June Event and Intro Log
Diatu and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Sundering Midterm Results
It turns out that inadvertently summoning a horrible demon of immense and terrible power is still worth a passing grade: minus a lot of points for summoning the entirely wrong thing, but enough extra credit for successfully doing something so incredibly over-the-top to make up for it just a little. Meanwhile, something something power of running water, there's a demon imprisoned in the fountain, locked behind a massive magic circle of protection. Its flames neither evaporate the water nor are quenched by it, its lashing pointy tail stabs futilely at the stone in an attempt at petty vandalism, and otherwise it squats with otherworldly patience, claws drumming on its thighs. Till someone comes close, and then it calls out.
"Come! It is in my power to grant a wish to those who ask! Speak your desire and I shall grant it!"
Of course, the demon's ability to interpret wishes in an extremely jerkass manner is unparalleled by mortal malice. Still, this doesn't stop those students who think they're clever, can outwit a demon, have a background in legal jargon, or just want a turkey sandwich on rye bread with lettuce and mustard and-and they don’t want any zombie turkeys, they don’t want to turn into a turkey themselves, and they don’t want any other weird surprises. Needless to say, it has gone well for none of them -- but will you be the one to break the streak?
As for the circle, it is specifically warded against meddling, so no freeing the demon (accidentally or otherwise). Those who try to touch it or cross through it are promptly hurled with pinpoint accuracy into a nearby pond that has been put there explicitly for this purpose. (Except for Minamimoto -- if HE messes with it, his pants rip themselves off his body, wrap around his head, and haul him away while shouting the multiplication tables incorrectly.)
Potent Potables
Students work hard, and they play hard. Around midterms, this often takes the form of picnics with unreserved and unrestricted access to not just copious amounts of barbecue and potato salad, but also alcohol. From fine wines to barrels of beer to Liverpunch Whiskey, all sorts of offerings pop up at the parties that occupy space along the Walk or outside the Towers and Keep. Anastara, you see, has no legal drinking age; like most of the Tenscore Kingdoms, children grow up with alcohol, and generally its consumption is seen as no major event and no special treat. And it simply hasn't occurred to anyone that other cultures on other worlds might not function the same.
So enjoy a picnic, but also enjoy your free access to the wonders of intoxication.
Physical Challenge (aka the Prompt Least Likely To Cause Suffering)
Healthy body, healthy mind, the saying goes. Professors Trammel and Kith, adherents to this philosophy, have begun holding extracurricular exercise groups during the off hours. Students can learn proper weightlifting techniques for endurance as well as strength, jog around the campus in groups, play impromptu games that get the body moving, or even just practice slow stretches and what other worlds might call 'yoga'. Captain Lominia aggressively prowls the area, looking for people to scoop into bala-inlota exercises -- far more grueling and dangerous to succeed at if you don't want to be badgered onto the student team, but amazing workouts either way. And Headmaster Birony has set up a fairly extreme obstacle course straight out of a ninja challenge, overseen by Professor Porfsin from behind a cannon which magically flings beanbags at the participants. Those who make it through receive a pie from the Headmaster, who it turns out apparently can make a really darn tasty pie.
Research On the Sundered
With the arrival of the Sundered come those wizards engaged in research on their presence here, now set to investigate what brought them here and how to get them home. All newly-arrived Sundered students are asked to meet with representatives of the research team, to introduce themselves and relate what they will of their homes. In addition, the team requests samples of blood, hair, and skin -- carefully magically collected, and the researchers will sign in the presence of the Sundered a Glyphed contract that forbids them from using the samples for a purpose they know will be harmful. (They quite understand your reasons to be suspicious of this collection! And they will not compel anyone who refuses even given these conditions.)
This month, the researchers wish for you to engage in some sort of conflict, clash, or battle with your fellow Sundered. Spars with blunted weapons are the obvious choice, but games of strategy like go, shogi, or Fantastic Foils are also an option. A rousing debate will do as well -- anything that raises passion and energy. The team explains that they've found many of the Sundered who they interviewed have recently been through some sort of conflict or trouble on their world, and they wish to see if there's any magically-measurable aspect they share when challenged.
Wonders Await
Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. Except for the fountain. You can't swim in the fountain till they figure out how to banish the demon. |
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diatu2019-06-07 03:00 pm
physical challenge
"Don't tell me you're giving up!"
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Yeah, he's a little embarrassed, but he wasn't as fast as some people. Like his sister. Or Webby. And he was more solid than anything. Maybe he should've gone to lift weights, instead...
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Dodged another one without even looking at it.
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He was embarrassed, yeah, but it's more a rueful and resigned sort of embarrassment. This really isn't his sort of challenge, but...he's stubborn, really, so he really will try again. Even if he's sort of left scrambling over things and dodging Professor Porsfin's bean bags by the literal skin of his teeth.
Rounder seems impressed, though--even going so far as to give Cliff a round of applause when he nears the end--only to take a final beanbag to the face. Though he powers through it, red-faced, and collapses only after he crosses the finish line.
"I...don't wanna do that again." It's juuuust this side of a whine.
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"C'mon, let's go again!" As if it was just a carnival ride! "Let's see if we can beat your old time!"
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It didn't help that Rounder chose that moment to punch him in the shin. Get up, you big baby!
"Ow! FINE okay I'm going!" Reluctantly, he got to his feet and headed for the course again. Man, he was going to regret this later...
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Cliff was already thinking about a nice, hot bath after all this was over with. Even before dinner!
"If I fail though, they're not gonna take the pie I supposedly won away from me, are they?" He wants it, the precious!
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Still, he's dedicated, so he lumbers back to take the course for another round. Though he's probably not going to beat his time...
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"Great! I love pie. Pie is great! Fruit pie, meat pie, fisherman's pie, steak and kidney pie..."
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He might regret that, too.
"I always was sort of fond of shepherd's pie, myself..." Yeah, he really is sort of going slower, but he's managing to call down to Webby even as he drags himself over and across the obstacles. He won't win any time records, but he...might make it?
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She still follows, breezing through the obstacles as if this was merely a morning stroll. "Granny always makes sure her shepherd's pie has more vegetables than meat so she can trick the boys into eating them by covering them with meat."
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"Your Granny's pretty clever. I think I'd like to meet her, someday!" He's not really breezing, but he is closing in on that goal, and managing to evade most of the bean bags, and stoically shrug off the others.
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"She's so smart and strong, and I'm going to be like her when I grow up! ... her and Uncle Scrooge, anyway."
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There it was in sight! The finish line! Cliff threw himself at it, resolute! A beanbag whacked him on the back of the head, staggering him--darn Porsfin anyway--but he staggered across it before falling on his face again.
"I did it!" That was muffled into the grass. Rounder spun his way over to give Cliff a pat on the head. Good job, doofus.
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"Way to go!" She cheered way too loudly. "I knew you could do it!"