okay guys lets cut loose!
you begin just getting your spelll book so you will start off weak and have a low chance of any of your spells being done correctly.

Idol was walking on a sidewalk. His stomach growling. A small backery was up ahead. Time to eat he thought.

Trent recieves his pells book from the voodoo priestess that he called mother. "now Trent, you are to never ever fight others with magic if they too use it. you could be labled a villain by our mage council by breaking such traditions." she said. Trent thanked her and walked out. his spell book was normal sized 5 inches by 5 inches and has a face that is half human and half something else. he walked into the bakery and began reading his spells

Idol walked into the backery and stepped up to the counter. "Got any food for a poor guy?" He said noticing Trent who had just walked in.

Trent could see Idol staring at him so he sat beside him and intoroduced himself. "the name's trent" he said pulling out his spell book.

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Idol was shocked. He pulled out his spell book. A stangly multycollored book that had the look of a calidascope. "So, you have one of these books as well. My name is Idol."

Trent barrled out of his chair. "yo-your a mage? i thought I was the only one in the entire city. people began watching him so he stood up. "a place a little more private shall we?" he said

Added after 3 minutes:

*got to let my dad on for now, we shall continue later*

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"Fallow me." Idol lead Trent out of the backery and into a dark allyway. "This is as private as you can get around here." His stomach grubeled again. "God any food?"

"Here, Clara," The old man handed her a small blue book. "Study these spells. Practice."
Clara smiled. "Thank you," she said in accented English, taking the spellbook. "I will."
She walked out of his house, putting the book in her knapsack. She was planning to get somthing at the bakery, then find smewhere to study the spells.
She passed a couple with a little girl, and remembered her parents. No! Stop that! she told herself, you came here to get the spellbooks, not to remember your parents telling you to stop daydreaming about magic!
Clara passed an alley. She thoght she heard voices, but continued. If people were conversing in an alley, then they probably wanted to be left alone.

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Gaaren was reading his book very carefully, he easily could feel the people and pass the by, not even looking away from the book, but suddenly he bump in to some girl, strange he didn’t fell her, he noticed she had a book similar to his, only it was blue...
“sorry…are you also a mage?...â€

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He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer

"What?" Clara said. "Oh, yeah. I am."

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"The told me it was rare.....maybe we should stick together? will a lot easier for bought of us" Gaarens face didn’t show anything, but his voice was calm and friendly.

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He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer

"Um, sure, I guess." Clara was a bit startled at how freindly he seemed.

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"Don't get me wrong, I just found out about this not long ago...and I still can't get my head around it....but this book is damn interesting"
he pointed on a red book with loot of black ornaments…seamed to be made out of Human skin with a Green sign that said "Book of Chaos"

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He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer

Clara nodded. "I just got mine a few minutes ago from a freind. Havn't started to read it yet."

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"So.....ahwt school are you?" Gaaren got up already and givde the girl a hand "I'm Gaaren by the way"

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He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer

"I'm Clara. My school is Water." She responded, ignoring his hand and standing up.

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"ummm....do what should we do now? I don't really know what mages do..." He seemed a little embarrassed over his lack of knowledge

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He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer

"Beats me. I was about to get somthing from the bakery." Clara said.

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Gerid was ine the area "Damn It seems I'm behind on my studies, most of the students are barely out of Diapers." he stated as he sat down.

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Ezekiel silently walked on the street, the spear on his back covered by a cloth, although he wasn't entirely sure if this didn't make him anymore suspicious than he already was, carrying a spellbook around wasn't exactly the smartest thing for him to do especially if he was trying to keep a low profile. He sighed, he'd studied the brown spellbook in his right hand very carefully for the past few hours, and still hadn't gotten control of it, though he had become intune with the Earth to a degree, enough to feel the various people walk upon it, which annoyed him greatly. "The faster I get to Alune Molrog, the sooner that feeling will be gone." He muttered hopefully to himself as he sat down on a curb, reading his spelbook carefully.

Idol opened his book. "Well food or not, I'm geting some." He closed his spell book and reached out his hand. "Ter persona" A copy of him appered infront just standing there. "Ok, my copy, get me some bread from that backery." The copy noded yes and ran to the backery like a drunk madman. It ran in and took some bread and ran out. When the store clurk yelled at him he turned around and screemed as loud as he could "I WANT YOU MOMEY!!!!" then ran off back to where Idol and Trent were. The copy gave Idol the bread and then dissipered. Idol looked even more drained than before from using his magic, but he could not but laugh at what his personality copy had done.

"well...guess that’s a good idea, I'm hungry my self" Gaaren smiled

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He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer

Clara was disgusted. "Excuse me a moment," She told Garen, walking over to the clerk.
"Here," she said to the clerk, paying for the bread. "That was my...brother. He does crazy things somtimes."
Clara walked into the alley, she thought that was where the theif went. She saw him and said, "I just payed for your bread. He would have called the cops if I didn't, so next time you might want to be a bit more stealthy."

((Stealthy is a word, right?))

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"he doesn’t have a clue about the art of stealing..." Gaaren walked after Clare "A true thief doesn’t let the pray see him..."

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He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer