Vale Brickson: Hero of the Planes, Master of the Frozen Blade, and many more titles in between, had a problem.

He had, for the past hundred years, found no one to pose a challenge to him. It was not that he was lusting for a fight, not in the least. It was just that after all of the grand adventures throughout his life he was simply bored; he had gone from one end of the world to the other. He had unearthed secrets about his own heritage and about the many planes of existance, and he had yet to find another cause worthy of his support. He enjoyed crafting with his horde but preferred to craft it for his friends, and did not feel the calling of his adoptive family's profession in soldiering.

He had become something of a living legend in this world and no one was willing to fight against him any more. Even the simple Gnolls had begun to turn to Heironeous rather than meet his wrath. He simply found that this world had no calling for him.

Pentagon of the five elemental spirits, His head whipped around, searching for the source of what seemed to be a young girl's voice. 'Oh no...' he knew where this was going. He put his gear on as quickly as he could. Heed my Summoning, Judging by the tempo of the chant, he bet he would just get his blade out before - And bring forth my familiar! 'Yep, that's about right' he thought as he was enveloped in the void between worlds. 'Now where am I going this time, and will I finally have something else to do?'

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The students of the Tristaim Academy of Magic were tense, expecting another explosion from a certain Pinkette's spell. She chanted the words quickly and precisely and they waited. And waited. After another minute, someone snickered and began to laugh. The pinkette panicked.

"Please, Mr. Colbert, please let me try again, I know I'll get it right this time!" The pinkette was distressed and all the older man could do was sigh.

"I'm sorry, Louise," the balding man said, "but this is a right of passage, and as it didn't work-" Just then, the ground lit up as if reflecting the sun. A pentagram of fair size quickly inscribed itself on the ground and surrounded itself in runic letters that none of the assembled students or teachers had ever seen. Finally, something materialized in the middle, before 'BOOM'! The explosion was heard for miles around and threw every single person in the clearing to the ground. As the smoke cleared the group could see a figure standing with a glowing frost-blue shaft in its hand.

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Vale coughed at the smoke caused by the explosive backlash. 'Someone needs work on their spell control,' he thought ruefully. He almost wished he'd studied the arcane instead of war and the divine. Ah well. He stood up from where he had landed and had his blade land in his palm. He stepped confidently into the rapidly dispelling smoke and listened as the murmurs began again. With his powerful hearing he could make out the words, but none of them were overly familiar. 'Glad I had my Ring of Tongues on; this could have gone poorly.' It was just as well then when he saw a man standing with a staff aimed at him.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to put your weapon away." The man appeared to be in his mid forties and a quick detect evil told the draconian humanoid that he had nothing to fear.

"Fair enough, just don't go blowin' me up again if ya can." He latched his blade onto his back as he spoke, the saphire-blue etherial flames dimming down and revealing a shining blued steel blade. The balding man could only look on curiously. "So, whose the one that managed to drag me across the Multiverse as a Familiar?" He saw the pink haired young girl next to the balding man raise a hand tentatively. He smiled warmly as the teacher prompeted her to finish the ritual.

She walked up to him and with a blush said, "You should count yourself lucky!" So saying she jumped (he was rather tall, after all) and as he caught her planted a kiss on the tip of his nose.

He felt the burning in his hand as magical energies worked their way through his body, but he simply chuckled and said, "You're right, you're a right cute'n, little girl. But I would appreciate it if'n ya warned me first." (Fort 52 vs. DC 25) She blushed and murmured that 'it was her first kiss, too,' and he chuckled again.

The older man approached the pair cautiously. "Um, If you don't mind, I'd like to see the runes that were inscribed, Mister...?"

The half-dragon nodded and presented his hand as he introduced himself. "Vale Brickson, Master of the Frozen Blade, At your Service." He may be proud of his achievements, but at least he wasn't vain. Well, overly vain. Some of the time.

The man nodded. "Professer Colbert, of the Tristaim Academy of Magic." He nudged the young summoner with his foot as he examined the linen of runes on Vale's hand.

The pinkette squeaked and said, "I am Louise François le Blanc de la Vallière of the Vallière Family," she spoke, gaining more confidence as she progressed. The Ring didn't translate some of that, so it must all have been part of her name.

Colbert finished reading the runes on his hand. "Those are odd, I'm going to have to look them up soon." He turned to the rest of the people there. "Alright, time to go back to class," the professor yelled to the crowd. To Vale's mild surprise all of them except Louise began to fly back to the school.

He looked around and said, "Right, Academy of Magic." He turned to his summoner and said, "I take it you're still learnin' that one?" Her eye twitched and she nodded violently. "Yes," she all but shouted, "so come on, we've got a ways to walk before we get to the academy." She grabbed him and he let himself be dragged off. Well, he was bored and lonely, time to start a new adventure, so it seemed.