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Created: 2004-11-12 23:00:37
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She concentrated on the glass in front of her face, willing it to show her something - anything - new. It refused, however, to be any more than a piece of glass, and continued to reflect her dour expression.

"Mrmm," she said, nonplussed.

"Drae?" She looked over to the bed where he was buried somewhere in the pile of well-rumpled sheets. "I'm bored."

"Hey, I can fix that," Drae mumbled, sitting up in bed. His ran his fingers through his hair. (Smooth!) It was morning. It hung at very odd angles. It was not attractive. (Not smooth!)

"Mrmm," she said again. "We already did that. Anyway, I have an idea. I need your input. You know those paints that someone gave to us for a wedding present? Dig those out of whatever crate they're buried in, and bring them over here?"

"Yeah, okay. Paints." He looked around and rubbed at his face. "I don't know where they are." He casually disentangled his leg from the sheets as he waited for her to tell him.

"Are you..." She shook her head and took a breath. "Ooooohkay, fine, I'll get them out. Must you always be so impossible in the morning?" She crossed her arms and then thought better of what she'd said. "On second thought, don't answer that. And...just stay in bed. I'll be back in a minute."

She backed out of the bedroom with quick steps and then returned a few minutes later, a small wooden box clutched in one of her hands. "Here," she said, thrusting it out toward him. "I need purple, orange, and and grey. I think there's only red, blue, yellow, black, and white pigment in the box. I guess you'd need water too? Well, just use spit. I don't need them to be perfect - just the general idea of the colour is fine."

He scratched his head. "Alright," he said, opening the box. A few minutes and a bit of spit later, he had a passable purple, a decent orange, and a wonderful grey all mixed up on the lid of the box, which doubled as a palette.

"What's this for, anyway?" he asked.

"You'll see in a minute." She had been watching his efforts from a few steps away and reached forward to take the box from his hand once he was done. She sat back down at her table, covered the mirror with a spare bit of cloth, and put the box down in a convenient corner.

"No idea why anyone would every give a couple gambling apparatus as a wedding present," she muttered, mostly to herself. "Seems that's just asking for trouble. Here! Have some vice!" She picked the brush out of the box, dabbed it in the grey paint, and then leaned over to the wheel that was sitting to her left. She didn't know the proper name for it - didn't much care to know - but knew the principle behind its use. The gamblers would pick a number, and then a round thing would be spun in a wheel. If the round thing landed on one of the gamblers' numbers, that gambler would win.

She proceeded to paint a rough third of the wheel grey.

The next third was purple.

The last third was orange.

"Okay, so, let's see who it is, shall we? She dropped a marble down into the freshly-wheel and then gave it (the wheel) a good spin. Her eyes followed the motion, though she wasn't particularly concerned with the results.

The wheel slowed, and then stopped.

The marble was firmly in the grey.

"How do you feel about Foret, Drae?" She turned to him with a shrug. They were not particularly religious.

"Who?" he looked confused.

"Yeah, I think that'll do." She moved the wheel and the box of paints to the floor. "Time to write more letters. I know, I know, we just finished all the thank you notes. I think it's time to invite a few of our friends for a visit, though, don't you think? It's been quite a while since we've had the free time to fully explore our realms. From the news that I've been receiving, it appears as though the outside world could use a little influence, too." She tapped her lip with a finger, and then began to shuffle parchment into a pile. "We'll spread the good name of Foret. Or something."

"So, we'll send out a few invitations for the Academy of Wayward Individuals. Sound good?" She looked at Draemorticus out of the corner of her eye.

The haze of the morning was beginning to fade. "The Academy of Wayward Individuals? Where'd that come from?" He blinked several times. "This is starting to sound like something I thought I was done with a long time ago," he said, warily.


GM: Mistress
AGM: Master
Squad Leader: Member
Full Member:


The Academy is newly-formed this age.



You don't find the Academy; the Academy will find you.

For those of you who do not understand the implications of the above statement: the Academy is invitation only. We know enough wayward individuals personally to avoid involving those we don't know. Don't ask to join. If we need you, we'll find you.

TB Rules:

1. Do not make an ass of yourself.
2. Do not post bug reports on the baords, over ICQ, or in IRC, unless specifically asked to by staff.
3. Do not spam or post redundant messages.
4. Do not post kingdom numbers or kingdom names on the boards.
5. Pornography, piracy, or other illegal material is not allowed.
6. Do not post links or advertisements to hate or anti-Evernight sites. This includes racial, ethical, or sexually related sites.


The Academy does not, on principle, operate under a system of rules. The Academy is very selective. As such, individuals chosen for membership are of the highest calibre and should not require explictly written rules in order to conduct themselves properly.

Still, for those reading who are not members of the Academy:

1. We obey the rules of Temper's Ball.
2. We do not cheat.
3. We will conduct ourselves in a manner both fitting and flattering to the guild.
4. We will, above all else, be amused.


1. Mistress - The first in command, sometimes.
2. Master - The second in command, other times.
3. Member - If you're not the Mistress and you're not the Master, you're just a Member.

If the Mistress disappears, the guild shall belong to the Master. If they are both gone, the remainder of the Membership shall appoint a chosen representative.


There is no promotion or demotion in the guild. Everyone, effectively, is the same rank and has the same input.