Vikteren

"Vik, cmon bud, wake up! The Master gonna come and catch us." A voice whispered harshly. Vikteren opened his eyes groggily and moaned when the amount of wine he had hit him like a sack of spell books. "Urgh" he grumbled irritably. "ssh, I know bud, my head feels like a manure pit with pigs dancing on it. Hurry up, we have to go, I hear old Narcion opening up the shop." Vikteren mumbled again and slowly rose from his spot on the floor here he had passed out. "That there was some fine wine!" Vik said drunkenly, getting to his feet slowly. Whoever it was sighed and Vik felt a sharp pain on his cheek. Startled her opened his eyes a little wider and stared around, rather fuzzily that is. "Who're you?" The young man in front of him sighed and pushed red hair out of his face. "Fargion you dolt, I've known you for 4 years." He said impatiently, looking nervously at the stairs and then to the side door they had, presumably, come in. Vikteren rubbed his cheek. "Friend huh?" Fargion snorted, "Yes, now c'mon before were caught." Dragging the semi conscious Vikteren after him Fargion waved a hand in front of a rune panel and ignored Viks mumbled curses. Finally the door opened and they ran out to the journeyman's dorms, or rather stumbled to the journeymans dorms.

"Now why did you hit me again Fari?" Vikteren demanded later that day, after he had sobered up, and after both newly appointed (it was what they were celebrating) master level mages had had a tongue lashing from the HeadMaster, an adept level wizard named Rampion. "Cause old Ramp would've had us cleaning the stable latrines for a year instead of a week, he dishes out tougher punishment to students caught red-handed, remember? dolt." Vik glared at his friend who grinned cheerfully, "Y'know Fari, the sorting for master levels is today." The red head stopped in his tracks. "what! But we were just appointed!" Vik grinned deviously and said mater of factly, "Well, we weren't appointed two months ago because no one liked the new color on the Apprentices dorm, or the spell that made all of the vegetables in the cellar take root." Fari laughed and caught up, clamping a hand on Viks shoulder. " or the Hallows eve ghosts that scared all the servants." Both snickered in rememberance then straightened when they spotted old Rampion walking towards them. The old, wizened, mage came up and glared at the two for a moment, then surprisingly smiled. " Well you two scamps, looks like you finally got appointed. Today you get sorted, are you guys ready?" Fargion gulped ad Vik just watched the old mage.