Pulling on a glistening chestplate, Valerie began to pull out her dark blade. It was almost darker than black, somehow, stained with blood from past... experiences.
Valerie stared into her empty glass, alone at her table in the Mess Hall. The glass filled with a liquid, an unknown liquid. She scowled, and looked away. The cups never seemed to obey her.
((Over the last 40 pages, random people were applying and we took up about 15 pages roleplaying, as we had to say about 1 sentence per post due to the lack of servers online.))
