March Event and Intro Log

[magicademymods]

March Event and Intro Log Golem On The Loose The rain never stops. Water and mud track all over campus. Diligent cleaning golems stomp about, mopping and scrubbing and polishing and then going back to do it all over again, and again, and again... One of them seems to have had it. The renegade golem bursts into Kedrigan Hall -- interrupting classes and disrupting labwork to furiously seize students and scrub every last scrap of mud and dirt off of them. All the halls have been locked off with "Under Cleaning" signs, and anyone who enters them meets with the golem's wrath, as it violently plays a pre-recorded message about not interfering with groundskeeping and deploys a giant claw-like tool to grab the interloper and put them back on unforbidden ground. The professors, who are after all completely immune to the golem's attention by its very design, seem to think this is a good learning opportunity for students. Is it? Horrible Spell Doom? "Are you sure you're ready for the test on Advanced Gaseous Discovery?" one upperclassman asks the other. "Of course I'm sure," the second says confidently. Whipping out a wand from a holster on her belt, she sweeps her wand through the air gracefully, pronouncing several Osmarian sigils as she draws them. Probably. "See, that's a blue cloud--" Said blue cloud, which puffs into being as the last syllable left her lips, abruptly doubls in size. Then it doubles in size again. And again. The upperclassmen, who have been in Diatu for several years and know exactly what this sort of thing means, don't hesitate. Not even stopping to share a glance between them, they run like crazy, leaving the growing cloud behind just as classes let out and students begin to enter the halls. But... surely it doesn't have any weird and wacky side effects, right? The Bala-inlota Parade (aka The Non-Horrible Prompt) To celebrate the start of the Bala-inlota season, Anastara spares no expense. The great parade and associated festival stretches the whole weekend, and the whole city puts on their colors and turns out for the fun. Enterprising vendors sell food, drinks, and souvenirs ranging from small and crude figurines to magical constructs that shine field displays onto flat surfaces so you can watch the action up-close! (Good luck affording that, students.) Practically any sort of entertainment you could want appears on the streets and canals of Anastara, and food and drink flow freely. 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 team has developed a Sundering spell that they warn is crude and unpolished, because the Curriculum is so unpracticed. They hope it will connect to your home worlds and establish a magical link they can build off of to open further passages. No promises! And to those who do undergo this spellwork... it has a certain side effect of confusion, as brief images from your home world flicker across your vision for a few hours afterwards. Wonders Await Diatu Magicademy is open to you in all its glory. Have fun!

A Special Note

If you thread out one or more scenes based on the confusion from "Research on the Sundered", respond to the comment on this post with a link to that thread. The results of this will be revealed next month! (It is, we're afraid, not a regain, lest your participation be based solely on that hope!)

Comments

[perfectenn]

That is the most positive reaction he's heard to arriving, particularly in contrast to recent kidnapping accusations. At her good cheer, Tenn’s posture finally starts to relax.

"I see. He must trust you to grant such a great responsibility." And she is welcome to go about her mission so long as she’s not collecting passersby to fill Valhalla.

"I do not know if it was an accident." Tenn lowers his voice; he can no longer be certain the Sundering spell targets are random. "But I don't recall anything out of the ordinary." Still, since she raised the topic, he asks for clarification. "If you are familiar with such portals, could you describe one?"

[valkyriefoodie]

"I hope so. I don't want to fail him!"

And no, collecting and protecting the souls of the dead was really more Hel's area of expertise. If however he needed anything fought or a source of freshly hunted meat this was the gal to go to!

"Why would anyone bring you here on purpose, do you think you were kidnapped?"

That was a concern, so much so that she nearly forgot he had asked about portals.

"Usually portals are glowing areas of bright light and if you should step into one you can be transported very far away from where you started. But if one opens up right where you are standing you might not remember the light at all. They can open and close very quickly."

[perfectenn]

Tenn can think of several reasons why he might have been kidnapped. But none of them would've resulted in someone trying to turn him into a wizard.

"That I couldn't say. I've never had magic, and I can't imagine why someone would give it to me." He'll leave out that, if it had been offered freely, he may not have turned it down.

It would have been nice to see a conveniently glowing circle in the air proclaiming magic! But alas, such was not the case. However, Tenn curls a hand under his chin as he turns that second thought over in his mind.

"That would make sense. The Sundering spells I’ve seen demonstrated happened instantly. If there were no glyphs on my end, there may not have been any warning."

[valkyriefoodie]

"Hm!"

Skuld gave a quick affirmative nod.

"And that could still have been an accident. This is a magical school so maybe some one was practicing and their spell went wrong. That could have drawn people here. Or... in my world we occasionally have people arrive in portals from other places. When the Angels started showing up we had a group of warriors show up to help defeat them. Once they were defeated these people were able to return home again. So maybe it's something like that?"

[perfectenn]

Tenn gives a mild smile; he’s not the sort who would be called on to fight interdimensional invaders. It’s a silly thought, but….

"It would be nice to know if I was needed somewhere." Tenn concedes. Even as it feels childish, he can't help but admire her confidence. Perhaps if he was from a realm where such methods of traveling and magic were the norm, he'd have similar feelings. (After all, it would be rather boring if it was just an accident, wouldn't it?)

Having decided she is a new Sundered, and therefore a future classmate, Tenn asks, "I assume you've been placed in a House. Have you chosen which magic you will specialize in?"

[valkyriefoodie]

"I was placed in Aet et Calculum but... no. I have no idea what sort of magic I should use. I thought I would just try a bunch of spells and see which one worked for me the best."

She leaned forward just a little bit to regard her fellow classmate as he had said something very curious just then.

"I'm sure you are needed some where. Every one is. You just may not see it yet."

Would you believe I did not notice the different tenses until now?

[perfectenn]

"It's a good approach. I'm sure you'll find something to suit you." He assured. "Aer et Calculum has a wide range in Thaumaturgy and is known as a magical house. It is an excellent place to start, based on your goals."

Seemed he couldn’t escape with a subject change, alas. Tenn leaned back on his heels, smile slipping. She said it like it was so simple… even though they’d been transported to such a foreign place. What would he even look for? Usually, the people who needed him were the ones who found him.

That there might be something so important he was completely unaware of… was both appealing and distressing. He glanced away, his mouth in an uncertain line. "Perhaps."