Snape or maybe a smart QuirrelMort as the headmaster. I like Prentigold. I foresee many a trip to his office after stupid stunts. Or maybe giving him an aneurysm from our antics and/or when we possibly crack the code of the universe and start slinging magic no one else can do. Because you know we will be min-maxing the fuck out of Elys

But I really look forward to it, it sounds like it's gonna be awesome

 

[Zam]

Please read and let me know what you think. Hope you like it!

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Dang that was a flipping intense introduction, I really lied the opening segment of the speech especially, (Defy the gods! -shakes fist at sky- Your power is your own!) Though his segment at the end does make me wonder if he embraces meritocracy too much to know that different backgrounds will impact & influence people. Regardless it fits in super well with his presented attitude, the introductory exposition was solid and it served as a very grounded yet badass and intriguing look into the world, that immortality ritual was like, woah! Plus I loved the general spell work we got to see and how the mood of the room shifted like whiplash, kudos!

 

[Tascion]

'Yes… think of this school as a hungry monster: it consumes the careless, feeds upon the foolish, and ingurgitates the incompetent,' he says with a sneer. 'Beware.'

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I'm surprised parents send their kids to this school, but it sounds like it has good potential for a quest

 

[Chandagnac]

I like it. It does give me a slight Hogwarts vibe, but with Snape or maybe a smart QuirrelMort as the headmaster. I like Prentigold.

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He's an entertaining mixture of different influences: part Snape, part QuirrelMort, and part Andrew Ryan from Bioshock (i.e. "Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?").

It's also a riff on the fact that there are so many Harry Potter fanfics in which Dumbledore is evil. I'm considering having 'Evil Dumbledore' as one of the tags for this new quest, when I finally get it up and running.

Because you know we will be min-maxing the fuck out of Elys

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Elys isn't going to be the main character of this new quest (though she will appear in it).

Though his segment at the end does make me wonder if he embraces meritocracy too much to know that different backgrounds will impact & influence people.

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That's assuming he's being entirely honest about what he believes in. Maybe he's hiding something?

I'm surprised parents send their kids to this school

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Classic "scare 'em straight" shock tactics. The school isn't as dangerous as Prentigold would have you believe. Not usually, anyway.

But I really look forward to it, it sounds like it's gonna be awesome

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but it sounds like it has good potential for a quest

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I'm gonna keep working on it. I want to figure out all the details before I start posting it.

 

[Zam]

Ah I see, that all makes sense!

 

[Chandagnac]

All right, I did it. Bit the bullet. I've started my new quest.

You can find it here: School of Sorcery

Please go ahead and take a look!

 

[Flashkannon]

Please read and let me know what you think. Hope you like it!

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I very much do! I am intrigued! This headmaster feels dangerous, but dedicated to teaching! I forsee a series of practical lectures, with Real Life Consequences

Heh. Thanks for the idea. I hadn't actually thought of that until you mentioned it.

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[Chandagnac]

So... I've been rereading this quest. It's been two years since I last posted anything here and there are some parts of it that I haven't read for nearly four years. I've been surprised by how much I enjoyed reading it again, by how much shorter it is than I remember it being, and by what a wonderful group of players I had while it was still ongoing. Seriously, you guys were amazing. I'm sorry for all my whining and complaining, and I feel like I didn't appreciate you as much as you deserved. Hindsight, eh?

Anyway, I don't know if anyone still has this quest bookmarked, but I thought you might like to know that I'm planning to bring back Elys (and Jana, Catharne, and all the others) in a new quest that will be called Chosen by the Dragon God.

This is what I've written as a description of the new quest:

Elys Allardyne is the Chosen of Mishrak the Dragon God. Join in her fantastic adventures, travel to wondrous places, battle against demons and monsters, defy the darkness and bring hope to the despairing. She is the heroine the world needs!

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And this is what I've written for the opening of the new quest:

The Mirror Monster (Part One)

You are Elys Allardyne, daughter of Yslena and Gareth. When you were a tiny baby, you were kidnapped by Sea Ghouls, evil spirits from under the sea, who planned to steal your soul and turn you into a mindless puppet. You were rescued by your parents, former adventurers, who made a deal with Mishrak the Dragon God in order to reach the deep-sea palace of the Sea Ghouls and retrieve you from their slimy grasp.

From then on, Mishrak took an interest in your wellbeing and you adopted him as an honorary uncle: you would later find out that he had unwittingly given you a tiny fraction of his power, granting you various supernatural abilities and making you develop more quickly than any normal child. Eventually, he made you his Chosen: his champion among mortals, empowered to act on his behalf, which might be more impressive if you weren't only eleven years old.

Until recently, you were the Princess of Ismar and Windskil, two small islands in the Sea of Squalls. Now, you are princess of nothing. The great slaving Empire of Aspitolm conquered your home islands, planning to use them as stepping stones from which to launch their eventual invasion of the Quellonian mainland. You, your family, and your subjects fought valiantly but were forced into exile. Having taken refuge in your divine patron's underwater halls, your parents are gathering allies and preparing to strike back against the Aspitis. You had hoped and expected to be asked to help them with that. Instead, they sent you away to boarding school.

After nearly two months, the Engelram Academy of the Magical Arts feels less like home than ever. You have made no new friends, you have been put in a class full of fifteen-and-sixteen-year-olds who treat you like a toddling child, and some of the teachers seem to resent the fact that you are already a more accomplished mage than they are. It's almost as if they look down on you for being the Chosen of a god, as if they're assuming you gained your knowledge and powers by unsavoury means, and they treat you poorly because of it.

Your new classmates are irritating and condescending. Initially, some of the boys tried flirting with you, but they were abashed and humiliated when they found out your real age; afterwards, they took to calling you by the unpleasant nickname of 'Princess Jailbait'. The others seem envious of your abilities, or they see you as a ridiculous figure to be sneered at, or they refuse to acknowledge your presence in any way whatsoever. None of them are willing to give you a chance to befriend them.

It wouldn't be so bad if Jana, your handmaiden and best friend, was with you. She is loyal and brave, but has much less magical power than you do; therefore, she has been placed in one of the less advanced classes, with fellow pupils who are around her own age. For most of the day, almost every day, you are separated from her. As far as you can tell, she seems happy, although she feels a bit guilty about not being able to accompany you and carry out her duties.

Also, after only a few weeks, your noble steed, Catharne the dragonling, went home to her father, Mishrak. She didn't like being cooped up in the stables all day and her scent was making the horses very nervous, and so you were persuaded that it would be better for everyone if she was sent away. You didn't like to do it, since she is almost like a little sister to you – actually, since Mishrak is your honorary uncle, she is basically your cousin – but she has grown too large to fit through a normal-sized doorway and you didn't want to leave her in a place where she would be bored all the time. Instead, you've given her a chance to spend time with her dad and his collection of sea monsters, so she's probably having more fun than you are.

You're bored and lonely. None of your teachers know how to teach an eleven-year-old girl who already knows more magic than most adult mages do. Some of them seem to take it as a personal affront that they had nothing to do with your becoming so skilled and talented: they assess your work more harshly than that of any other pupil, they dismiss anything you have to say without even considering it, and they glare at you as if they think that your coming to this school was meant as a deliberate insult to them.

Unable to bear any more of this treatment – especially after you found out that one of your classmate's homework was given a better grade than yours even though he did nothing more than copy out of a textbook – you march to the office of one Professor Elthonar, intending to remonstrate with him. However, just as you are about to knock on his door, you hear an agonized scream and a thud.

You burst into the room and find a monster standing over the professor's disembowelled corpse. Vaguely humanoid in shape, the monster has weirdly elongated limbs, claw-like fingers, and a wide mouth filled with multiple rows of sharp teeth. Its bearded face resembles that of the man it just killed, but with dark eyes like shiny black beetles crawling out of the sunken-in holes in its head.

When it sees you, it takes a step back and a glance behind. It appears to be gazing into a large mirror with an ornate gilt frame, which is affixed to the wall behind Professor Elthonar's desk. Your eyes are drawn to it as well: you expect to see the contents of this office room reflected back at you, but instead you see a distorted landscape of jagged hills and twisted crystal pillars rising up out of a dusty plain that glistens like starlight. The mirror is actually a portal, you realise – but where does it go?

What will you do? (Choose one)
[] Shoot first, ask questions later. Dragon breath!
[] Ask questions first, shoot later.
-[] "Where did you come from? Why did you kill the professor?"
[] "You killed the professor!"
-[] "That's not fair! I wanted to do that!"
[] Attempt to destroy the mirror before the creature can escape.
[] Run away and get help.

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I hope that's a good start, but I'm not entirely sure, which is why I haven't posted it yet.

If there's anyone out there who wants to tell me what they think, please get in touch. I'll be glad to hear from you.

 

[Aabcehmu]

I'm hype!

 

[Tascion]

Don't sell yourself short :-D
200k+ words is quite good, and the quest reached a close. That's two counts in your favor that most quests don't reach.

 

[prof_Chemical]

small typo near the top, (class full of class full of) very excited to see the return of this storyline

 

[Chandagnac]

Thank you, everyone.

All right, I'm going to give this a try. You can find the new quest here.

THE TINPOT PRINCESS HAS RETURNED!