[Magus Syfer]

Rygan - Junior Thaumaturgy

The line of initiate thaumatugists weaved its way towards the gathered crowd of audience, led by the Master of Thaumaturgy, who requested politely from among the audience for volunteers to be poisoned and be cured. After a few minutes of awkward reluctance and sidelong glances, a few raised their hands, and accepted the offer. Gingerly, they were helped towards the gathered cluster of young thaums, who eagerly waited in anticipation for their turn to cure their patient of poison. One by one, the volunteers gulped down their vials of poison, specially prepared to act slowly in the victim's body so as not to kill the volunteers too soon.

Five by five, the initiate thaumaturgists were given a go at curing the poison, with a 30 minute timer for each. After each successful attempt, the cured volunteer would be replaced by another willing volunteer, as the crowd soon became more willing to help in the competition after the initial unease at the thought of being poisoned.

The Master Thaumaturgist gathered the group of initiates and listed to them the rules.

"You are to attempt to cure the volunteers of their poisons. If you should fail, you are out of the competition. However, if you do succeed in curing them of their poison, then you shall be able to participate in the next round of competitions. Now, the first five initiates are: Rygan Nebarska, Ja'n D'oe, Pris Heltin, Sang Kin and Mickel Drovst."

As their names were called out, each initiate stood forward, to accept their charge. The contest for them had begun in earnest.

Rygan was paired with a portly gentleman, whose breath was pungently overfilled with spirits and beer.

Drake - Junior Sorcerey

The line of sorcerors traipsed through the combat field to a corner, wherein lay numerous boxes, each with brass clasps and locks. The Master Sorceror Eshlaheir halted the troop of initiate sorcerors before the boxes, and pointed to them.

"Before you here are boxes of various kinds. Thanks to the locksmiths of Vers, we have been able to obtain a variety of locks for you young mages to pick. First of all, we shall have each of you take one of those boxes and unlock them. You have half a candlemark to unlock a box successfully."

Drake, along with his fellow initiate Sorcerors, frantically jumped forward to grab the smallest boxes. A few scuffles broke out, which sorted themselves out under the stern glare of the Master Sorceror. Soon naught could be heard but the quiet breeze whipping through the assorted mages, as they all concentrated on Clara, and unlocking their boxes.