Monster College




by Skull.




What is it?


What if we lived in a world similar to ours, except the monsters from myths and legends were real? Would they be wild beasts or evolve over time? I’d say option B. Of course, to hone their skills, schools and any institute of learning would be built, but in the

Ren leaned his head against the car window, watching the forest blur past as his father drove him toward his new college, Netiths Academy. The silence in the car was thick, save for the low hum of the engine and the occasional birdsong outside.


Ren is 191 cm or 6 feet 313⁄64 inches, and an average build for a 19yo, except a few things, he’s rather skinny and has snow white hair just like his mothers, he’s rather shy though and gets oversens

Vardan and Neriwynn have set up camp for the night, a small campfire with some meat being turned on a spit above it, and they’ve also used some of the spare clothes to make something close to a bed.


“tomorow we’re up early and we’ll make our way to Veluthran, there we’ll get some supplies for the night, we’ve already got food but we need a tent, preferable one that can hide as right now we’re out in the open, i don&r

Following a dusty road, Vardal is still tracking that caravan, he does have a track, the pieces of discarded clothes, bones, and feezies, probably remains of slaves and those who were unlucky enough to cross the drow's path.


the trail is getting fresher as now he can actually make out that there are four maybe five people walking who are wearing armor, trails of weels or a cart being pulled by a four legged animal, and ofcourse the occasional struggles.

Following a dusty road, Vardan is still tracking the caravan. He's found a trail: pieces of discarded clothing, bones, and feces—likely the remains of slaves and those unlucky enough to cross the drow’s path.

The signs are getting fresher now. He can make out the tracks of four, maybe five people wearing armor, the marks of a wheeled cart pulled by a large four-legged animal, and evidence of struggling.

Hiding in the underbrush, he fi

Vardan sits at the bar in the Lazy Crook Inn, the top inn in Thistledown. He places his tankard back on the bar, tips the barmaid that he wants a refill, and pays her.


In the coner a bard is singing joyfully, some drunken friends cheering happily along to the songs, at a table two friends are having a drinking content, there is an drow woman in the corner boasting, the air is warm and no trace of smog in the air, the place itself is wonderese to look at, a

Vardan is going from roof to roof, he’s got a contract in one of the rich people's homes, which means good food and better money.


The city is like it’s always been, gloomy yet strangely lively, most people live cramped in one-room/story houses placed on top of each other (small flats), but the people seem happy, most are out drinking and celebrating what? Vardan doesn’t know all he knows that this is good for business, he’s part of a

Ruby is looking in the mirror, her stylist just got done with her hair and makeup, and she’s practicing her faces and poses in the mirror, this is a cutthroat industry, anyone can point at her and use her for a quick fuck and with preds also working in the building she needs to be on guard all hours of work, she already had to make it known throughout the whole company that Sammy is her stylist as her last three didn’t last very long.


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