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.

Comments

[whose_son_am_i]

"One can dress stylishly while still not necessarily drawing attention. You don't wish to stand out, then?" The comment about budget however made him sigh. "Yes it is rather annoying to have a lack of funds. But you could always learn Modifications or Fantastics, and alter or illusion your own clothes."

[noasark]

"No, not particularly- and with the chaos here, I need to be able to reliably replace everything. There's a point about Fantastics, but that would be active..." Hmm. But Modification...

"...Modification brings a good point though...and I have completed Glyphics..."

[whose_son_am_i]

"Then I now know at least one person to come to, should I require some glyphics myself." Loki said with a sly smile. "But it is likely to be the easiest on your budget."

[noasark]

"Hmhmmm~ I'll keep my schedule open, but yes... ...though I'll need to see this class through regardless- trends change after all, and if I'm putting magic into this I'm not settling for anything but the best," he huffs almost proudly. "Perhaps I can use the chance to imbue the clothing with something extra too."

[whose_son_am_i]

"You're just making me want to use your talents more, you know." Loki said, still with that sly smile. "The key though isn't to follow the trends, so much as to find the classics. Figure out what is core and classic in style, that will always BE in style, and then you accessorize with trends."

[noasark]

"Mine specifically? Hah! I'll take that one as a compliment."

Ahhhh...looking into the classics though... "...that does seem more longterm at least..." he mutters, starting to go into thought on it.

[whose_son_am_i]

"So far, yours personally as I'm not sure who else I'd be able to claim any familiarity with, that knows Glyphics." Loki replied reasonably. "I'd figure out what specific items you like in a uniting style, and then look for them. From there you branch out to others, and again--keep the trends on accessories or accent pieces so you can swap out easily."

[noasark]

"Fair enough- at the very least, there's not many sundered who bothered with the course that long," he snorts. "Hmmm....I suppose it's time to draw on old lessons from home again as well..."

You had to look good in the business world, so. He won't be busting out the suits at any time, but the colour theory is a bit vital...

[whose_son_am_i]

"It's on my list." Loki said dryly. "It's a rather long list of magics I plan to try and master."

[noasark]

Hah. That just gets a smirk- "In a timely manner I bet." - and then Noa glances to the front of the class.

They should really be focusing after all, or at least focusing a little more, and.

"...oh joy, volunteers..."

Their conversation may come to an end by unfortunate force.

[whose_son_am_i]

An end it may be, but Loki doesn't miss a beat. "Of course, we'd be delighted to help." With a charming smile, as he gets to his feet. Prepared, hopefully, for whatever is about to come his way.