Mayhem with Moliandru - RPLOG
Participants
Date
2/10/475
Log
A notable crowd is starting to build in one of the larger squares in the Academy district. The crowd itself is in a rough half-circle around a disturbingly ornate stagecouch. The stagecoach is covered in a variety of garish colors and complete with various dangling odds and ends most of them shiny and reflective some even colored to look like jewels (though anyone with any appraise would note they aren't expensive but rather reasonable fakes). Moving around the front of the crowd is a young otter girl (think teens) in clothes that seem nice enough but well worn as he calls out, "Come one, come all, watch the Magnificent Moliandru. Master Magus and wielder of the lost arts. See him reveal secrets of the creators long thought lost but uncovered through his majestic research. We'll be starting soon. Don't worry we have some places up at the front for sitting yours for only five crowns! Come on, hurry up, find your spots. And if you need food thanks to our sponsors Osker Mryes over at the corner has some fantastic mysterioso meat!"
Mazurek is one of those who has come, attracted by the town crier-like ambience while he was wandering the market for things. The dragon takes a seat at the front, paying the fee that is asked for if they really do come and get it.
Walden the Armadillo is tall enough that he seems content to stand behind some of the smaller folk up front. "This looks like it could be fun," he states with a jovial smile and attitude.
Rogna approaches the coach and views it curiously. Lost arts are an overstatement, there are so few thing that mages are willing not to document and record. "Hello there. So what do you have here then? This is quite a claim." he says to the otter giri, looking over the coach once more.
Zevran approaches the crowd, drawn by the commotion. He approaches the coach, his attention focused on the garish colors. He eyes the baubles before turning away and finding a spot to stand in the crowd, making sure that he isn't blocking the view of smaller folk. The spot he chooses happens to be close to Walden.
Violet is looking for one of her friends and gets bundled in with the crowd, but no one can say the little white fennec isn't game for fun. She sneaks up to the front of the crowd, trying to get a peek at things.
Ryusho would wander up, only drawn by the comusion and his curriosity, as he had no clue what was going on actually as he seems to be wondering what is going on overall
The young otter girl gets a few takers on seats at the front and mystically makes some cash disappear. There's a sudden crackle in the air and a serious of noises begin coming from inside the stage coach. Snap, Crackle, Pop, Fizzle, and a variety of others not so easily identified. The otter girl surveys the crowd and then nods, "Here we go people! I think the Masterful Moliandru is ready to make his appearance! Please clap and put your hands together. Let's see if he'll come out and grace us with his hard earned wisdom." She begins clapping and nudging those nearest at hand to do so. When enough of the nearby crowd is clapping there's a sudden WHOOSH!
Suddenly a large flame circle goes up in the area cleared between the crowd and the stagecoach the flame rising about ten feet in the air and when it drifts away there is a large hooded figure in front of the stagecoach seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. The figure's face is hidden by the cowl of their robe but they wield an ornate staff that appears to have a generic skull at the top. The staff is raised up and slammed into the ground along with a loud, "GREETINGS STUDENTS!"
Ryusho quirks his brow a bit, students? ...This seems to be a bit of a show, or traveling sales and show or something but he is still currious as he stands, though a bit towards the back of the crowd if possible because he doesn't want to be in the way with his large form as he looks on curriously
Zero, hearing the commotion, goes towards the source.
Mazurek gets caught up in the activities and ends up being one of those who clap and cheer. He is, himself, ten feet tall, yet down to about six while sitting. WIth the flame rising he doesn't even flinch, and he breaks out into a rather big grin when the entire crowd is called the newcomer's students...or was it students in general? He's been studing the magical arts lately, yet he still has the build of a fighter.
Walden's eyes go wide at the whoosh of flames. "Whoaaa!" he exclaims with a grin, applauding excitedly along with the crowd. "That was awesome! And a little scary too," he adds with a chuckle, quivering in anticipation.
Zevran watches curiously as the figure appears from the flames. Sure, it was flashy, but did it really do anything? He was still looking foward to seeing what the hooded figure would show the crowd, and his interest was piqued even more when the figure referred to the crowd as students.
Violet is near the front line, but not one of those who are crazy enough to pay. Hah. Suckers. She's slipping in between people, though to look, sneaky little crazy vixen.
The Mystical Moliandru smiles and walks towards the audience he starts towards the audience moving about half the distance towards him. He lifts his hand and as if on cue his cowl falls back revealing an older looking ferret with portions of the fur around his eye missing. It gives him a rather jarring look. He smiles widely at the audience, "Today I shall share with you secrets of the mystic... arts." As he does so there's a light popping and a series of fires though these one's blue start and remain seeming to sustane. The blue flames flicker eerily but illuminate the front area. Slowly the apparent mage moves along, "You see, I studied many years searching the bowls of the earth for lost knowledge. And today I return to public to share what has been hidden from you!"
The man focuses on one of those in front perhaps Mazurek since he's pretty easy note, "Many have seen elementals of varying power and degree. But you see I have uncovered an elemental unlike any other. Mixing the many elements but stable! Able to control flame, earth, air and water. You wish it to cross water? It can. Fly? It can. Burn? It can! Move things? It can! All this can be yours for a few short payments." He waits there with a large smile, "Don't trust me yet? Just wait! A demonstration!" He moves to the side and suddenly there is a circle with a pentagram and what's more? Of course, it's on fire!"
Walden finally offers a friendly nod in greeting to Zevran. "Hi, been a while," he says with a chuckle. He curiously listens to what this magician has to say about his elemental, and he frowns a little when it's starting to look more like a marketing ploy than entertainment. The armadillo crosses his arms and tilts his head slightly, gazing at the blue flames. "...Neat. Hmm. I like that."
Mazurek is still cheering on with the crowd, and he actually spreads his wings with a broad grin when he is apparently chosen out of those from the crowd. That smile fades, though, when he watches the new flames appear and work their magics. He glances at the 'summoner' and states simply, "I can burn things, fly, and a good portion of all that stuff." He launches a burst of dragon flame-breath up into the sky.
