>>46328285

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>So what does being at a magical academy entail?

Writing.

>>46328285
"So... What does being.. At a magical academy, you know... Entail?" You chirp out before melting into the seat from anxiety as everyone's head quickly turned towards you with a loud clunking sound.

You can't see their faces, it's incredibly scary, you have no idea what they think or look like when you asked. But soon enough, the one armed man without a weapon, replies to your question which broke the ice of silence.

"First of all, my sir, Sigil School and Research Castle is not really an academy, at least not in a traditional sense. Nor is it a magical one. There's a massive difference between sigils, or as those initiated call them, powerwords, and magic itself. People studying in the Castle are provided with tools and assist those who already finished the school in finding and deciphering meanings of sigils. Is there anything else you would wish to ask, sir Brin?"

You are left uncomfortable, no one has referred to you per 'sir', and while you are supposed to use that when speaking with someone that's an adult, you doubt you can really classify as one.

>"Uh... When we will get there?"
>"Can I write letters?"
>"Can I.. Not, you know.. Go there?"
>Anything else?

>Can I write letters?
>Wait, sir?

you know i always wanted a quest that went witht he european time,but now i feel pretty sad that nobodys around for smth that shows promise D:

>>46328718
Its europe time, but the middle of the day, when folk are at work.
in a few hours you'll get the majority coming in.

>>46328660
>"Can I write letters?"

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>>46328660
"Can I write letters?" You ask as you were told do. You must admit that the man's voice sounds smooth, pleasant. And the small echo from his helmet gives it a nice tone.

"But of course, sir! We're not heartless, or jailors, as you were and probably still are, afraid of! We're forced to take anyone who shows talent for sigils into our wings for their own safety and greater good of the world." He quickly answers, quite shocked in fact that you thought that they wouldn't let you communicate with outside world.

"For example! The sigil you have unwillingly and completely by accident activated seems quite useless on paper! It merely ignites something. Granteditcancauseimmensecombustionwithoutcare BUT STILL! Imagine hiking in the woods and you lack any way, or don't know any way, to make a campfire! Then all you just need is something to ignite.-" He stops mid sentence, reaching out into his bag and pulling out a piece of paper. "-Like this, or just wood, and use the powerword! Isn't it convenient?"

He seems to be quite into the whole powerword/sigil thing, the passion outright leaks from under his helmet.

>"Yeah, uh.. I guess, and thank you for.. Telling me."
>"Thanks, and I guess."
>"..Or you could burn a building, or an entire city if you know what you're doing.."
>What else?

>Aaaaand speaking of burning things and immense combustion without care....how much shit am I in for that tavern buisness?

>>46328994
>>"Yeah, uh.. I guess, and thank you for.. Telling me."

Writing.

>>46328994
"Yeah, uh.. I guess, and thank you for.. Telling me. And, another question... Am I in big trouble, for you know...."

"Yes, sir Brin?"

"..The whole Tavern thing?"

As soon as you finish, he gives out a hearty chuckle, a laugh in fact. It seems a bit forced, but with the kind of somewhat bubbly personality this person has, you wouldn't be surprised if that's a honest, real laugh you're hearing right now.

"Don't worry! the Castle will-I mean, WOULD pay for all expenses for the collateral damage done. But your father pressed in the charges for the owner for not giving the sigil to us in the first place, and after some additional work, he made sure that... Let's say he's not going to do anything else for a while and won't be starting new business in his entire lifetime. I must say, sir Brin, your father is very powerful man! When I think about what he threatened me with, I am now legitimately afraid of him!"

While that must've sounded like a compliment for this man, for you, it just made things worse, because you know.. Very little in fact about your family, you suspected that your father has connections and such, but not to this point.

You don't say much else, wanting to keep things to yourself. But eventually, the carriage comes to a halt. You're too afraid to peek out your head completely, but you see that you're passing defensive walls that are MASSIVE, outright humongous. Later on, the carriage comes to a stop and the doors are opened by an elderly man with immense beard that hangs down to his waist.

"Ah! Mister Brin! Come come! I hope that my assistant Diego provided you with anything you desired!" He says, his tone isn't shaky or stuttering, as any old person would sound, he's quite energetic, in fact. You also spot that it's night time.

>"Umm, yes, of course.. Who are you?"
>Say nothing, just get out and do as you're told, no need to make new trouble AGAIN.
>What else?

>>46329371
>>"Umm, yes, of course.. Who are you?"

>>"Umm, yes, of course.. Who are you?"

>>46329371
>"Umm, yes, of course.. Who are you?"
How does everyone suppose our current emotional state is right now?

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>>46329461
Probably, confused and ashamed. We just accidentally destroyed down a guy's life. We burned down his tavern, and then our father made it so it was his fault for having a real sigil which he probably didn't know it was.

>>46329558
AS A SIDE NOTE.

He actually knew it was a real sigil. He used it as a hook to get clients. No one else actually believed him though.

i think our guy either needs to grow a pair or learn not to give a fuck anymore

more jollies to be had that way

>>46329371
"Umm, yes, of course.. Who are you?" You ask, slowly sliding off the seat and out of the carriage, making sure not to fall.

"I'm Judwig Lancister, director of Broting's Sigil School and Research Castle! Pleased to meet such a young, talented man!" He says emotionally, stepping back and extending his arm for you to shake once you turn around. When you grab it and shake, you get a better look at your surrounding area, and oh man. It's huge and pretty.

There's a lot to describe, it looks like barracks, or war castle, soldiers everywhere together with buildings that they would need. But what TRULY stands out, is the castle itself. It's humongous, just outright ridiculous. It's ornate and heavy looking, solid building with small but colorful windows that ricochet the moon's light onto the ground, creating a pretty lightshow. You know that a lot of money went into this.

"Please, do tell me how it all started! I received a report, but it's always better to know from the source itself. In the mean time, I will show you to your new sleeping quarters!" The old man said, barraging you with words while grabbing you by your shoulder with surprising strength and forced you to go step next to step. When you turn around, you spot the other two carriages, one of them being as long as a wagon. From the longer one, lots of soldier leave and hop out, surrounding those who quit the smaller carriage, you can only guess that they are holding the plate.

>Well.. My friend told me that I have to get drunk for my eighteen's birthday, so we went to this tavern.." Tell the complete, full story.
>"Well. I just spotted the nameplate glowing, which made my friend think that I took drugs.." Tell the main part only.
>"Uh... Do you.. Do you mind if I sleep first? I had a really, really rough day.."
>What else?

>>46329663
>Well.. My friend told me that I have to get drunk for my eighteen's birthday, so we went to this tavern.." Tell the complete, full story.
Best to get it off our chest. We'll sleep better that way. Or worse, with our head full of thoughts about what the fuck is wrong with these people and why aren't we getting punished.

>>46329663
>>"Well. I just spotted the nameplate glowing, which made my friend think that I took drugs.." Tell the main part only.

>>46329663
>>Well.. My friend told me that I have to get drunk for my eighteen's birthday, so we went to this tavern.." Tell the complete, full story.

Writing.

>>46329663
"Well.. My friend told me that I have to get drunk for my eighteen's birthday, so we went to this tavern.." And you continue from the start. You don't know what's really important, so you go from the beginning to make sure you won't miss a detail.

"Mhm.. Yes.. Okay.. Brin... Mister Brin, please, pardon me... But get to the point, if you may.." He interrupts you, which makes you feel all that worse. Why do you keep failing when trying to do good? You honestly doubt that you appearing here will bring anything beneficial to ANYONE. You got no real skills.

"...Well, I saw the nameplate glowing, then I said I could read the text so I di-"

"Wait. Glow?" He interrupts you once more, but this time he also stops walking, then he turns you around so you face him. Then he forces you to look up, as you've been constantly staring at the floor in shame.

"Uh.. Yes, it had a faint glow to it."

"How come no one else saw that it was a real powerword then?"

"Well.... I think.. I was the only one seeing the glow."

He stops doing anything and grabs his chin. Going into deep state of thought, his eyes blinking ever so often, intensely focused. In a moment, he snaps out of it and looks back at the way you came before sighing and rubbing his forehead.

"Alright. Mister Brin, I hope you get serious dose of sleep, because there's A LOT we have to talk about. Feel free to wander a bit, ask soldiers on post to lead you here if you get lost." He says, opening the doors to a single, medium sized room, it seems that it has anything you'd want in a room.

"This is where you are sleeping. I must leave now, I have very important business to attend to. See you tomorrow!" He waves off and nearly runs off down the hallway.

>Sleeeeep.
>Get accustomed with the room, then wander.
>Wander first, sleep later.
>What else?

>>46329922
>>Sleeeeep.

>>46329922
>Wander first, sleep later.

>>46329922
>Sleeeeep.
We've had a rough day.

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>>46329922
Screw all, you are going to bed. You can see what this is all about later. Right now, you want a bed with soft pillow and mattress.

You don't bother checking out the room, you immediately crash onto the bed after getting most of your clothes out. Then you fall asleep, or more precisely, try to. Despite your eyelids falling down on their own, you can't 'de-focus' to sleep. So only after midnight or around that time, you truly get to sleep.

You wake up, feeling as if you had no rest. Without stretching, you locate the bathroom and do the morning routine. When you return to the room, refreshed, you spot food on the table. which you happily start eating. But sadly, you're quickly interrupted.

"Hey, Brin Wabien! Get the hell up! Oh, you're already up. GET READY TO GET OUT!"

Jumping up from fear, you turn around to the doors and you spot a woman, black, long and wavy hair with glasses on her eyes. One eye rather, because her left one is covered with a black eye-patch. Before she closed the doors by banging them, you see that she's wearing typical teacher clothes.

>Eat fast, dress up fast, time to go and not be a nuisance.
>Take your time. You deserve at least some decency.
>Drop eating, dress up now, you don't want to cause problems after all.
>What else?

>>46330189
>"W-who are you? How did you get in here?"
>Eat fast, dress up fast, time to go and not be a nuisance.
Did we forget to lock the door?

>>46330189
>Eat fast, dress up fast, time to go and not be a nuisance.

Writing.

>>46330189
"Who are you?!" You yell out, but to no avail, she already closed the doors and probably didn't hear you.

Not wanting to fall into a deeper hole, you speed up the process of eating and dressing up. Eventually, with a piece of bread left in your mouth, you burst through the door in haste, only to find yourself be dragged by the shoulder.

"Gods damn it, you all take so long. Back in my days, kids were obedient. I'm Helia Blasovia, one of teachers. Mister Judwig is waiting for you, runt." You swallow the bread. Are teachers here really allowed to be that mean? You don't voice your opinion however, you're already in trouble from what you've seen.

You're led quickly enough to not have time to see the nice details of the Castle. But you do spot immense doors, heavily guarded. But with just a wave of her hand, the lady makes the knights open the gates ahead of time, so you don't stop to enter. And the stairway down turns very, very dark.

Eventually, you reach what you presume to be some sort of basement. A few huge boxes are set in some places, some smaller boxes, and a lot of papers. On top of all of it, knights. And in the other end, you spot Judwig and Diego, still completely covered up.

"Ah, welcome! We were awaiting you. Miss Helia, you look lovely as alw-"

"Leave it Diego, don't care, here's the pretty boy, Mister Judwig."

"Harsh."

The old man waves and brings you closer to the table, on it, something sizeable wrapped in cloth.

>Say nothing, do nothing but what you're told, do your job here.
>"So... What's the deal? What is this?"
>What else?

>>46330521
>Say nothing, do nothing but what you're told, do your job here.

>>46330521
>Say nothing, do nothing but what you're told, do your job here.
Don't want to fuck up even more.

>>46330521
>>Say nothing, do nothing but what you're told, do your job here.
So when do we turn into a badass?

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>>46330653
You're starting.

>>46330665
As far as I can see, we're haven't even started to contemplate the merest possibility of beginning the preparation required to consider commencing the first step of the journey to turning into a badass.

We're too busy freaking out over how fucked we are.

>>46330762
Diego's boss seems shocked we could see the glow, so that hints that we might be special, once we can get a handle on what's going on.

>>46330521
"You know what that is?" He asks, leaning over you and looking at the covered up object with you, he's trying to be nice, but you can hear just how hard he's hiding his excitement.

You shake your head, replying truthfully, although you are having an idea as to what it is. Nevertheless, you're really clueless here and you won't jump ahead of the line to show off, not what you want to do right now. Upon seeing your response, Judwig grabs the cloth and reveals it. It's the burnt nameplate, you must admit your surprise, it's still in pretty good condition for some reason. And it glows.

"Does it glow?" The old man asks, to which you vigorously nod. Soon you hear small commotion behind you, it's Diego and Helia. Eventually, Judwig waves over and they go somewhere, bringing a small object, also wrapped in cloth, and hand it to him. Then he proceeds to unfold it and shows it to you, a small, rock tablet. The glow is the same, but much, much more intense, as if the sigil itself was even more powerful than the one you used by accident.

"This one?"

"Yes. Even more than that one." You point out.

Even bigger commotion occurs, this time even the director joins it. You hear them whispering something about reading before eventually Helia comes closer, grabs the small tablet and covers most of the sigil up.

"Can you read what's here?"

"Yes, it says Run'Atul." All fall silent. Eventually, she covers up what you've read and shows off a bit more.

"This part?"

"Fla'Balek."

"And this?"

"Eto."

They all back off, staring at you as if you just told them the secrets of this entire world.

>"So... You want me to read it all out together now or?"
>"...Can I get an explanation?"
>Do nothing, stare back at most.
>What else?

>>46330822
>"So... You want me to read it all out together now or?"

>>46330822
>"So... You want me to read it all out together now or?"

>>46330822
>"So... You want me to read it all out together now or?"
>"...Can I get an explanation?"

>>46330822
>"...Can I get an explanation?"

>someone asks us if we can read the tablet
>not 'Please read it, if you can'
>just 'Can you read what's here'
>we fucking read it aloud instead of just replying yes or no
Has BLOWING UP A FUCKING TAVERN because we were incautious about what words passed through our lips taught us ABSOLUTELY NOTHING?

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>>46330822
"So... You want me to read it all out together now or?"

"GODS NO!" Everyone jumped at you. The metal gauntlet nearly ruining your teeth as Diego shoves his entire fist into your mouth while Helia grabs your arms and Judwig your eyes, leaving you utterly and completely defenseless. And only after some time of struggling you're let go to take a deap breath and cough out.

"Can... I get an explanation!?" You say, wiping your tears away, gods, that gauntlet almost reaching your gag reflex, you didn't even consider that something this big can fit into your mouth. As for your question, Helia just fixes her glasses while Diego starts walking around, yelling 'SPLENDID! AMAZING!' over and over again. So you look over to the Director.

"Brin... You managed to read, with proper pronunciation, without stutters, correct tonation and FLUENTLY. One of the strongest, if not strongest powerwords we have here."

>"......Oh......"
>"....But I don't know what those words mean."
>"....What was it?
>What else?

>>46331020
>"....What was it?

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>>46331020
>"....But I don't know what those words mean."

>you didn't even consider that something this big can fit into your mouth

>>46331020
Neat

>>46331020
>"......Oh......"
>"....But I don't know what those words mean."
None of this makes any sense to us.

>>46331121
seconding that

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>>46331020
"......Oh..... But.... I don't know what those words mean." You reply, staring back at the tablet before slowly walking AWAY from it, just to be safe and sure that nothing will explode like last time.

"It doesn't matter, remember? You still ignited the Tavern. And you can also SEE powerwords. Boy." Judwing says, going to stand in front of you and grasping your shoulders and shaking you a little bit. He stares deeply and intensely into you, his forehead shining from all the sweat while he looks like he's about to be killed. He's serious about this, this isn't a joke. You have a gift, a talent, or a heavy curse.

"You have a gift! You can help us decipher so many things! Even when completely tarnished by time, or written by handwriting so bad we can't read it at all, you can just read it, as if it was nothing. That tablet was atrocious to read. You know what it is? Fireball, one of most powerful spells any mage can cast, and then, most of them can only dream of doing so!"

"What if he can handle most powerwords as if it was nothing!?" Suddenly Diego yells out, he tries to grab you, but the lady quickly yanks his arm back behind him and twists it, making him grunt from pain. "Ahh! Harsh, Helia! I wasn't going to hurt him!"

>"Okay, hold on.. So I am strongest man on earth, basically?"
>"...Well... I never asked for this. Can I go? I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home."
>What else?

>>46331295
>"...Well... I never asked for this. Can I go? I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home."
We really didn't. We just wanted a normal, peaceful, slightly boring life, earning our keep by our own effort out of the shadow of our parents.

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>>46331295
>>"...Well... I never asked for this. Can I go? I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home."

>>46331295
>"Okay, hold on.. So I am strongest man on earth, basically?"

>>46331295
>"reading that plate at the tavern, hurt like a motherfucker. I'm not sure I want to do that again. Can I go home now?"

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>>46331396
roll for disvote this strongest man meme

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>>46331295
"...Well... I never asked for this. Can I go? I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home." You say, shaking off from the grab and slowly walking backwards, towards the exit.

"..I'm afraid we can't let you go, even if we wanted to. You see... You are sought after by someone else now most likely." Judwig replies, standing up and keeping you close to himself, making half a step more than you in order to keep up with you.

"You see. We're rather racing someone to every single sighting of a powerword. there's an organization made purely to use them for their own purposes and to take over the world." He says, making one step that's way bigger than any made before, putting him right in front of you.

"We know that this sounds like something out of a book, but, we cannot really deny the Slanes. You know the country up to the north? The Rusada Kingdom? They want to power their army with these, make mages useless by teaching every soldier a sigil, even one will be enough to ruin everything. And without a doubt, they already know who you are and where. This IS the most safe place for you."

>"So now I am a tool too? No, thank you, I am going."
>"...I don't want my parents to be hurt... So I'll stay."
>What else?

>>46331545
"...Can you protect my parents too? I don't want them getting hurt by Rusada just because of they're related to me."

>>46331545
Seconding >>46331590

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>>46331545
"...Can you protect my parents too? I don't want them getting hurt by Rusada because of me." You say, stopping and looking down, you can't bring yourself to look at anyone with the amount of shame and uncomforting feeling you sense.

There's no response at first, only some steps about the room, maybe some whispers before you eventually feel a hand press onto your shoulder. With hesitation, you look up and see Helia staring at you, fixing her glasses while she smiles, or tries to at least.

"Well, my boy. If you use your power for good, we won't have to, you will be able to do it yourself." She says, gently shaking you.

"That's true. You not only will be able to protect them yourself, but also save the word from different threats, if they ever arise!" Suddenly Diego chimes in, raising his finger into the air to enforce his point.

"And I guess you will enjoy adventuring a lot. You won't have to rot in four walls, you'll get to see tons of interesting things. Mmm.. I remember my expedition to the desert, that was fun!" Judwig pops up with a chuckle, stroking his beard idly with a smile on his face.

Well... At least you will be able to do something. Boy, this was a 'start' to your first day of your new life.

>END OF THREAD.

Sorry folks but I am tired to run more. I can stick for a bit of QnA I think. But I might go mid-responses and come back for a bit more, or go away all together.

>>46331876
Thanks for the thread, Boss.

>>46331876
Thanks for running even if I only caught part of it Boss.

>>46331876
What are the current opinions of us, of all the characters we've met so far, like?

What plans did you have in the eventuality that we just decided to fuck everything and go home at this stage?

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>>46331901
Nope, thank you for playing!

>>46331920
And you too!

>>46331964
Judwig sees immense potential. Helia sees incredibly incompetent child who doesn't really deserve this thing thrown onto them and Diego sees SCIENCE.

Also, you wouldn't be able to 'go back'. You entered a world that refuses to let go of you. Think of MC as a scientist in ww2 as hell was breaking loose. Everyone wants you and no matter you do, someone will find you.

Those are not all characters, by the way. There's more to come.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46328285/

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