Check on Abraham (Willpower):
He couldn't just ask Abraham. Not really. He knew what it was like. If someone was attacking you for whatever reason, you clammed up. Nobody was going to help a flit, and nobody smart would interfere with whatever was happening, so the only people who were interested were those who were just doing it to screw with you more, and the stupid, who were rarely any help.
So he spent all of Saturday morning skulking around, listening to the various Narubite students who lived near Abraham.
(Check on Abraham - 31 + 10 (Cha) = 41 vs 80 DC. Solid failure.)
He must have spent hours there, pretending he was reading his textbook up against the wall, or strolling down the corridor with the occasional student giving him odd looks. Oh well, he thought. Maybe this was something he wasn't going to find out.
(Check on Abraham - 63 + 10 (Cha) = 73 vs 80 DC. Bare failure. Something happens.)
Saturday Afternoon:
(Scout out the Library - 32 + 46 = 78 vs DC 80. Bare failure. Next roll gains +78).
Almost. Ulos almost thought he understood where the three filing systems were, where the Souls books tended to be. So he went to the second floor, searching for the texts that should've been there. All Runesmithing.
"Damn. Damn, damn, damn."
He was on the verge of understanding the insane filing system, he knew it, but he wasn't quite there yet.
Sunday Morning:
Equations. Those were all that went through Ulos's mind now. The equations for spell volume, to be exact. Four hundred and thirteen exercises in the book on spell volume alone, each one more complex than the last. Working his way through these had not given him some fundamental understanding of spell volume, but he knew mastering a single piece of theory was incredibly valuable. Being able to understand how to modify his own spells (when he finally got to cast one!) would be invaluable, as he was not able to cast many of the standard-powered spells one would find in books or in many classes.
For the first few hours, he worked, stuck desperately on one problem.
"So sigil line length corresponds with spell volume in the domain of fire about eighty percent of the time, so why not here? Why do fireballs behave differently to igniting the air? What is the different?
Suddenly, he found the answer. "Of course. Cross-domain spells exist, and the element a spell manipulates is gradual rather than absolute. A spell might shift between being majority one-domain or another, but it takes on the attributes of not only the majority domain, but the domains that make up its constituents! So if I alter the equation according to the domain of air..."
(Training Roll: Magical Theory. (1+5)x4 Int = 20. gained +1 Lore: Magical Theory. Current rank is +10 Magical Theory (5/20 next step).)
Suddenly he was going through the problems at a rate, altering the equations and writing them down in his precise, tiny script. He stopped at the end, noting he had almost consumed an entire notebook. He really needed some alternative. Ah, well. A question for later.
Sunday Afternoon:
(Training Roll: Magical Theory. (3)x4 Int = 12. gained +0 Lore: Magical Theory. Current rank is +10 Magical Theory (17/20 next step).)
Sunette showed up, though not Abraham. They studied together quietly, Sunette mostly asking questions about spell alteration and Ulos answering. He felt like he was beyond her at the moment - she had studied hard, but perhaps not as hard as Ulos. She asked questions, Ulos answered, and whenever Ulos asked a question about some point that confused him, she had no idea. It wasn't that she was stupid, just a little further behind than he was at a stage where they were learning exactly the same material.
(Training Roll: History. (4)x4 Int = 16. gained +2 Lore: History Current rank is +8 History (1/10 next step).)
Likewise with History, though Sunette had an interesting note there.
"We know when the Empire fell, the Six-Fox Pact rose up to oppose it. What most don't know, I suspect, is that the only reason the Pact won was because the King of Bones was sabotaging it the entire time."
"Really?"
"Yes, it makes sense. The central Undying who remained were the most powerful of the empire's Clans, being so close to the old capital. They fought the Pact for five or six years before deciding to take the field themselves, as the Pact started laying siege to their cities and assassinating their messengers. The first three battles - Rantemario, Akkitar, and Narubar were all losses for the Pact, and big ones, too. Rantemario saw six hundred Pact mages killed, and Akkitar saw another two hundred. I think there was only like three or four hundred left at that point, and most of them died in the battle of Narubar. After the city of Narubar fell to the Undying, though, a lot of them just... died. Like, magical attacks straight through their wards, massive magical defense setups failing, and a huge chain of perpetual coincidences nobody but an idiot would believe were coincidences."
"So why don't the Narubites or the Undying know?"
"The Narubites, well... I think their Senators probably know. But for the average person, telling them the King of Bones helped them on their way to independence doesn't help the whole 'Rah, rah, let's fight the Empire' thing. The Undying... well, I bet they know. The King of Bones probably uses it to keep them in line, you know? Screw with me, and maybe Narubar finds out how to kill you, sort of thing. But you wouldn't tell the average person in the Empire, because the King of Bones wants his enemies sounding strong and keeping the people in line, y'know?"
Ulos nodded. It made a sort of sense. I mean, reading what he had, the King of Bones had hardly been the most powerful of the Undying before he took over, and the Empire looked poised for a civil war. Having all your most powerful rivals killed off in the middle of killing the rebellion threatening your lands would be an amazing coup, if you could manage it. The rebellion gets completely exhausted, and you get the ability to form government. Sure, you need to lose half the continent, but the alternative would be helping the more powerful Undying crush the rebellion and reform a government at Vorstal, which would leave you out in the cold with no power for another thousand years.
"Makes sense. Hey, I know it's earlier than we normally finish when we go hard, but I'm just a little bit worried about Abraham. Do you want to come check on him?"
(Sunette Relationship Roll: 16 vs DC 80, failure.)
(No Abraham Relationship Roll due to ???)
(Does Sunette Help? 71 + 40 (Friendship) + 10 (Cha) = 121 vs DC 80 (50 base, 30 from Sunette Trait: Cautious). Great success!)
"Sure thing. Let's head on down to his room and see what's going on. He's been... weird, lately. I mean, I know he's a flit, and he's Empire, and either of those things tend to make you weird enough, no offense, Ulos, but even for him he's been acting weird. Let's go"
The two of them walked into the dorms, looking for Abraham's room. Sunette knew where it was, and lead the way towards it, when Ulos heard... something. Someone talking in the bathrooms. It wasn't late enough for dinner, and nobody would be showering now. He whispered.
"Hey, Sunette. I think I hear something."
He gestured towards the bathrooms.
She nodded, and pointed towards them for him to go. She whispered back.
"Ok, check it out. I'll head to Abraham's room."
Ulos walked quietly, stopping just before the door of the bathroom.
"... understand, is that no-one wants you here, Empire. Not even the other Empires!"
"Shut up."
"No, let me explain it to you. The Preparatory is a place for people of class. What, you think because your aunt moved out here you get to stop being an Imperial? You think it means the other Imperials don't look down on you?"
"Shut up."
"Ooh, shut up. Shut up. It's all you can say. You know why? Because you know it's true. You know the Empire doesn't want you here, the Vorstallen don't want you here, and we certainly don't. So here's my offer. Leave, and you get to leave with your head held high. A filthy Imperial gets to go home and tell his stinking family that he managed to learn to read and write. I think that would impress them, don't you?"
"Shut up."
"Or we can do this again. You don't get to shower, you don't get to study, and you certainly don't get to leave the room while you're polluting our block. Right, roomie? Or if you don't understand, maybe I should head back into our room and find that little diary of yours, the one with the heart on it. Maybe that would-"
"SHUT UP!"
Abraham's voice came like a scream, and Ulos heard the sound of flesh on flesh, and then a loud crack as something hit the floor.
He shouldn't have just listened. Damn, he should've done something. Madavian would've done something. Then again... no, no, no. No time to think about this and agonize over it. He had to get in there and figure out what the hell was going on.
He ran in.
Abraham looked up sharply, and held his fists up towards Ulos, before relaxing after a second.
A boy with dyed-blue hair was lying on the floor, unconscious.
"Shit. Shit! Ulos, I-"
"I heard the last bit of it."
"I hit him. I didn't mean to, but... he's a Senator's son, Ulos. What am I going to do? If they find out..."
I'll be expelled.
Ulos heard the silent words, and he knew they were true. Maybe a senator's son could get away with hitting someone, maybe Madavian could. But a flit like him, with no social status or wealth to protect him? No, Abraham was in trouble. What was Ulos going to do?
Welcome to your first Crisis. Crises will take precedence over the week-to-week training while they are ongoing, and will generally be a series of decisions. They take up no extra time or Actions, but until the Crisis is resolved no Training will take place, and no time will elapse.
Please note that votes for the Sub-Options will total together - the Option that gets the most votes will be taken, and the Sub-Option under that option that gets the most votes will be taken.
Help Abraham (Vote for a Sub-Option):
[ ] Get Madavian: Madavian should be back at the room, and he's only five minutes away. He'll know what to do! Time usage: Medium
[ ] Get Sunette: She's not as diplomatic as Madavian (and being cautious may not even agree to help), but she is only a few seconds away. Less likely to have an effect, but very low penalty for failing. Time usage: Very Low
[ ] Move Abraham: The first priority has to be to get Abraham away from the scene of the crime. If someone else sees him standing there, it doesn't matter what plans you come up with. Time usage: Low
Don't Help Abraham (Vote for a Sub-Option):
[ ] Just Walk Away - Abraham hit a Senator's son. If Ulos got involved... well, it could spell disaster for him as well. Better to pretend it never happened, don't involve himself at all. Abraham will leave the Study Group. No other consequences. Ulos will gain Trait: Cautious (Some risky Actions are Locked). Crisis Ends.
[ ] Help the Blue-Haired Boy - Sure, Abraham is asking for help. But if Ulos helped the Blue-Haired Boy, he'd be owed a favour from a Senator's Scion. That wouldn't exactly be a small thing. He could maybe get extra money, or extra training. Abraham is almost certainly expelled. Abraham will leave the study group. Ulos will gain Trait: Calculating (+10 to all Diplomacy rolls that support his best interest over someone else's. -10 to all Diplomacy rolls that would support someone else's best interest over his.). Ulos may gain a Favour from the Blue-Haired Boy. Crisis Ends.