Welcome to the Academy! The Academy is where your character can be tested by Myrddin, the current Aurora Basin Haruspex, if you would like to increase your rank in the Visionary-specialization stream.

» Haruspex « Myrddin
» Disciples « Zikar-Sin
» Scholars « Chernobyl [Certainty Challenge]


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» You must still respect the minimum post requirement, of 250 words.
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This is what I would have you see, for the Unicorn you are able to encounter has lost the ability to do so. Do not fret for him, for he has been sent on a quest by the Goddess of the Moon to regain his sight - for now, however, he has taken refuge from that goal, and waits for you.

Myrddin stood with the sort of patience that only comes from the longevity of life; his skin itched in places, his bones growing more and more uncomfortable, and the arthritic snake which lived deep in his joints, had slithered out to play. Still, Myrddin ignored these bodily tremors, allowing his mind to roam free. In is tantric state, Myrddin considered the mare Chernobyl, and her desire to one day become a Haruspex. A chuckle braced his aged features, as his amusement forced itself into a physical manifestation. What a silly thing. he thought. How the youth of this day, lacked tact. Did she not know, that she was effectively asking for him to teach her his ways, so that she could usurp him? Well, he would teach her nonetheless. One could teach things, but acquiring wisdom was something else entirely. He was not concerned of being overthrown, not by a mare who dappled in her pain as often as she did. Still, he would not turn away those who hungered for knowledge.

"Chernobyl, here is your riddle. You have 3 days to answer me. There is a doctor here, D'art, who heals those and only those stallions who do not heal themselves. My question for you, is who heals D'art?" Myrddin smiled at the conclusion of the riddle, for this was one he particularly adored.

[OOC: For this riddle, consider only the Aurora Basin.]

To go on is to go through.
At last, even the seer is cremated.
Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises.