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Post by blackhawk on Jan 30, 2012 16:51:38 GMT -4
Vulgrim turns when he hears someone else bustle in. He snorts quietly, seeing the gangley human having a conversation with the receptionist. If I'd known the archmage wer throwin a party I woulde brought some ale along. He thinks to himself, before he continues looking at the decorations and the stone of the tower.
Finished looking at a particular flaw in the stone next to a tapestry depicting a tower of some sort he begins pacing back and forth along one of the walls, his mind elsewhere. Mostly dwelling on the process of casting more magic into an item he made a while back... a short-sword of frost he made for a gnome tinkerer of some sort.
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Post by irishmagician on Jan 30, 2012 21:05:25 GMT -4
The bell-tower rings in the distance, tolling twice as students rush out yet again to hurry to their next class. Several researches hurrying down the stairs and out of the foyer from the Wizard's Tower, largely ignoring the individuals waiting for their appointments. Just as the halfling makes his way back into the waiting area, a soft boom can be heard somewhere from an upper level in the Tower. A cloud of smoke and soot billows harmlessly down the stairwell, as a gnome emerges coughing from it. Short, mussed golden-brown hair sizzles slightly as the figure wipes his blackened face; revealing what you can only assume to be the Archmage of the Academy. Erfryn the Sage glances briefly down at his professor's robe, covered in burns and holes, shrugs and looks at his secretary.
"Ah, Lila...please forgive my lateness. There was this absolutely fascinating manticore with the most interesting...."he begins to say, when he realizes the existence of the other people waiting in the foyer. Briefly startled, Erfryn turns back to the secretary again. "Err....Lila, please cancel the rest of my appointments for the rest of the afternoon."
"But sir, what about the individuals you invited to the-" Lila begins to say.
"Lila, I said 'for the afternoon', not 'for the evening.' Really, my dear, I am certain they won't mind keeping Flog company for an hour or two. But first things first..."The Archmage snaps his fingers sharply; causing a brief flash, that leaves the gnome completely clean of soot and mended of garment.
"My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to keep you all waiting. I will see you all together, of course; time is a rather precious commodity in my line of work, I must tell you, for I do have rather many things that do tend to..."he says, abruptly cutting off a rambling tangent from a slight cough from the secretary. "Anyways, please do follow me up to my study. It will be much easier to show you all, my explanations do tend to be rather lengthy..." He turns to head up the stairs, beckoning for everyone to follow him.
(OOC: I am making the assumption that you all follow him, for sake of simplicity. Moving on....)
A rather lengthy climb ensues, as everyone follows the gnome up the winding stairwell that ascends the Wizard's Tower. The occasional door passes by, marking a researcher's office or a laboratory room for experimentation. Eventually, the stairwell dead-ends at with a door; albeit a door that is currently half-blasted off its hinges. "Oh, bother. I really should get a sturdier door, or something," he mumbles to himself. He waves a hand as he walks past, the door abruptly restored to its former glory.
The door opens into a rather large circular room, which turns out to be confusing mix between a disorganized study and a chemistry lab. Any available wall space is taken up either by a bookshelf overflowing with various texts and oddities, or by charts and chalkboards covered with a mind-binding array of symbols and figures. Several desks and workbenches also line the periphery of the room, with stacks of papers and vials leaving little surface to work at any of these places. What is most peculiar, however, is what lies directly in the middle of this place. This area, almost contrastingly stark in comparison to the rest of the room, is meticulously clear of any clutter at all. An intricate design, inlaid into the floor with shining silver metal, weaves an exceedingly complex pattern of lines and circles in the center of the room. Symbols and runes from an obscure language dance gracefully throughout this diagram, almost seeming to move out the corner of your eye. Five larger circles, with magickal sigils in their center, can be seen at five equidistant points on the periphery of the diagram; all surrounding a large empty circle at the center of it all. The gnome turns back to you all from beyond the doorway.
"Please, do make yourselves at home! I am afraid that some have called my study a 'mess of epic proportions.' Well...they're right!" Erfryn says enthusiastically. "It's just the way I like it, makes sense to me anyways! But I digress; really, please do come in!!"
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Post by blackhawk on Jan 31, 2012 13:45:57 GMT -4
Vulgrim walks into the room at the invitation of the archmage, finding a slightly singed but workable chair and sitting in it. "I donne suppose you have anything te drink? Twas a long wait downstairs."
Vulgrim taps the package in which the ordered dagger resides. "Also, I think that there be moor te this meetin than ye let on, whot with the number o' people ye decided te invite up. I be lookin forward te hearing what this is all aboot."
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Post by Naerwen on Jan 31, 2012 17:07:55 GMT -4
Naerwen had finished her apple and decided she should go back inside and wait. After the boy passed she stood up, dusted herself off, and entered the waiting area once more. As she stepped in she noticed the dwarf pacing back and forth and the boy speaking with the seemingly unenthusiastic secretary.
As the students rushed out she stepped to the side against one of the walls as not to be in the way. Tiriel flapped her wings a couple of times to readjust her balance on Naerwen’s shoulder. Just as she had found a nice corner she saw the halfling enter as a boom can be heard from upstairs.
After they arrived upstairs she peered around the room. Noticing the symbols she would pause on occasion to see if anything looked familiar and then continue to explore the room with her eyes. The intricate designs and symbols in the center of the floor drew a great deal of curiosity. She only halfway heard what the Archmage said as he admitted to his mess while she was studying the markings.
She looked to the dwarf as he spoke and nodded in agreement as she turned her attention to the Archmage for an explanation.
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Post by mith on Jan 31, 2012 23:39:07 GMT -4
Erfryn's tongue never seemed to sit still, and between the continuous excited jabbering and the many, many stairs, Tomah decided to keep his own mouth shut and just follow along. "Thank goodness the Sage is a little person, or these stairs would be vastly worse..." he thought.
At the top of the stairs, he glanced at the newly repaired door and shining hinges before gazing in wonder at the haphazard array of papers, scrolls, books, glassware, sigils, and all manner of things in the Sage's study. Grumplestiltskin whistled. "Well now, this looks like a proper study I'd say!"
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Post by zeferin on Feb 1, 2012 0:58:58 GMT -4
After the rather abrupt introduction and the tour up to the study that followed by the Archmage, Trazish wasn't sure how to approach the situation. He had been taught by his master that everyone wears a mask and that some wear them better than others, but even with that in mind he couldn't figure out the odd old man. He hadn't imagined the Archmage to be be the....eccentric fellow that he had met after the warnings he had got from his master and the Abbot and the mission he had received.
As the Archmage welcomed them into his study, Trazish's eyes went right for the symbol in the center. Looking over the design, he tried to see if he could make out whatever it was as the dwarf spoke up about a delivery he had. Remember his own mission, Trazish turned to the Archmage, "And I, sir, am on'a task from the Abbot himself. Me name is Talon, sir, and I's suppose," as he reached into his pocket to pull out the holy symbol, "to bring this little...um...metal sun for ya. Told it was for somethin' real important and I's to get here in a hurry."
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Post by irishmagician on Feb 1, 2012 15:53:13 GMT -4
When the dwarf makes his comment, Erfryn looks up from rummaging through a medium-sized pile of books on a desk.“Why, of course, good fellow! Jeeves? Be a good chap and get something for the visitors, will you?” he says, waving a negligent hand in the general direction of the group. Silently, an indistinct figure glides through a bookshelf on the edge of the room. It appears to be humanoid in shape, with most of its features hazily transparent; though the only distinctive aspect that can be clearly seen is that it wears garments akin to that of a butler, with spotless white gloves on its transparent hands. It bears a shining silver tray on one hand, several goblets and mugs resting on top. The servant floats swiftly over to the dwarf, proffering the tray towards him until he takes something. It repeats this with each of the other individuals in the room.( OOC: Regardless of what you take from the tray, the goblets/mugs will have whatever drink the individual desires in it when taken from the tray. When finished, the containers vanish.) “Now, I guess it would make sense for you all to know why I have requested various things from all of you. I would be most excited to explain my research to all of you in the greatest detail, but I am afraid that would take much longer than any of you wish, days even!” Erfryn says, clearly sad that he cannot do so. “I also have an engagement with several dear friends later this evening, so I too have reason to be brief. Well, brief for me, at least. Hence, I shall summarize for our mutual benefit.” He pauses for moment, pacing for a couple seconds to marshal his thoughts.“Suffice to say, I have made a rather startling discovery. I need not bore you with the particular details of how I came to said inspiration, but I eventually came to formulate a very interesting hypothesis. You see, I believe that-“ he begins to say, before the clamoring of bells fill the room; chiming four times to signal the fourth hour of the afternoon. Efryn jumps for a moment, then lets out an exasperated sigh. “What a bother! I always keep forgetting to make adjustments for time-flow disruptions! Please pardon me…” He hurries over to the diagram, kneeling down beside a set of symbols on the periphery of the design. Fiddling with them using a small wand, several runes move around and change slightly in shape.“My apologies,” he says as he works on the diagram, “this experiment I am working on is quite complex and alterations in the perception of time have been noted by individuals working with me in this room. Do not be alarmed if you notice that two hours have passed in the last fifteen minutes when you leave the Tower. Anyways, I can explain as I demonstrate. If you would, please place the items I have requested in the large circles around this diagram. Allow me to show you where to go…” Erfryn says as he waves the wand around briefly. Glowing orbs flare into life in front of each individual in the room. They make soft chiming sounds, and bob up and down excitedly, as if they wish you to follow them. In turn, they float over to a specific circle in the diagram and wait for each person to follow. ( OOC: If you wish to uncover anything about the diagram, a "Knowledge(Arcana)" or Linguistics check would be appropriate.) Attachments:
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Post by Naerwen on Feb 2, 2012 23:51:05 GMT -4
[dice=20] +10
Naerwen glances at the orb and then watches the Archmage for a moment trying to decide whether this was a good idea or not. [rand=97834072207207889007228140219876891327306595198139919353273277236]
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Post by blackhawk on Feb 3, 2012 1:05:33 GMT -4
Vulgrim takes a mug off of the proffered trey and takes a large pull from it. Mead. Nice and dark too. Could be worse.
Watching and listening as the Mage goes about his work, Vulgrim nods. "Alright then." He unwraps the dagger from the bundle he is carrying and walks to the place where the gnome's magic indicated the dagger was needed. "I'll just put it here then." He places the dagger in the circle carefully, point inward, then steps back. Somehow I donnae think that the care I took in puttin an edge on tha' is gonnae matter that much.
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Post by zeferin on Feb 3, 2012 1:54:49 GMT -4
Take the mug from the odd butler, Trazish took a sip and was surprised to taste Elven wine. As much as I would like, he thought as he placed the mug down, it's best not repeat what happened the last time I had this stuff. I still can't figure out how I ended up on the roof...
Trazish looked at the circle, trying to see if he could make out any thing. Knowledge arcana: [dice=20] + 8
As he did so, he pulled out the holy symbol and unwrapped it. "So," turning to the Archmage, "I know ya, sir, just said to put these little things in them circles, but what is all this? I don't want to end up like your door, no offence sir."[rand=4811031031422317266133821569383142933298782445490416720510553568602]
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Post by irishmagician on Feb 3, 2012 9:33:48 GMT -4
The elf, with an evaluating eye, can tell that the gnome is actually being rather honest about his intentions and is not attempting to prevaricate. It is quite obvious to her that while Erfryn is rather intelligent, he makes assumptions that everyone else is just as intelligent as he is, and that as such everyone should know what he is talking about. And that he is easily distracted and goes on length tangents. Frequently.
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As the dwarf places the dagger in its respective circle, a soft chiming sound can be heard emanating from the dagger. A faint, sky-blue glow can be seen flowing along the intricate designs etched into the dagger, as it begins to float a few inches off the ground.
..................................................................... "Talon" can only slightly understand the diagram, from the limited exposure he had to arcane workings. The only information he can gleam from the diagram is that there is extensive transmutation, abjuration, and conjuration magick involved in it.
Erfryn looks up momentarily in "Talon's" direction as he makes his comment.
"Oh, do not worry too much about the door, good lad. That door has been like that for about...."he takes a brief moment to search his brain, absently scratching his head with the wand he had been using. His hair changes to a brilliant green color momentarily, and changes back when he stops scratching. "Ah, yes! For the last 20 years. Quite a magnificent explosion, I must say myself. I would recommend to never attempt to mix hydra venom with extract of pickled newt. Terrible combination, terrible. Anyways, nothing to worry!" He gives "Talon" an encouraging smile and turns back to his fine-tuning calculations on the diagram.
(OOC: Updated for grammar correction. >_<)
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Post by mith on Feb 3, 2012 15:51:29 GMT -4
Taking a tall glass from the tray, Grumplestiltskin is delighted to discover it contains a lightly sparkling juice of fruits he had enjoyed in Watersgate. His opinion of Erfryn substantially improved, he slowly and carefully makes his way across the room towards his assigned place between the Sage and the young Elf.
He tries to identify some of the patterns and runes in the diagram, particularly near the small circles marked out for him.
Knowledge: arcana [dice=20] + 10
Nearing his place, he examines some of the potions in his satchel. "Excuse me, sir, but is there a particular order or sequence for these potions?" he asks the Sage.[rand=28788579604588458260469557717443623060519574214567702847998589]
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Post by irishmagician on Feb 3, 2012 18:10:01 GMT -4
Grumplestiltskin is unable to gleam much from his observations of the diagram; only gathering that a strange, powerful magick could be wrought from this experiment.
Erfryn, now having finished making his adjustments to the diagram, had walked over to one of the desks nearby to flip through some notes. He looks up when the halfling addresses him.
"Ah, yes, that would be a good question, I agree! Hmm, let's see...." Erfryn strokes his chin for a second, pondering the issue. He abruptly turns to a pile of books next to the desk, almost doing a literal swan dive as he wades through them; tossing a book over his shoulder now and then. Finally, a muffled "Aha!" can be heard from deep within the pile. A soft flash of light shines from the book pile, and five silver goblets float silently up from the behind it. They glide over to land in front of the halfling, followed shortly by a piece of paper covered in familiar, elegant script. A dust-covered gnome struggles out from the bookpile, sneezing twice. Erfryn snaps his fingers, cleaning himself off with magick again.
"You will want to dispense the potions into those goblets. Fortunately, I found the instructions my assistant, Jorell, had left for me regarding it. Some potions will need to be mixed together before putting them in, so I recommend following his directions carefully!" He says with complete confidence in the halfling's ability, and returns to sift through his notes again.
(OOC: Mith, make a Craft(Alchemy) check to determine your success in mixing and dispensing the potions correctly. Gain a +2 circumstance bonus for having the instructions in front of you while doing so.
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Post by zeferin on Feb 3, 2012 18:31:46 GMT -4
After hearing what the Archmage had to said and looking at the circle once again, Trazish finally gave in. He knew that anymore questioning would only make him look suspicious and, sighing a little, grabbed his mug and took a quick swig. Putting it back down, "Talon" took his place in the circle, holding the holy symbol out and in front of him as he placed it in the center.
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Post by Naerwen on Feb 3, 2012 19:53:19 GMT -4
Naerwen looked into the cup as a drink appeared and thought it rather strange. She briefly smelled the drink to identify it, and then sat the glass down. She felt a little uneasy with such magic. She was used to nature magic as opposed to these foreign symbols. Finally Naerwen let out a small sigh to herself and moved toward the circle she was supposed to go to. As she walked she said a silent prayer asking for protection and guidance.
When she reached the circle she knelt to remove the branch from her bag. She carefully unfolded the parcel and put away the wrappings. As she held the branch a few more leaves unfurled. She looked at the branch and then to the circle. Almost holding her breath she leaned in and placed the branch in the center of the circle. When she sat back up Tiriel shifted her weight on Naerwen's shoulder, and she idly rubbed the bird's feathers. She glanced over at the goblets that were in front of the halfling hoping that whatever he was mixing wouldn't blow up.
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