Onyx Storm

Without classes, formation, or any sense of order, the academic wing might sit abandoned, but commons and the gathering hall are congested with aimless, worried, agitated cadets hoping to survive the next patrol and looking to take their frustrations out on someone else. Ridoc rushes the two at the door, but they’re ready, one drawing a sword that Ridoc blocks with a thick band of ice. Hedotis hasn’t entered a war or aligned itself with any kingdom at war in its recorded history. The tree crashes, hitting the ground with the force of a dragon.