Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-29458028-20141119072558

"Probably, he could, but like all others, no special admissions. If he is to enter, he has to survive for five minutes against the staff member that goes out to duel him, like any mage who applies and wishes to enter" said Raydin, not a trace of a smile or frown coming to his nearly unchanging face.

(Again, the staff train hard daily.)

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Annalyse was lauging at one of the stupid magi that attempted to duel her. Her opponent, a haughty Altmer teenager who was too full of himself, was entangled in vines and strung up. A single potted plant was already a weapon in Annalyse's hands.

In her free hand, a single whip of light extended. She used it to chastise the mage tied up and hanging upside down by vines, whipping him and saying "naughty boy! Do not challenge the daughter of the Archmage!"

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Siris used the shortsword his father gave to him to train against the ghosts that the Augur of Dunlain summoned. He wove and ducked through the blades with his child's body, displaying the tranquil visage of a master swordman and the calmness of someone thrice his age.

The ghosts behind him all dissipated. The Augur said "Master Steelfang, you should rest ... you have already spent two hours killing spirits and summoned daedra with your sword and five in the morning killing them with your magic."

"It's fine. My father did the same to train since he was six. I am going to exceed him someday. Again!"

The Augur sighed as ten dremora were summoned.