Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20150404235816/@comment-26443603-20150406220230

The teachers lined up at the docks, to get a look at their newest pupils. The airship docked and the doors opened. The pilot was the first out, running to speak with Ozpin. Ozpin held his hand up to the man and adressed the students.

"Welcome to Beacon. I'll...keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge--to hone your craft and acquire new skills--and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose--direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step. Mr. Blackthorn will show you to the common room where you will be sleeping tonight. Your initiation begins tomorrow. That is all."

He turned and left the docks.

"This way!" Blackthorn waved at the students and began to walk to the common room. The main Entrance was a small walk from the dock.