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Emerald Forest

a part of Remnants Lost, by SpiritDancer.

A forest inside of the kingdom of Vale.

SpiritDancer holds sovereignty over Emerald Forest, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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The Emerald Forest is the main site of Beacon Academy's initiation for its new arriving students. All initiates will be tasked with retrieving relics from an abandoned temple and bringing them back to the cliffs on which Beacon Academy sits on. The forest is inhabited with multiple species of Grimm, including Beowolves, King Taijitus, Nevermores, and even more, but the forest is closely monitored by the school's staff to ensure safety. There is the ever lingering threat of death for all initiates, making the initiation all that more grueling than what would be expected.


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The Emerald Forest stretched out beyond the edge of Beacon Cliff. Miles of lush, green trees could be seen, and hiding among them would be numerous Grimm, waiting to maul whichever unfortunate person crossed their path. Perhaps that foolish person would be one of the students gathered in front of Professor Văduva. All first year hunters stood before her, each standing on their own separate launch pad, preparing themselves mentally for whatever might occur. Beside her stood Professor Acardi, as stoic as ever, taking a headcount of all the students gathered to ensure that everyone was present. Giving her a silent nod, Văduva cleared her throat and began to speak. Her voice echoed throughout the vast space.

"As you are all quite aware of by now, this will be your first challenge during the four years that you will spend here at Beacon Academy. Before you is the Emerald Forest; the place where you will be launched into and be forced to navigate in hopes of reaching the very edge of the forest. There you will find several relics. Grab one and return back to the cliffs and you can consider your initiation complete." A few of the students' demeanors seemed to brighten at the explanation, before Văduva would crush their hopes for a simple and easy victory.

"Of course, that is not all that you will be required to do. Be well aware that there are creatures of Grimm inhabiting this forest. You will encounter them. You will be forced to fight them, and some of you may very well die trying."

Fear rippled throughout the students as they took in the full weight of the situation. Each of them knew well how dangerous Grimm were, and even though some of them have had their own varying encounters with the soulless creatures, there were still stories of even the greatest hunters being slain by Grimm. Those stories only grew in number after the Fall occurred, leaving many great hunters either dead or injured beyond repair.

Commotion sparked as a few of the students voiced their worries; second thoughts beginning to cross their minds. Văduva waited until the noise had died back down before she continued, "But you also know that you will not be going into this alone. The first person that you make eye contact with will be your partner for the next four years. You will also be monitored throughout the entirety of the initiation, but no instructors will be stepping in to help you should anything go wrong. Once you return to the cliffs, we will take the relic you have chosen and grade you appropriately for your performance. After everyone has returned, your teammates for your years at Beacon will be chosen."

As Professor Văduva finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows in expectancy, waiting for questions that needed to be answered. After all questions were taken care of, she in turn gave her own nod to Professor Acardi, who looked up from his scroll towards the students.

"Oh! And as a final note, there are a limited amount of relics. If you and your partner do not reach the temple in time to receive them, you both will be forced to leave Beacon Academy."

"Okay everyone, take your positions!"

And one by one, each of the first year students were launched into the Emerald Forest.
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This was it.

As Po looked over the forest they would all soon find themselves flying towards, he clenched his axes in his hands, when they weren’t twirling the weapons like batons with a surprising amount of fluidity. He very obviously wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing with them, his face a mixture of deep thought and unknown confusion as he attempted to make some sort of plan for his next step towards becoming a hunter. Alright, this is nothing, just have to remain calm and level, keep things on a swivel and make sure to get out alive while completing whatever tests they want us to do...no biggie. Po thought to himself, so distracted within his own head that he actually jumped when the headmaster started speaking. Already, he could tell that he would need to calm down and not rattle his own nerves. This was just another test, something he was well prepared for and something he could pass for sure. He just needed to have some level of confidence in himself. Right, he had done this before, what was so different? Oh, that's right, only the next barrier of entry towards his dream that should he fail will most likely set him down a path of disappointment.

Man, I need to chill.

When the Professor mentioned that some of them might die performing this task, that seemed to instill Po both with a sense of dread and purpose, although more leaning towards dread. Good, just what I needed, another reminder of death being around the corner. Po took a moment to breath, his axes returned to a resting position in his hands as he managed to bring himself to a more level headed position. He would need his wits about him for this, after all, he wouldn’t be the only one racing for these relics, so he would need to make sure to get there fast. Speed wouldn’t be an issue, at least not for him, but the Grimm and whoever his partner ended up being might slow him down. Not a good idea to start thinking like that now Po, it will only set a precedent. Believe in the best and the best will happen. Po thought, reprimanding himself for his own downward spiral.

Then came the eye contact, so that was how partners would be chosen. Partners for the entirety of their stay here at Beacon. Looking between the other applicants currently waiting to enter the forest, he couldn’t tell who would be the best fit for him. For the most part, they all seemed to be ready and willing to perform the challenge ahead, so ambition and courage were not absent from this group. It was more a matter of personality, something he couldn’t read from a glance alone. A final note that there were only a limited number of relics available, meaning it was possible to succeed and fail at the same time, made Po tense up once more. He had to win, he had to succeed on both fronts. He did not want to have a conversation with his parents, more specifically his mother, as to why he was walking home with his head hung low.

She would most likely ‘train’ him some more, and he just wasn’t sure if he would survive it.

Questions were asked but Po was already too focused on his landing spot to pay attention. He needed to make sure he stuck the landing and was on the move the moment he landed. Soon, the pads beneath their feet starting shooting people into the sky, and shortly Po was airborne.

Po spread out his limbs, slowing his descent as he looked over the trees of the forest, his body glowing a soft gold as he appeared to move up and down in the air, utilizing his gravity ability for a limited version of flight. His eyes darted from spot to spot, each one having their own problem; a couple grim here, too much obstructions there. Finally, he selected one he liked and angled himself downwards. Within moments, he reached a tree near his chosen landing zone, digging in his axes to grind down the bark of the tree, slowing his landing to tolerable levels as he spiraled around the trunk of the plant, landing harder than he would have liked and ending in a roll that left him in a crouching position. Taking a quick glance to make sure nothing was overly hurt or broken, he took off at a sprint, his body glowing slightly once more as his body became lighter and allowed him to move faster as he darted through the forest.

He wouldn’t fail. He couldn’t fail.

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If one could sum up the expression on Xeno’s face, it would be condescension. His eyes were half closed, his mouth pursed into a line and crossed arms fit into an image of a Hunter in training who just couldn’t be bothered with any of this. As if the training and entrance exam itself was so far beneath him that even being here was a favor to the teachers rather than a necessity to him. Xeno’s clothes seemed to reflect this fact as his black vest, white shirt, black tie and black gloves gave him an uncaring professional vibe that made it seem increasingly difficult to even approach him. His eyes seemed to glaze over the forest, knowing exactly what the pad beneath his feet was for and already having decided on his landing zone ahead of time. He only needed to know what he was grabbing and where to take it. Anything other than that was useless information that he wouldn’t need in order to show the rest of these wannabes and so-called teachers that he was more than worthy of being here. His bow hung off his back, his arrows on the back of his hip and the rest of him was coiled muscle made ready from years of training and unrelenting pursuit of his goals.

When the Professor started to talk, Xenos didn’t flinch or even give any kind of indication that he had even heard her start speaking. He continued to stare out into the forest with a disinterested gaze that to the uninitiated, might look like he was bored. In reality, he simply knew what to expect and simply didn’t care. She mentioned the relics, and where to bring them. That was the only information he needed, and with it he was ready to get started. Yet she continued to talk and detail more information that made Xenos want to scream at them to just launch them into the forest already. Grimm inhabiting the forest, things were dangerous, blah blah blah blah blah. If anyone here thought that there wasn’t any Grimm where they were about to be launched, then they deserved to die for being stupid enough to be here in the first place.

It wasn’t until the Professor mentioned a partner did Xenos give any indication that he had been listening, releasing a very audible groan. He had no intention of being bogged down by the mediocrity of those who surrounded him currently. He didn’t need anyone to get him here, and he didn’t need anyone going forward, all they would do was prevent him from achieving his goals. His eyes briefly darted to the Professor with all the subtlety of a predator eyeing his prey. When she finished speaking, she seemed to pause logically for questions to be raised, and Xenos raised his hand partially in what could only be called the arrogant man’s lazy hand raise.

”What happens if we don’t make eye contact with another hunter?” Xenos asked, hoping there might be some loophole to get himself out of potentially partnering with anyone in this pathetic excuse for a test. She looked over to Xenos, her response curt and to the point.

“You and one other person who did not come into contact with another hunter will be partnered together once you return to the cliff with your relics.” Xenos gave a grunt, realizing that unless literally people died or outright failed, he would be forced into a partnership with an undesirable. Despite his utter non acceptance of this answer, the Professor continued, stating that the relics were finite in number, and that it was possible to fail simply due to lack of objects to retrieve and being too slow. Once again, Xenos raised his hand in a similar fashion.

”If there are no relics left, are we allowed to target other hunters for their relics?” This seemed to earn a slight eye narrow at him as he gazed over at her dispassionately.

“So long as hunters do not fatally harm or kill one another, you are free to steal relics for yourself.” Xenos had his answer, so even if he did somehow, impossibly, come up late to the relics, he would have a backup plan in place. With the questions answered, the pads started lighting up and one by one, the hunters were launched into the forest. By the time it got to Xenos, he was already wired and ready. Coiled like a snake jumping out of a pot, Xenos was thrown through the air and set about making his course for his chosen landing spot. Using one of the thicker branches of the many trees covering the area, he grappled on with his hands once close enough and used them much in the same way a gymnast would use balancing bars. Flipping and spinning between them, he reached the ground with somewhat of a flourish, the only thing bugging him about it was the amount of dust now smearing his dress pants. With a small sneer and a quick pat of his pants to free the dirt from his clothes, he looked in the direction he believed the relics to be, and started making his way there with as much haste as he could muster.

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It would be accurate to say that Quincy was almost completely unfamiliar with the type of environment that she found herself in at the moment. Not only among the lush, green forest and thick undergrowth that was the Emerald Forest, but also among the numerous other hunters that stood along with her as they prepared for their initiation. When she was young, she only had the company of the little band of nomads that she and her brother traveled with in Menagerie. After the Fall, when she had left Menagerie for Atlas, she still spent a limited amount of time around the general populace. Now that she was surrounded with others her age, Quincy felt that she had little in common with them.

Not to mention that she felt even more out of place since she was one of the few actually wearing what she considered to be suitable armor, given the fact that they were going up against beasts who killed solely for the sake of.

The least that she could say was that the concept of the initiation was interesting, and truly the best way to test anyone who wished to be a student at Beacon. It would put into perspective numerous aspects of their abilities, and Quincy was eager to see how she would perform. She thought little of the fact that they'd be paring up into teams of two for the initiation and then subsequently pared into groups of four. Having little experience with working in a group of others, it working in a team of hunters was a foreign concept, but if it was the sake of survival, and furthering her skills as a huntress, then she would welcome it so long as the others in her group pulled their own weight.

Quincy continued to listen to Professor Văduva as she quietly sharpened her sword, Penna, in preparation for whatever Grimm she was fated to come across. She wasn't exactly sure how she was gonna land without breaking a bone or two, but that was frankly the least of her concerns. She glanced towards the forest once more, her semblance showing threads of black energy that were unmistakably Grimm. The amount of energy the threads gave off varied in accordance to the size of the Grimm that the thread represented, and in accordance to that there would be some vastly dangerous Grimm in the forest. Besides that, there were also brown threads that represented regular forest wild life.

I wouldn't even know what to expect out of the Grimm that are native to Vale. She thought as she turned to the others. The hunters around her also had their own specific colors in regard to their aura, but there were far too many to make note of every single one of them, unfortunately.

After Professor Văduva finished her instruction, with a simple nod to the man standing next to her, they were told to ready themselves. On a mere whim, she quickly looked through her small pouch of Dust crystals and pulled out a black, almost levitating crystal of Gravity Dust before lodging in into the tear dropped shape slot on her sword. It wouldn't exactly stop her from falling, however, she could use the energy in order to slow her descent quite a bit. It was a bit of a gamble, but it was better than any alternative that she could think of.

Soon enough people began to be shot off into the forest, and with a rush of air she felt herself go flying as well. Numerous threads of energy blurred her vision, some belonging to Grimm or the hunters flying past her, but she managed to see past all of them and find a suitable landing spot away from any major sources of Grimm energy. As soon as the force of the launch pad stopped acting on her and she went into a total free fall, she quickly shot a large beam of Gravity Dust directly below her. Given the type of Dust that it was, it quickly into a floating cloud, and as she passed through her fall slowed significantly, allowing her to land in a roll without much injury besides a few scrapes.

Quincy glanced at the energy that surrounded her. Far away from her were multiple signatures of hunters and Grimm, but one Grimm signature appeared uncomfortably close, and it was quickly making its way towards her. Her shield was out before she ever had a chance to draw her sword, and in seconds the impact from the charging Grimm sent her ramming into the side of a tree, crumpling to the ground. She stood as quickly as she could, drawing her sword and preparing for the Grimm's next charge. This certainly isn't the greatest start. I need to take it down as swiftly as possible to make up for lost time.