Clermar turns his attention from the drunk dwarf to the cloaked elf. He holds out a callused hand to Nean. "Name's Clermar" He realizes he has no glass to raise and calls to the bartender, "Ale please." He turns back to the elf with an awkward smile. After a moments pause he points at the dwarf, "I don't know this ones name, just saw him like this ... uh, what brings you to the festival?"
Nean reaches out and they shake hands. "Pleasure to meet you, Clermar." He slowly takes another gulp before answering. "I must admit it's more like this festival keeps forcing itself upon me, rather than me seeking it out. I've been in Solacus for all my life and trust me, whatever happens at the Arcanum feels better with something to drink in your hand. What about you though? What drives a man like you to a place like this?
Dril: You also notice the group of mages preparing for their show, being led by a man who you assume to be Silas.
Ospos: You can't imagine why the Conclave members seem so suspicious. The entire festival is put on by the guild, so it's odd that they seem displeased.
Clermar:"Comin right up." The busy woman says as she rushes off to get your drink. When she returns she passes it to you and says "6 copper."
Ospos looked back and forth between the crew setting up and the Conclave members looking suspicious. His curiosity piqued, he decided his performance could be postponed a little bit to observe the outcome. Looking for a good vantage point to watch, Ospos spied an empty chair next to a High Elf and walked over to Liafal, "Something interesting is about to happen and I'm looking for a good place to watch. Mind if I take the chair?" Without waiting, Ospos climbed up, made himself comfortable and looked over to Liafal, "So, you look like a bookish sort. Those Conclave members over there are eyeing that troupe setting up rather suspiciously. What do you now about the Conclave?"
Liafel: You turn to look at the Conclave members as the stranger points them out to you. Indeed they seem to be eyeing the performers, less as spectators and more like a teacher watching an unruly student, waiting for them to misbehave. This makes sense to you, as you know that Conjuration magic is highly regulated by the Conclave. Summoning objects and creatures is difficult due to the Riftlock. The beckoned creatures tend to be plucked from other places on the material plane instead of other realms, which can be an issue for various reasons. When a mage does manage to pull something across the lock, the results are always unpredictable.
Continuing to keep an eye on both Silas's troupe and the Conclave group, Ospos nods as Liafial speaks. "So the Conclave are worried this show can be dangerous? Now I'm really curious! Hope they get on with this soon, I have my own show to put on. Name is Ospos, I am a performer too. You should come check me out later at the corner of Accorn Avenue and Ups Street." Checking to make sure his hat was properly set on his head, Ospos flashed a big smile, "Ahh, you have a sense for fashion! This is a true statement and cost me a pretty penny."
Clermar produces six copper from his coin purse before tucking it away. "I grew up in the city as well" He looks Nean over briefly thinking he is the type of person he'd usually be chasing after. "I'm enjoying the festival, but I'm looking for new work. Not sure what to do though.
"I guess wesimply never had the chance to meet each other then. If it is working you're interested in, our interests may differ but i doubt you'll be looking for long."Nean than eyes up their furr-wearing table guest who seemes to be busy dealing with his hangover. "And what about you, master dwarf? What fatefull encounter made you drown yourself this deep in ale? If you too are looking for work i can assure you, you just found yourself two washed ups that would surely love to benefit from your fashion advice and be styled according to your design." He shows off a big grin before he takes a quick look outside and then, scanning through the crowd, again adresses his table mates. "Or we might as well take a seat or, preferably, a stand outside. Seems like theres a troup willing to do some conjuring. You never know if they'll fail miserably or whether they actually know what they're doin."
Liafial looks across the table at the little halfling fellow who has joined him at his table. "The Conclave is probably concerned with the show that Silas plans to put on. Summoning magic can be very unpredictable at times."
Overhearing the table next to his Dril speaks to the elf with a loud enough tone to include his company "Aye that's the best part! A keen eye can catch dozens of muckled spell attempts. Watching the caster's reaction of surprise and confusion as they await the outcome reeeaaally does it for me."
Bram leans out to be included in the conversation with the next table over,
"Yes, we could have a really entertaining show on our hands, if we're lucky"
Bram again cast Silent Image, but this time the small illusion of the devil like creature is standing before a smaller humanoid, not unlike the performers setting up on stage. the creatures look at each other for a moment before the devil grabs the humanoid and causes them to burst into flame and turn to ash. the illusions then fade away again.
Liafial looks over at the gnome at the next table, "Who would of ever guessed that someone's failure would be more entertaining than their success?" Liafial asks rhetorically as he also watches and waits with anticipation for whatever Silas and his troupe have in store.
"Ya kiddin' me!? Some hot-shot schmo reeeeaaally thinks theyre sumthin just to flub it when it counts int amusing to ya? Anyone can cast magic, it's only fools and myself that think they can control it well!"
Bram leans out to be included in the conversation with the next table over,
"Yes, we could have a really entertaining show on our hands, if we're lucky"
Bram again cast Silent Image, but this time the small illusion of the devil like creature is standing before a smaller humanoid, not unlike the performers setting up on stage. the creatures look at each other for a moment before the devil grabs the humanoid and causes them to burst into flame and turn to ash. the illusions then fade away again.
"This guy is Bram and I do not know him at all! I myself am Dril. Viva arcana! Yall seem to be an assorted lot, what brings yall to Solacus? The ArcFest? I'm simply here for the ale." Drill says with a smirk.
To Bram: "Bram, ya gotta thing for those magical figurines of yours dontcha? Like marionettes or what?"
After another few minutes, a member of the group steps up to the stage. The tiefling woman looks stoic for a moment, before spinning around with a flourish. An arm raises up, and a bonfire manifests next to her, nestled in a brazier that had been placed on the stage. Another spin, blue robes flowing with the movement, and another bonfire appears, in a matching brazier. The show seems to have started, as people clap for the display. "Magic is thought to be a gift of the gods. No school shows this clearer than conjuration, the ability to pull real, physical matter from the farthest reaches of the multiverse. We have studied these ancient arts, to present to you a glorious display of arcane might. Please, raise your applause for Silas' Superior Summoning Show!" The woman raises her hands, a a beautiful shower of fragrant flower blossoms appears above her, scattering in the wind across the stage and the front row of the audience.
Looking at Dril, Ospos answers, "I was born and raised here. Never been outside of the city." Then with a slightly alarmed look, he scans Bram up and down and tentatively asks, "You perform? Are you a graduate of the College of Bards?"
"Sounds like a show would be fun. I never bothered with magic. I don't think I'd be any good at it if I bothered neither." Clermar walks outside and takes a seat at a table with an empty seat for his new elven acquaintance. He politely claps as the tiefling begins the show.
He hears the the phrase 'plain cloths city guard' and instinctively whips his head toward its origin. He sees the nervous human talking with a halfling. He focuses back on the show and takes a drink. Not my problem anymore he thinks.
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With a last look at the dwarf who remains at the table, motionless, Nean decides to grab his wine and follow the newly met companion outside the Tavern. Before taking a seat, however, he pauses for a moment, his arms resting on the back of the chair, and examines the crowd that had gathered in front of the Red Gallows, mainly to see if there are any familiar faces he would recognize.
"Ahhh, well....depends who's asking. Are you a member? You're not a plain cloths city guard are you?"
Bram looks a little nervous.
Ospos imagines the work involved being a city guard and scoffs, "Me? A city guard? That would just be too much work." Humorously, Ospos continued, "And do you really believe a plain clothes city guard would tell you just because you asked?"
Ospos looks at the Conclave members and thinks back to what he remembers...
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Clermar turns his attention from the drunk dwarf to the cloaked elf. He holds out a callused hand to Nean. "Name's Clermar" He realizes he has no glass to raise and calls to the bartender, "Ale please." He turns back to the elf with an awkward smile. After a moments pause he points at the dwarf, "I don't know this ones name, just saw him like this ... uh, what brings you to the festival?"
Nean reaches out and they shake hands. "Pleasure to meet you, Clermar." He slowly takes another gulp before answering. "I must admit it's more like this festival keeps forcing itself upon me, rather than me seeking it out. I've been in Solacus for all my life and trust me, whatever happens at the Arcanum feels better with something to drink in your hand. What about you though? What drives a man like you to a place like this?
Dril: You also notice the group of mages preparing for their show, being led by a man who you assume to be Silas.
Ospos: You can't imagine why the Conclave members seem so suspicious. The entire festival is put on by the guild, so it's odd that they seem displeased.
Clermar: "Comin right up." The busy woman says as she rushes off to get your drink. When she returns she passes it to you and says "6 copper."
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Ospos looked back and forth between the crew setting up and the Conclave members looking suspicious. His curiosity piqued, he decided his performance could be postponed a little bit to observe the outcome. Looking for a good vantage point to watch, Ospos spied an empty chair next to a High Elf and walked over to Liafal, "Something interesting is about to happen and I'm looking for a good place to watch. Mind if I take the chair?" Without waiting, Ospos climbed up, made himself comfortable and looked over to Liafal, "So, you look like a bookish sort. Those Conclave members over there are eyeing that troupe setting up rather suspiciously. What do you now about the Conclave?"
Liafel: (please give me a history check)
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Liafel: You turn to look at the Conclave members as the stranger points them out to you. Indeed they seem to be eyeing the performers, less as spectators and more like a teacher watching an unruly student, waiting for them to misbehave. This makes sense to you, as you know that Conjuration magic is highly regulated by the Conclave. Summoning objects and creatures is difficult due to the Riftlock. The beckoned creatures tend to be plucked from other places on the material plane instead of other realms, which can be an issue for various reasons. When a mage does manage to pull something across the lock, the results are always unpredictable.
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Continuing to keep an eye on both Silas's troupe and the Conclave group, Ospos nods as Liafial speaks. "So the Conclave are worried this show can be dangerous? Now I'm really curious! Hope they get on with this soon, I have my own show to put on. Name is Ospos, I am a performer too. You should come check me out later at the corner of Accorn Avenue and Ups Street." Checking to make sure his hat was properly set on his head, Ospos flashed a big smile, "Ahh, you have a sense for fashion! This is a true statement and cost me a pretty penny."
Clermar produces six copper from his coin purse before tucking it away. "I grew up in the city as well" He looks Nean over briefly thinking he is the type of person he'd usually be chasing after. "I'm enjoying the festival, but I'm looking for new work. Not sure what to do though.
"I guess we simply never had the chance to meet each other then. If it is working you're interested in, our interests may differ but i doubt you'll be looking for long." Nean than eyes up their furr-wearing table guest who seemes to be busy dealing with his hangover. "And what about you, master dwarf? What fatefull encounter made you drown yourself this deep in ale? If you too are looking for work i can assure you, you just found yourself two washed ups that would surely love to benefit from your fashion advice and be styled according to your design." He shows off a big grin before he takes a quick look outside and then, scanning through the crowd, again adresses his table mates. "Or we might as well take a seat or, preferably, a stand outside. Seems like theres a troup willing to do some conjuring. You never know if they'll fail miserably or whether they actually know what they're doin."
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Bram leans out to be included in the conversation with the next table over,
"Yes, we could have a really entertaining show on our hands, if we're lucky"
Bram again cast Silent Image, but this time the small illusion of the devil like creature is standing before a smaller humanoid, not unlike the performers setting up on stage. the creatures look at each other for a moment before the devil grabs the humanoid and causes them to burst into flame and turn to ash. the illusions then fade away again.
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After another few minutes, a member of the group steps up to the stage. The tiefling woman looks stoic for a moment, before spinning around with a flourish. An arm raises up, and a bonfire manifests next to her, nestled in a brazier that had been placed on the stage. Another spin, blue robes flowing with the movement, and another bonfire appears, in a matching brazier. The show seems to have started, as people clap for the display. "Magic is thought to be a gift of the gods. No school shows this clearer than conjuration, the ability to pull real, physical matter from the farthest reaches of the multiverse. We have studied these ancient arts, to present to you a glorious display of arcane might. Please, raise your applause for Silas' Superior Summoning Show!" The woman raises her hands, a a beautiful shower of fragrant flower blossoms appears above her, scattering in the wind across the stage and the front row of the audience.
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Bram waves to the others as Dril introduces him.
When Dril asks about Brams use of illusion magic, Bram just shrugs,
"Its one of the few magical spells I know. I use it frequently when I am preforming, to wow the crowds. Its become second nature to me now."
As the tiefling walks up on to stage, Bram quiets down and watches what he hopes will be an 'interesting' show.
As the tiefling asks for applause and the blossoms scatter, Bram claps loudly with a broad smile on his face,
"Wooo!, Yeeaah!, Go Silas! Summon that physical matter!"
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Looking at Dril, Ospos answers, "I was born and raised here. Never been outside of the city." Then with a slightly alarmed look, he scans Bram up and down and tentatively asks, "You perform? Are you a graduate of the College of Bards?"
Bram turns to Ospos,
"Ahhh, well....depends who's asking. Are you a member? You're not a plain cloths city guard are you?"
Bram looks a little nervous.
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"Sounds like a show would be fun. I never bothered with magic. I don't think I'd be any good at it if I bothered neither." Clermar walks outside and takes a seat at a table with an empty seat for his new elven acquaintance. He politely claps as the tiefling begins the show.
He hears the the phrase 'plain cloths city guard' and instinctively whips his head toward its origin. He sees the nervous human talking with a halfling. He focuses back on the show and takes a drink. Not my problem anymore he thinks.
With a last look at the dwarf who remains at the table, motionless, Nean decides to grab his wine and follow the newly met companion outside the Tavern. Before taking a seat, however, he pauses for a moment, his arms resting on the back of the chair, and examines the crowd that had gathered in front of the Red Gallows, mainly to see if there are any familiar faces he would recognize.
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