September Event Log

[magicademymods]

September Event Log Here's One For Free Something about the fall brings out the best in cooks, chefs, and vendors across Anastara, a flurry and frenzy of cooking, experimenting, and tasting that goes miles towards filling bellies left hungry by the hard work of comfortable days and the encroaching chill of cool nights. Bread and bread-relatives in particular take center stage this year, with pretzels, hoagies, buns, and pies coming out in immense quantity. The reason? Cheap cheap grain from the Efrecka Principality, where the court wizard advanced agriculture by leaps and bounds through the simple act of blessing the rains. In fact, such is the bounty that numerous restaurants, street vendors, and stall merchants have begun offering samples to the public, under the not-at-all-alarming principle of "the first one is free". And while this technique is actually producing dividends (unlike previous tactics of "an offer you can't refuse" and "those are nice kneecaps, it'd be a shame if someone broke them because you didn't buy a knave sandwich"), no one quite accounted for the interaction of magic-infused grain and whatever weirdness courses through the Sundered. So what happens? Well, ever heard of "potion miscibility" rules? Maybe you start breathing fire or acid. Maybe you're terribly flatulent, dizzy, confused, or inexplicably forgotten by gravity. Maybe something wonderful happens and you sprout awesome wings. Maybe something terrible happens and you sprout awesome wings from your nostrils. Whatever the case, you're on an adventure now, for however long this lasts... What Do I Look Like, A Charity Case? Unlike the vast majority of students, the Sundered don't come to the school with a lot of resources and more on the way from home as needed. Though by no means does anyone look down on them for this, the Magicademy recognizes this as an unfortunate disadvantage. After all, not every Sundered is suited for gainful employment in Anastara -- some of them look like dragons, for example, and some of them have the social graces of a pie to the face, if the pie was full of poo and artificial waffles. So the Magicademy has offered to pay the Sundered a fair and decent wage for various jobs around the school. Groundskeeping, for example, has fallen behind while Meliandre Tomekin has reluctantly taken her golem servitors offline for a much needed dezanyfication. Students can earn their way by wrangling leaves and plants trying to get ready for winter. For the more prideful, pairs of Sundered can give tours of the facilities to prospective students and their families. Headmaster Birony has an opening for a test dummy, if you feel life is no longer worth living. Whatever your flavor of labor, you can find a way to make some extra dough. Or money, since the dough is probably magical and dangerous as detailed one prompt up. I Threw It On the Ground Most magic classes have reached a point in their curriculum where they address utilizing the local environment for practical and aesthetic effect in spellcasting. Discovery, for example, addresses the creation of material half-in, half-out of objects, which is easily practiced by conjuring a plant of some sort that is properly rooted. Fantastics covers illusion interactions with terrain, as well as style, so students of that art find themselves conjuring flashes and fires that erupt upwards from the ground and also appear to affect the environment. Modification concerns itself with properly accounting for environmental barriers, such as constraints posed by the floor. And Glyphics teaches how to bind these spells into fanciful objects, like glass spheres that shattered and release their spell when smashed at the feet of the wizard in question. So as part of classes, and part of homework, aspiring wizards are casting, conjuring, creating, and changing objects with dramatic gestures and waving wands, all focused on the ground in front of them. Needless to say, some results are particularly spectacular. A geyser of water? A rock the size of a building? Blinding light? Accidentally Modifying your partner's pants? The sky's the limit, and we mean that literally, because you probably don't have the magical wherewithal to achieve escape velocity yet. I'm An Adult Particularly concerned with the behavior of some of the latest Sundered, he's not pointing any fingers but he's getting a little tired of certain students coming up with wacky variants on his House's name, Professor Trammel has taken it upon himself to set up optional deportment and courtesy classes. Well, 'optional' unless you're in Gekronus Maius, since he can order you all to attend, and very, very, uncomfortably encouraged by everyone else for the other Sundered. Needless to say, much of these courses goes over poorly with the student body, but one section in particularly has an unusually strong grip: Style. No one, absolutely no one, can deny that Professor Trammel has and understands style, and he is exceptionally willing to share that benefit with you. The cut of suits, the length of dresses, the proper fit of vests, the flow of capes and cloaks, the power of iconic appearances and distinct silhouettes... he is a master of all these things, and the spells necessary to achieve them. Already, many students are going about campus looking far more snappy than ever before. Is this the time to take on a new look? Or maybe you have an old one from home you'd like to recreate? Could his advice on self-care benefit you? Or maybe you're just determined not to change... The moral of this story is... YOU CAN'T TRUST THE SYSTEM.

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Ronstadt | OTA

[ronstadt]

[A: HURRY, BOY, IT'S WAITING THERE FOR YOU]

Ronstadt was never one to turn down free food, and the stew in a bread bowl had seemed just the ticket after an afternoon of hard study. The streets were so busy with people eager to try the free wares that he didn't even notice the undue effects of his delicious, hearty meal until he headed back to the library to find a refresher algebra book.

The soft, echoing sound of drums was coming from somewhere. He glanced around, trying to find the source, but only got some choice glares from the librarian, and whispers of some quiet conversation farther back in the stacks.

Unless someone pointed it out, he probably wasn't going to realize the sound was coming from him every time he took a step. Not until he got kicked out in a few minutes, at least ...

[B: LIKE THIS, AND THIS, AND THAT, AND EVEN THIS]
Ronstadt's got the flashy part of the illusions down pat: bursts of color pop up from between the flagstones of the corridor he's practicing in, frothing like the waves at a certain mouse's feet in a certain cartoon with too many brooms in it. Unfortunately, the effect they have on the environment is not unlike getting hit with a paintball ... anyone within range of one might find themselves stained with neon colors that make them look like they just walked out of an Esprit ad campaign.

"... Oh, crap. Sorry, I uh - I didn't know it'd do that."

B. The Sorcerer's Woe

[perfectenn]

This. This is why Tenn does not like to walk around the halls of Diatu. He hoped this route would be clear, that sticking to the inner corridors instead of walking outside would spare him, but luck is not on his side today. At least Tenn doesn't look outright angry as he glances down over his wizardly robes with a put-upon expression.

"So I take it your goal wasn't to make me look like I stepped out of a 80's sitcom?"

That Earth reference is probably way over this person's head, but Tenn can't call that distinct magenta color by anything else.

[ronstadt]

"I swear I wasn't going for the TGIF or Must-See-TV vibe," Ronstadt swears, holding his hands up. "I can at least go for a better color, if you want. On purpose. Like re-dying them?"

[perfectenn]

Tenn perks at the TV references. Interesting... another Sundered from earth. He'll dig into that later. Right now, he should smooth things over.

"No need. This happens on occasion. They design the robes to be easy to clean... hm."

Tenn reaches into a sleeve and removes his wand: a long, silver one resembling a conductor’s baton. He does not take Modification, but he knows a few of the most basic spells. One hand goes to holding out the fabric, the other flicks his wand through a set of very precise motions with a muttering of numbers, Tenn's eyes narrowed in focus. But when he's done, his robes are suddenly exactly the orange and red Valhudor shades they were previously.

"See? The new color can be removed entirely through Modification. It’s easier than calculating the effects of new dye."

[gunbladegrrl]

Considering the subdued blacks Maria favored -- suddenly being clothed in radiant pink and yellow was shocking in so many ways. She went very still to process this change, eyes wide.

"How the heck?"