Way to go computer, way to go

So the memory on the computer is at full capacity.

So I won't be able to play P101 for a while.

However W101 still plays. I was on for a little bit, did a random quest in Marlybone, checked up on my alts (Sarai and Elizabeth), and decided against doing the halloween quests. I was very surprised to see the number of people I did. I also missed a chance to do Malistaire's dungeon!!

I did change into my costume, and I did take a screen shot. However I'm not on the appropriate computer to upload it.

I was also inspired. I don't know where I'm going with it, but it's an interesting story (I think). I may just be able to make it W101 started, but have it P101 based. Good idea? Bad idea? I'm calling it Winterstar. Here's what I have so far:

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Weak. That’s what this species is. They need... something better, thought the old man. He was sitting in his tiny living room, a crackling fire flickering in the small fire place. He sat in a large, red cushioned chair that seemed to take up half the room. He was a renowned scientist, but no one cared about science. “Never did, never will,” he always said. He was generally a bitter man, having lost his parents at a young age, and his wife a year after their marriage. The rest of his family had moved on as he had stayed in his small apartment, working on his science.

Finally he thought he had found the best thing he could give the people. Something that made them less weak. Surely now, they could fully achieve their wildest goals, and also become the strongest species in the universe. For, as everyone thought, this was not the only world.

But first he needed to test it.

At the sound of his door opening, he knew the perfect subject. His servant, who he allowed the liberty of going to school, has just arrived back. It was a very diligent subject, keeping silent about his works, and willing to take any strange substance he gave it. Yes, it wouldnt think twice about participating.

“Hey, get in here,” he snaps. Sounds of something being dropped on the ground, a bag perhaps? Then footsteps coming down the hall. It came in, arms crossed. It was young, younger than he was. Good, youth would help it in this case.

“Yes master?” it asks.

“I need you to stay here for a couple months.”

An expression plastered itself across its face. An expression of... annoyance? Impossible, it didn’t feel emotion.

“Of course master.”

So obedient. If only past servants had been more like this.

“Good. Now leave.”

It nods its head, turns, and leaves, its footsteps retreating far into the apartment. To its room maybe? He didn’t care what it did, as long as when he needed it do something it would obey.

He leans back and closes his tired eyes. His body was beginning to fail him, of that much he was certain. But he also knew he had enough time to fix the problem of weakness. What would the serum attack? What elements would it alter to cure weakness? Great strength, great wisdom, and greater senses. A subjects appearance may also be added to or taken away as to make them stronger. But physical abilities wasn’t the only cause for weakness. Yes, emotions and memories, thoughts and personality. He would have to alter it all. He would have to change the subjects very soul.

He grins. In other worlds this would be deemed impossible, but he had all the tools necessary to accomplish this. Something he would need to gather. Remove the strength aspects from creatures and implant them in his subjects. Yes, that would eliminate the weakness.

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My name is Devin.

I was named this because my parents wanted a boy. When I was born and they found they had a girl, they kept the name the same. So I’m Devin.

I grew up in Mooshu where my parents were the treasurers of the Emperor. It was a life of comfort... for the most part. I was the only human wizard of my age. I was friends with the other palace children, but there was always the gap of species between us.

When my parents finally enrolled me in Ravenwood, I was beyond happy. Finally I could be with others like myself.

But on the day I was to fulfil my enrollment the palace was attacked. A group of Berkshire ninjas lay siege of the palace and stole a good portion of the gold. Both my parents were mortally wounded. I wouldn’t be going to Ravenwood yet.

Berkshire was the name of the man who constantly raided caravans, random civilians, and houses. Mooshu was the hardest hit every time. Next was probably Krokotopia.

I stayed by my parents sides for a month. Then there was a second raid, only this time it was done single handedly. I was a ten at the time, disobeying my mother’s command to run as the palace halls were set ablaze.

I ended up with a foster father after this, too young to fill in my parents jobs. He was nice, odd though. Always gave me strange requests to help him with his job. Finding various things, boiling this, peeling that. I felt like a chef at times.

My life there was peaceful in a sinister way. I felt like there was something more to myself. I just didn’t know what. Like I was walking through a dream, and I was blind trying to find my way out of a maze. Sometimes I felt panicked. Strange images would surface in my mind, and I would burst out crying. Father would hold me then, give me a glass of water and calm me down. The images would fade, and I would remember what was what.

The only thing that felt real was school, the only outside privilege I was allowed. I always looked forward to it. Though I started late, Headmaster Ambrose gave me extra credit projects and quests to help me level. And to think I was never under any stress between my boatload of school work and the house work.

Everyone always told me I was smart. I caught up and surpassed my fellow classmates. Sometimes, however, I felt as though it were a test of some sort. A way for me to prove my worth to...

To whom?

I had no idea.

I always thought Father would answer it, but now that will never happen. He died just hours ago. He was old, older than I thought when he first took me in. He asked me for a final banquet. I did my best and prepared the most extravagant feast I could put together. Later on in the evening, while he sat in his large, red chair, he breathed his last.

I didn’t shed a tear for him. All I did pack away his things, throw my few possessions into a bag, then traveled to Ravenwood. Hoping the Headmaster would provide me with a dorm.

Now I sit in a red chair, much like Father’s, and wait nervously as the Headmaster shuffled through papers.

“I know it’s here somewhere,” he muttered. “Right here... It was right here a moment ago.” A stack of papers fall and scatter everywhere about the floor. The Headmaster doesn’t even pause as he snaps his fingers and the papers fly back into place. “Ah, here it is.” He yanks out a piece of paper and hands it to me.

I take it. Across the top in bold lettering read: Dorm Application Form. I look up at the old man. “Thank you sir.”

“I’m very sorry for you loss. Just hand this to the boy outside of the dormitories by Torrance. He’ll give you the key and room number.”

Again I thank him, grab my bag and leave the tower. Outside was twilight, the sky fading from pale, blue-yellow to velvet navy, a couple stars already shining out. I pause for a moment, take out my quill, and fill out the form against the stone wall. I review it quickly, and satisfied with it, I cross the Commons.

I quickly pass through the Ravenwood tunnel, the inside cold from lack of sun, and slightly wet from a previous days rain. Just as promised, a boy a few years older than I stood outside, dressed in flaming red a yellow robes. I make my way up to him and silently hand him the application.

“Well, welcome Miss Clearwater. I do believe there are a couple dorms still empty. The new semester starts soon.” He unhooks a brass loop from his belt that clanked with five bronze keys. He gives it a good, long, hard stare before releasing one with a star shaped handle. “Here, this one opens dorm seventy-four. Way up, you’ll enjoy the view.”

I nod and take it. "Thank you."

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Comments?

I don't know if its clear of not: but the scientist man thinks that everything is a "subject", and things have no "defined characteristics" lest it be referring to a species. Yes, humans are a species to him. And yes, Devin is his servant.
More of her characteristics will be explained, so I get that it's confusing right now. Very vague information. Then again, this is only the first 2 1/2 pages so far. Hopefully they'll be more to come.

Laterz!
~Emma