NationStates Jolt Archive

"Hurry! They will be here sooner than you know!" The major domo was clearly agitated as he supervised with the preparations. He had the staff hopping, running to and fro, in a mad rush to prepare the Hall and the Tower for the pending Conference.

"Think of it... this will be the first time in years they have all gathered together. Let us hope there will not be a repeat of the sort which ended the last Convocation. There is too much business to be conducted."

Some one of the myriad of servants, hangers-on, companions, and assorted staff keep approaching and almost as soon as one of the legion of problems was solved another person rushed forward with one or more detail which must be settled.

"Where do you what this lot?" "Can we store the wyverns in the barn?" "I need to store these items in a cool dark place, free from bats." "Is there a local supplier of wombat brains?"

And on it went.

(OOC Great potental is here...but the practicalities of it. What will the discussions be....and would a vampire be welcomed? He is not strickly a wzard, but he is a rather powerful magic-user. Farely powerful, and many would think in a good alignment. Although prejudice is still apparent against vampires. Will my character be welcomed?)

Out of Chracter:

As the world of Vampire as created by Mark Rein Hagen (I know him, he knows me, and he likes my role play abilities) is known to me The whole issue of inviting vampires was a thought which already occured to me. Let me see... I envision this as a congress of wizards gathered together to discuss an agenda of issues of magic. Certainly this might include issues which might include vampires. But I was oping for a congress with good ROLE PLAY and limited combat. It is a Congress and not a war zone. Think: Wizards' PAX. Think possibly Europe of the 8th through 14 centuries.

Could a vampire character attend a convocation of mages without going ballistic? Please show me this and be welcome.

In Character:

Out of Chaos there slowly emerges some sort of order. The kenetic pace of the movement of the support staff who wil be doing all the actual work to keep things running smoothly gradually begins to wind down as the many task are eventually accomplished.

"Why does it always seem that these preparations are left to the last minute?" inquires the major domo of no one in particular. "You! Have all the delegates forwarded their special dietary requirements and sample menus?"

Some one answers in the affrimative. Now, if one were to look at this some one might immediately think "Now there is someone interesting. Is he a ostler attendant? Perhaps an animal wrangler? Is he a cooks' assistant? Certainly there is a strong aura of wards and protections from all those amulets he is wearing. Just look at that Eye of Horus, and that Heliotrope Scarab must have set someone back not a few gold crowns....."

But this one factotum soon is lost n the crowd of bodies rushing one place or another, all on important tasks. The careful observer will note that many of them are armed with various amulets and warding devices.

At the edge of this great seething mass stands one figure, an island of apparent calm on the shores of the malstrom. With an air of authority and the calm of someone who has seen all this before stands the man of many, yet indeterminate, years. And with all the hustling and bustling and bumping going on there is a vortex of peace and tranquility here. All re careful NOT to bump into him, or even brush against his robes, though there are a few close encounters. In his arms is a large book. Is that a cat peking out from the bottom of his robe?

OOC:Well I got this 9,000 year old High Wizard who is head of the wizard guild in Teritora, would he do or maybe one of the lesser wizards?

Kain arrived. He was a avid user of magic, but was not a full time studier of the arcane arts, but he war rather powerful in the field. He had a long red cloak, he did not change it's form to a robe today. He wanted everyone to know what he was, as decpetion would not be taken lightly.

Walking to the conferance, Kain's feet created a clicking sound as he tred, his cloven talons clicking against the ground quietly. With the air of confiadance and control Kain approaced the enterance. His green-brown skin had not bbegun to glow blue, that was a good sign Kain thought, no one was targeting him with magic.

He walked in...

(OOC Ok. Kain's Cloak is magical in nature and is intellegent. His sword (the same one in the picture) resonates powerful evil, and is also intellegent. Kain has a pouch which is lightly magical in nature, and also, should be be targeted by magic, his skin will absorb it, depending on the strength of the spell.)

http://images.legacyofkain.net/sr1/captures/intro/kain_11.jpg
http://images.legacyofkain.net/sr1/captures/intro/kain_08.jpg

Follow the yellow bump road...

Twice I have posted long, nice chapters only to have them disappear. This is a test messag

Twice I have posted long, nice chapters only to have them disappear. This is a test messagAlways cut and paste large posts, the one time you don't, the fourm eats the post.

A shadowy shape appears near the congrigation, his black cloak stirring slightly in the breeze. He was not a powerful mage, actually more of a stealthy warrior, but he understood the ways of the earth-magicks, and had spells to suit his needs. He was a skilled enchanter, imbuning the effects of spells into material things. A small pouch of soul gems hung from his leather belt, each glowing with an internal light. Perhaps he would get to demonstrate his skills, and enchantment as he knew it was not possible without a filled soul gem. He waited, studying the gathered wizards.

A woman in a white cowled robe and carring a staff walked into the confrence, Teritora's Wizard guild was extremely unusal in having female wizards as well. She had been sent to the confence by the High Wizard who rarely left Teritora, the man was unbevivable old and quite powerful. Teritoran Wizards were known for their unusally long lives but the high Wizard took the cake but he was also guarding and was in a deadly game of cat and mouse with an anceint foe and it would not be wize for him to leave Teritora, it was aslo a statement by the Teritoran guild to send a woman to the confrence.

The shadow watches as a woman in white arrives, followed by a familiar figure...

OOC: *whistles out of boredom*

Someone T-gram the author to tell em to get a move on, or I might take over this thread. :roll:

OOC: I was hoping you'd see this KI. That's why I gave it a discreet bump.

I will give the author a while...if he doesn't do anything., I will make this thread again for you guys. No promises though.

OOC: I have sent him a telegram. Now we wait...

A hand is waved and this entry hall falls into darkness... and silence. Almost a minute goes past, before eyes can start to perceive points of light, like stars, begin to flicker high above all. But from the appearance of these light they are shining from some place beyond the height of the ceiling, but somewhere lower than the true stars themselves.

From high above: "Welcome" is entoned in a deep bartone voice.

These "stars" begin to fall, like shooting stars, singly at first, but increasing in numbers till a varible cascade of light dazzles all. And music begins, a high celestial invoking sound, pleasant, soothing.

"Welcome all." This time the voice come from amongs them. The host can now be seen as if outlined by fairy-fire.

"I see we are not all here yet, but that is to be expected. Would anyone like refreshments? Care to freshen-up after your journey?" The light-level is now at a twilight level, but rising in intensity. The room is now laid with boards, laiden with food and drink. Servants are making ign as if they are ready to disencumber the travellors of their outter garments. The music continues.

As the light raises one may note that the music is coming from the tapestries lining the walls. Woven into the fabric are musicians who seem to move, as if to be playing music, but they are apparently two-dimentinal.

"Enjoy. Converse, but please, no politics this first night. There will be time enough for the swabbling latter."

And with that the host bows, rises, and turns as if to leave the room....

Valwin Stepped out of a shadow near the location of the meeting , he took a moment to smooth his robes and check all of his gear I always seem to lose something when I do that. He entered the hall and realized that he had missed the hosts introduction damn.

Valwin is a silver haired middle-aged elf dressed in white and gold robes and carrying a wooden staff.

*tag*

Whiptail seats himself at a nearby bench, keeping his cloak from the servants. The cloak was enchanted by his own hand, fortifying him against the elements when he wore it. Being reptillian, he could not generate his own body heat, but that was what the cloak was for, allowing him to travel in the dead of winter. He sits and waits, sipping on a goblet of wine.

Can I have Siri show up? She's ancient and such... over forty-seven thousand years old...

~Siri

ooc:
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I was wondering if I could introduce some of the ancient Caelistis Droaidh into this thread? I would not be posting as Angelus, so none of my technowank would be here, but since Angelus is an extension of the Caelistis, it would be a precursor to what Angelus is now.*
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Unfortunately, there may be problems with reality as I have blanket-ignored the Shentavo brood, but as I am not posting as Angelus, I may be able to make an exception... Except for Rave, I'll not RP with her at all. Did it before with horrendous results. *shudder*

OOC: If welcomed, I have a charicter I can send to this. Though I made the charicter for NS2 (which never happened), she is not completely incompatible with Wazzu...just not associated with the nation beyond living there (Wazzu itself does not dabble in magic).

It would be an interesting change to RP...if welcomed.

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Posting as the Caelistis to tag and introduce my character, if accepted.*
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I would be sending Aeolis Caelistis, Draoidh and Priest of the Order of the Sky. In case you are unfamilliar with what a Draoidh is, they are basically the ancient Druidic teachers, conjurors, and "true" wizards. Essentially, they practice a form of fundamental magic based off of the prime forces of nature. Elemental mastery, temporal mastery, and so on and so forth. *
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Of course, there are VERY few true Draoidhs, but since this is a "conference of Wizards", I would assume that august personages would be more acceptable than your basic hedge witch.*
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Anyway, Aeolis appears to be in his early thirties, long black hair, tanned skin, dark eyes. Not exceptionally tall, roughly 5'11, 190 pounds or so. Muscular, but not extremely so, more lithe and willowy than anything. He is clean shaven, with sharply pointed features, long arms and legs, with slender hands. No, he is not elvish, but he is not human either, he is Draoidh.* He is not particularily handsome, but he carries himself with an air of ancient wisdom and his eyes hold the mysteries of nature within their onyx depths.
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He dresses in simplistic gray robes, and carries a long birch staff carved into the likeness of the Goddess. He also wears a pendant carved from ivory in a similar likeness. Leather sandles and a large satchel round out his accutrements, and he would arrive on foot.
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He is soft-spoken, rarely emotional or impassioned, and speaks only enough to convey his point and loud enough only to be heard. He rarely raises his voice or descends into arguements, merely speaking his point and clarifying for inquisitive sorts only. Finally, he never shares the secrets of the Draoidh with any but high-ranking Druids, Clerics of the Order, and Draoidh initiates.

Whiptail nears the end of his first goblet of wine, and still no company. This gathering seems as dead as the temple I call home...

OOC: Thread's author seems to have forgotten about it.

~Siri

OOC: Thread's author seems to have forgotten about it.

~Siri

No, I have not forgotten about it, but the act of the matter is that every time I write a long, involved post there seems to be some glitch in the system which deletes my writings. Arrgh! I grow frustrated. Carry on without me if you chose, and I will get back when I can.

By the way, Happy New Year. It is All Hallows Eve. And I creat a New region in this network. It is created on All Hallows Eve and dedicated to more Archane role play, and Mystical endeavors. It is password protected, to weed out the children, posers, flakes and want-to-be-kool types.

Do you BELIEVE in the Mystic Realms? Please come, if you can find your way to the password. There we can discuss even further metaphysical notions.

OOC: Thread's author seems to have forgotten about it.

~Siri

No, I have not forgotten about it, but the act of the matter is that every time I write a long, involved post there seems to be some glitch in the system which deletes my writings. Arrgh! I grow frustrated. Carry on without me if you chose, and I will get back when I can.

By the way, Happy New Year. It is All Hallows Eve. And I creat a New region in this network. It is created on All Hallows Eve and dedicated to more Archane role play, and Mystical endeavors. It is password protected, to weed out the children, posers, flakes and want-to-be-kool types.

Do you BELIEVE in the Mystic Realms? Please come, if you can find your way to the password. There we can discuss even further metaphysical notions.

OOC: Thread's author seems to have forgotten about it.

~Siri

No, I have not forgotten about it, but the act of the matter is that every time I write a long, involved post there seems to be some glitch in the system which deletes my writings. Arrgh! I grow frustrated. Carry on without me if you chose, and I will get back when I can.

By the way, Happy New Year. It is All Hallows Eve. And I creat a New region in this network. It is created on All Hallows Eve and dedicated to more Archane role play, and Mystical endeavors. It is password protected, to weed out the children, posers, flakes and want-to-be-kool types.

Do you BELIEVE in the Mystic Realms? Please come, if you can find your way to the password. There we can discuss even further metaphysical notions.

ooc>>>>>

Plase feel free to play. Please stay in character. Please feel fre to bring up issues when the time is right, but lets run this in a semi-orderly manner.

I envision this in the deligate taking sides on issues related to the promilgation of magic. Such issues as "Is magic to be shared or kept only for the benefit of the initiate & elite?" I envision factional fighting, such as the old Light verses Dark magic split.

And, please note: the Host has not left the room yet. There are things you, as players, can do.

Oh, maybe I should say that nominally you have all pledged, as part of your acceptance to this conference, to a "King's Peace". That means that no hostile magic is to be employed, at least not overtly. You are pledged to not attack one another. No fire-balls, or diseases, or such other stuff.

By the way, I am curious as to how long you have been role playing, just to satisfy my own curiousity. Some people have been playng for years and are terible at it, while others seem to pick it up their first time and do it fantastically well.

This is going to be an experiment in free-form RPG.

A cloaked figure approaches the door at a relaxed pace and stops before the guard. Hands reach up and pull back a hood.

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"I am Glenn." she speaks, "My last name is not important, I am not on the list. I wish to observe."

Then she stands silent, exuding no magic, waiting for a reply.

The warden at the gate opens the face-door and examines the hoded person. "This is a private affair. If you are not on the list you can not come in." And slams the door

OOC>>>> If you permit me the licence:

IC>>>>

The hooded figure raps on the gate again. "I understand your duty to ward these premises. But I really would like to enter, so may I speak to your supervisor?"

Through the door can be heard the cry of "Sergeant of the Guard!" and a long pause. After a delay voices, can be heard but no words can be distinguished through the door. But the peep-hole once again opens. And, suddenly there is fairy-fire about the personage of the cloaked figure.

"Enter, Glenn, but think not that your true nature can escape the ken of the house." With that the gate is unbarred and opened, revealing a shadowy passage. "You are aware of the rules of atendance?"

A parchment is passed forth. Upon it is: a list of instructions headed by:

"No harmful magic is to be allowed, except in defence, or with prior approval."

"Your secrets are your own, but you must announce your magics"

"You are requested to keep a consistant persona. It gets confusing if you do not. Skitzohrenia is permited only to true skizophrenics, who are requested to sek assistance."

"Let us try to deal with one issue at a time. Let us limit confusion."

Suggestions for other rules are requested."

The warden at the gate opens the face-door and examines the hoded person. "This is a private affair. If you are not on the list you can not come in." And slams the door

OOC>>>> If you permit me the licence:

IC>>>>

The hooded figure raps on the gate again. "I understand your duty to ward these premises. But I really would like to enter, so may I speak to your supervisor?"

Through the door can be heard the cry of "Sergeant of the Guard!" and a long pause. After a delay voices, can be heard but no words can be distinguished through the door. But the peep-hole once again opens. And, suddenly there is fairy-fire about the personage of the cloaked figure.

"Enter, Glenn, but think not that your true nature can escape the ken of the house." With that the gate is unbarred and opened, revealing a shadowy passage. "You are aware of the rules of atendance?"

A parchment is passed forth. Upon it is: a list of instructions headed by:

"No harmful magic is to be allowed, except in defence, or with prior approval."

"Your secrets are your own, but you must announce your magics"

"You are requested to keep a consistant persona. It gets confusing if you do not. Skitzohrenia is permited only to true skizophrenics, who are requested to sek assistance."

"Let us try to deal with one issue at a time. Let us limit confusion."

Suggestions for other rules are requested."

OOC: Not bad. Not quite the wording I would have used, but close enough...and very much the actions she would have taken.

IC:

The woman smiled at the large man. "I deal in information Sergeant, I am aware of the rules. I assure you I am also both sane and appretiative of clarity.

"You however seem paranoid-" she pauses looking into his eyes, "-or is it just a front to scare off those who shouldn't be here?" The last was more rhetorical then meant for the guard Sergeant.

"I've no wish to die, not today. I'll mind my manners." she states reassuringly, "As for more rules, I see no reason or merrit in trying to restrict others here where I am a newcommer."

O:- The new wizard N.M-

" I have heard there is a meeting of the wizards, i as the leader of Camdean would like to attend "

Aeolis strides quietly up the path to the castle, his soft robes rustling about his legs as he walks. His hood is drawn back, wreathing his neck in cloth, freeing his hair and face to the wind. He smiles to himself as he walks, his walking stick leading the way. "Yes, I do believe this will be a good thing."*
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He walks up to the door where Glenn and the sergant are engaged in quite an ardent conversation. "Well, hello there neighbors. Is there a problem?"

"I have no problems," the burly seargeant says, " at least none I can not solve. And as you are personally known to me I will pass you. And I will tell you that every delegate is conveneing in the main hall. I hope the wards and protections will not bother you. Oh, please be aware there is a ward against ILLUSIONS surrounding the whole of this compound."

With that he waves a hand turning the archment he was holding into a white rabbit, which proceeds to jump, start to run off, but fades quickly back to a sheet of parchment. "You can still do illusions to make a point, but they will quickly fade." The warden-on-duty fetched the parchment.

OOC>>>> Wizards are here to talk, not fight.

"And what of I Sergeant?" Glenn asks, "Am I allowed to pass?"

Aeolis grins. "Oh, come on Sergeant, let Glenn in." He gives her a slight wink, as if telling her to just play along. "She's like a kid sister to me! In fact, quite a few years ago one of her great-great-uncles married a great-great-aunt of mine."

He smiles broadly. "I'm sure that neither one of our august ancestors would be proud to hear that their descendants were being held up by a Sergeant too willing to overperform his duties!"

He grins again. "Besides, we both know the rules, and we have both agreed to abide by them. This is a conference from which to LEARN, not to gain more enemies!" He sighs. "The truely powerful wizards have enough as is..."

"Oh common," Glenn said, attempting to make it convencing by taking it for granted. "I wanted to get in here on my own, without the nepotism. Couldn't you have given me another minute or two?" she asked, mocking a hint of anger at having been foiled. "If the guards here talk, this could scar my reputation for decades. Or rather, it could start it badly."

Glenn frowned, but looked to the Sergeant of the Guard for the answer.

Aeolis looks rather sheepish and gives Glenn a wan smile.

"I'm sorry, Glenn... I really didn't mean to walk all over you..." His words descend into mumble, and he looks at the floor.

A minute or so passes, and he finally looks up. "Ok, that's it! Glenn and I are coming in! We're going to enjoy this conference, and no two-bit wannabe wizard is goin to stop us!"

With that, he abruptly changes size, floats in through the opening that the Sergeant is speaking through, returns to normal size, and thwaps the sergeant across the face with a large trout.

"I'm sure your superiours will reward you for such mindless obedience Sergeant." He smiles, and the trout vanishes as he lightly pushes the door open for Glenn.

"Come on in, I don't think the Sergeant is going to be much of a problem!" His voice is bright and cheery, and he casts an absolutely withering glance the Sergeant's way.

The sergeant scratches a politically incorrect part of his anatomy and mutters to the Warden-on-Duty, "I wonders about dese folk some times. I already tells dem they could enters, buts dey asks me to repeats meself."

The guards close the door behind the two new attendees, with them on the INSIDE.

Meanwhile upstairs servants are circulating foodstuffs and other refreshments. Up in the musicians gallery a small ensemble plucks and squeaks and strokes and thumps their instruments in a generally tuneful and artistic manner.

Off to the side of the room, in an alcove, the Host is seated at a library table, bing interrupted in his reading by a rather constant steam of petitioning servant dealing with the various details which arise as they guests arise.

Sweeek, Swaaquak, Fiddle, Thump, thump thump.

Whiptail sits and waits, sipping at his goblet.

Aeolis strides quietly into the conference chamber, his robes rustling about on the floor with each step, his birchwood staff clicking on the ground. He moves forward into the middle of the room and bows at the grand gathering. He straightens with a slight smile, and begins to speak, his quiet voice somehow carrying to all those gathered.*
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"Good day to you all. I am Aeolis Caelistis, Draoidh of the Wehntrlænds. I have come this day to attend this august conference in the hopes to attain a greater knowledge of the Craft that unites us all in a singular purpose."*He pauses, that disturbing little half-smile still frozen on his face. "And so I ask you now, in the spirit of knowledge gained, a two-part question."*
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"Part, the first! I believe the single most disruptive force to magic as a whole is the existence of absolute and true disbelief. Too many times have I watched potent magic cease to function in the light of cold and calculated reason. What are your opinions on this? Is the failure of magic the fault of the caster? Or is it truely being acted upon by a yet-unrecognized force?"*
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"Part, the second! As the world around us slowly advances, what do you forsee as our future, the future of magic itself? Advancement brings reason, logic, understanding, and those bring the disbelief in that which those things cannot explain. And so I ask you, do we assist the advancement of our peoples, to our own doom? Or is this foreshadowing of disbelief merely the ramblings of an old man?"

Glenn glides into the chamber alongside Aeolis, hearing the door shut tight behind them. But she soon breaks apart from the wizzard and moves alond side the room quietly.

A smile crosses her face at the wording of the man's questions, but she keeps her peace. A newcommer, she would learn more now by listening then she would contribute by speaking.

Yet another mage in the traditional sense. Few of these gathered seem to use their command of the Earth-Magicks for practical purposes.

Whiptail muses to himself.

A servant in livery humbly and respectfully approaches Lord Whiptail, bows, and presents him with a messageon a silver salver. The message reads: "May I have a chat with you at your convenience?" signed: [host].

Whiptail reguards the man with an odd look. He'd never been addressed as 'Lord' before. He scans the document quickly, then nods.

"I will meet with your master, at his convenice, not mine. I thank him, and you for his invitation."

Whiptail sits and wonders, clearly puzzled. 'Why does this Mage desire a word with me?' His tail twitches under his chair, openly displaying his puzzlement, to those who knew him well enough to understand such subconcious signs.