Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Apr 19, 2007 18:31:23 GMT -5
It was a mid-April night and like most nights in Spain the temperature was at a nice, balmy medium that anyone could enjoy. Strolling through Drakborough aimlessly with only a few thoughts bumping about in his brain, Forgoil Halifirien made his way in the general direction of Joker's Bar. He tried to make it a point to frequent every establishment at least once and yet somehow he managed to step over the Bar. The lad was not a drinker, then again he never had indulged in any alcoholic beverages as of yet, nor was he interested in finding any loose company. No, what this grey-haired Puff needed to find was a moderate environment in which to deeply consider a new idea that was looming on the horizion. He was 17 after all and that meant only one thing in the coming years.
Graduation, and be not religiously attending any of the classes that put him behind other students. They probably were about 5 times his better, and in the job world that really limited his work. He could go into artifact finding, but after running across that sprite in the Diadem ruins he wasn't too sure any more. The auror's position did sound inviting, but he didn't have the academic credits needed for that and it was far to generic. And the last thing that the Scot wanted to be was to become the town begger, so finding a solution to this conundrum was of dire importance. Also the Hufflepuff did want to go out with a bang considering it was his last year, and leave the school with something that would be remembered as "Halifirien's mark."
Roughly pushing the door open, Forgoil entered Joker's Bar and took a seat on one of the vacant bar stools. The acting bartender meandered over to where the grey-haired lad sat and asked, "What will it be Senor?" Flexing his metaphorical muscles at the chance, Forgoil used his new privileges as a legal wizard and replied, "A bottle of Firewhiskey and a glass. I might need the bang." The bartender smiled knowningly and wandered off to get his order. His eyes staring down at the musky, hard wood countertop, Forgoil began thinking on his newest idea. The houses at the school were designed to split the students into four groups in accordance to how they lived life or might in the future. However the sorting didn't agree with the person's personality at the current time and the house system created animosity between the students of different houses.
So why not create a smaller, tighter body that combined at least 1 student from each house and make them work together as a team during various exercises? It would get them more accustomed into the real world and would thus generate better feelings of respect and care throughout the students. However there was one thing standing in the way of Halifirien's thoughts and that was tradition. It just wasn't something that could be broken in one generation, so perhaps this squad idea wasn't ideally fit for the school. Yet...that never said anything about him forming the group outside of school. A group that was true to themselves, respected the laws only when they were fair and just, and a body of persons that sought to be as fair as they were skilled. He had already thought up the perfect name for them too.
The Storm Lords.
"Hey amigo, here's your order!" called the barkeep as he shoved a bottle and a glass in Forgoil's direction. Snagging the bottle with his left hand as it tried to skid past him, Forgoil popped off the top and poured the liquid into the cup as it slid past him. Yet friction slowed its rate of travel and successfully pouring the whiskey into the moving glass looked like quite the feat. Smiling like a daredevil, a trait that he had acquired from a certain someone, Forgoil lifted the glass to his lips and downed the majority of the glass in one go. Satisfaction began to spread across his face and with a smug look on his face the grey-haired prefect filled his glass a second time.
'Yeah, the Storm Lords...I definitely am getting a vibe from this one. This will be my mark, but now my poor mind is cold from deprivation: bring on the heat lassie'
Graduation, and be not religiously attending any of the classes that put him behind other students. They probably were about 5 times his better, and in the job world that really limited his work. He could go into artifact finding, but after running across that sprite in the Diadem ruins he wasn't too sure any more. The auror's position did sound inviting, but he didn't have the academic credits needed for that and it was far to generic. And the last thing that the Scot wanted to be was to become the town begger, so finding a solution to this conundrum was of dire importance. Also the Hufflepuff did want to go out with a bang considering it was his last year, and leave the school with something that would be remembered as "Halifirien's mark."
Roughly pushing the door open, Forgoil entered Joker's Bar and took a seat on one of the vacant bar stools. The acting bartender meandered over to where the grey-haired lad sat and asked, "What will it be Senor?" Flexing his metaphorical muscles at the chance, Forgoil used his new privileges as a legal wizard and replied, "A bottle of Firewhiskey and a glass. I might need the bang." The bartender smiled knowningly and wandered off to get his order. His eyes staring down at the musky, hard wood countertop, Forgoil began thinking on his newest idea. The houses at the school were designed to split the students into four groups in accordance to how they lived life or might in the future. However the sorting didn't agree with the person's personality at the current time and the house system created animosity between the students of different houses.
So why not create a smaller, tighter body that combined at least 1 student from each house and make them work together as a team during various exercises? It would get them more accustomed into the real world and would thus generate better feelings of respect and care throughout the students. However there was one thing standing in the way of Halifirien's thoughts and that was tradition. It just wasn't something that could be broken in one generation, so perhaps this squad idea wasn't ideally fit for the school. Yet...that never said anything about him forming the group outside of school. A group that was true to themselves, respected the laws only when they were fair and just, and a body of persons that sought to be as fair as they were skilled. He had already thought up the perfect name for them too.
The Storm Lords.
"Hey amigo, here's your order!" called the barkeep as he shoved a bottle and a glass in Forgoil's direction. Snagging the bottle with his left hand as it tried to skid past him, Forgoil popped off the top and poured the liquid into the cup as it slid past him. Yet friction slowed its rate of travel and successfully pouring the whiskey into the moving glass looked like quite the feat. Smiling like a daredevil, a trait that he had acquired from a certain someone, Forgoil lifted the glass to his lips and downed the majority of the glass in one go. Satisfaction began to spread across his face and with a smug look on his face the grey-haired prefect filled his glass a second time.
'Yeah, the Storm Lords...I definitely am getting a vibe from this one. This will be my mark, but now my poor mind is cold from deprivation: bring on the heat lassie'