#strixhaven posting

DENIZENS OF THE PLANES, HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?

[A photo of me posing in front of my dorm mirror. I’m in… well, my usual modified first-year uniform, but my hair is aflame and I’m wearing a porcelain-looking domino mask, decorated with flame patterns around the edges darkening to black circles around the eyes. I’m wearing black eye makeup as well, making my winking eye look like a void in my face. Under the mask, I’ve got bright red… well, surely it’s lipstick, practically painted onto my chin as well as my lips, making me look like my face is covered in blood.]

I was recently told I need to keep this device on me, something about making it easier for faculty to communicate?

However I found it lets me access the wider ravnican network (i believes this means people on other planes can see this?)

My name is Roxy! Short for Roxie :]

I work at Strixhaven though I never managed to qualify to go to classes there, nor to teach. I'm just partially responsible for paperwork.

My magic is **really** good at copying things, if you ever wondered how strixhaven gets so many copies of all the books for all the students, I'm why :)

Not really sure if im the original copy of me or not but everyone has their own worries in regards to what happened during the invasion

I cant wait to get to know the people on here better, you can always feel free to contact me if theres any questions or other stuff!!

The Living Historians put everything they had into this library. Endless floors of books, some mix of old and new paper scents only identifiable to Khae as like the Biblioplex, except with cleaned-off surfaces, significantly less bad memories of staying up awfully late studying, and with the hum of technology.

But outside of spending time with her friends, Khae had little reason to hang about the library. There were endless, glowing streets, enough vendors of all shapes and sizes selling food, a hearty string of shops to accessorise, even get a new pair of cleats. Supposedly, Kamigawa had some technique to make the thorns on their bases grip even tighter into the ground, or so the advertisements said. And yet, her eyes remained on the cyan haze that was Dom.

She knew the rumours. Cast party gone badly, Dom constantly popping up everywhere Princess Biilzie went, the fake rumours Dom started specifically to fight anyone also talking about said rumours. ‘Whatever four-eyes is doing here, I don’t like it.’ Dom kept walking around the shelves, catching glances of books he didn’t really care about, with Khae standing around every corner. The game had begun, with every time she looked around to check his position, Dom would’ve already snuck off, only to be spotted on the other side of the room, appearing from some greenish-blue gap in the shelves that hadn’t existed before. “Bastard!” She shouted, before immediately being hushed. The familiar blanket of shame was tossed over her head, and Dom was once again out of her sights. She turned to the librarian who shushed her, “look I get it but… the guy teleporting around is a concern and I gotta talk to him okay?”

Does anyone on the network have any idea what this is? All the books taken were on necromanctic principles, categorization of undead, and funeral practices across different cultures.

[The following is warded, only visible to Strixhaven students.]

The orc clean off his sweats, as he rest from helping with the boxes of professor Hofri Ghostforge. Filled with marble, cinsels and hammers for his art.

Rohia Wakaroo alongside his group, arrived at Strixhaven, life for two month. All of thems, showed the proper authorities, that they had magical talents. As first years schoolar, they had to pick up general classes, before taking one of the five specializtions.

Rohia have been making small tasks for various Loerhold professors, and helping thier students. He hoped, that it would incline thems to make him an likely candidate, as student.

He enjoyed this plane. There wasn`t any war, violence, the fear from either the Legion of Dusk or the Sun Empire to invade your home. Well, untill the news of an student dead arrived.

Rohia breathed, as he grabbed the box`s frame.. They were safe. Combustia have an huge magical power, his fellow scholars from the Coalition: Duarte and Matilde, are accustomed to wacth each other back.