Mayhem with Moliandru - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
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.
The robed figure raises both hands along with the staff and begins mumbling various jibberish. It sounds like numbers, language, who knows. The staff waving back and forth. Hands lowering and then rising and suddenly there's something... rising. It looks like something rising from the ground. But the colors are a mix, green, grown, red, blue. It seems to vacillate between liquid, solid, and other. The 'mage' raises his voice, "Rise.... RISE...R-I-S-E! Behold MY POWER!" He lifts his hands again and the creature seems to rise to a normal height like a normal elemental. The colors and various elements seem to churn within it and there's a sudden silence.
In this silence there's another arrival the sound of footsteps charging into the area. Someone bearing the armor and bearing of an officer of the Sweetwater law enforcement shows up and points an arm at the performer shouting, "HALT! CHARLATAN!" The ferret turns his head then and blinks, "Buh wha? OH.. shadows...OH shadows!" As his concentration breaks the 'elemental' bursts apart suddenly clumps of dirt and fire fly in every direction. Everyone in the front row? Soaked, as the elemental seems to have mostly been water. Unfortunately in the other direction goes earth and fire. The fire landing on the stage goach where it sizzles for a moment. The earth bowls the ferret over and buries him under it with a loud shriek of indignation.
Rogna watches the mage curiously, analyzing the actions curiously. His magics are not of fire, but of the darkness, and he's curious to this mans abilities. "So, tell me, what do you know of dark mathematics then?" he queiries, willing to test this mans mastery. A showoff indeed but certainly not talented. He watches the scene unfold as he asks and watches the ferret for explanation.
Gl'Amour skips into the district.
Violet isn't soaked, but that guy in front of her? Totally splattered. She giggles softly and peeks out from behind someone else, ears flicking this way and that. THen she darts off to one side, weaving in and out of people to get a look at the mage and the enforcer. For now, she's observing.
Gl'Amour activates her ring of flight and departs.
Mazurek rises to his feet the moment the coach lands on the stagecoach. He is not taking any chances with the thing catching fire and he takes another breath and lets loose with a blast of cold right over it. He ignores the commotion that is starting up at the present time, focusing more on what he's doing. He, himself, doesn't seem to care about being soaked.
Zevran watches the mage's performance, very curious as he sees the elemental of fused elements rise. However, he is distracted by the arrival of the officer and when he looks back, the elemental has been undone. He starts to move up to the front of the crowd to get a better view of what is going on, attempting to move through the crowd without disturbing too many people in his way.
Walden keeps his arms crossed and shakes his head. He glances at the stage coach, perhaps wondering if it's going to ignite fully. "Well... he's certainly losing style points," the armadillo mutters. "Not much of a good show when the whole thing falls apart this easily."
The newly arrived lawman appears to be equine of some form and approaches the mud soaked ferret. He looks to Rogna to offer, "My Lord he knows nothing of such things. He's purely a charlatan who has been suckering people for money through the smaller towns. He thought he could get away from us in the city but I cought wind of it luckily. All show and parlor tricks." The robed-ferret looks mostly bedraggled, "This is an outrage! nonsense. I simply wasn't allowed to complete the ritual."
Even as things seem to be calmed down there's a slight -pop- from the fire sizzling on the stagecoach and then a slight squeak from inside the stagecoach. The young otter who was preparing the audience comes running from the stagecoach, "Everyone run!" She gets a few feet and then ducks underneath the stream of cold that Mazurek sends at the stagecoach. The blast of cold catches all the pieces of burning stagecoach that are headed towards the crowd. On the downside fiery bits still get blown behind the cleared circle towards the inn behind it which begins to burn. Thankfully no one is burned in the crowd, though they do still begin screaming and scattering in each direction with cries of fear.
Ryusho is a bit supprised, and baffled as he blinks and motions, "THE INN!" he calls out, trying to motion, "MAZUREK! The INN!" he calls out, Trying to point it out, as he shifts, and is trying to figure out how he could help, though he -doesn't- have a wide array of magical skills at this time
Violet is not one of those scattering. She's creeping closer to try and see what was in the coach to cause such a big 'splosion and to cause the otter to freak out so much.
Mazurek finishes with dousing the flames on the stagecoach and then turns toward the ferret, heading over to him for an attempt to grab him and hoist him into the air. He is intending to keep the Ferret from escaping and hold him out at arm's length. His job with putting the fire out from the stagecoach, he turns his attention then to the Stallion, "He is indeed no summoner. What everyone saw was a fake." He notes the Inn now caught fire and shouts right back to Ryusho, "THEN PUT IT OUT WITH YOUR ICE BREATH!" Silly Tegu doesn't realize he has all the elements at his disposal apparently.
Rogna shakes his head. "I see." he says as he looks to the otter, having taken moderate cover. "You should not dabble in arts you do not understand, exceeding ones skills is bound to backfire, you would not handle a sword if you were certain you could lop your arm off would you? You begin with practice." he offers. The otter is already in trouble, the least he can do is offer advice for reform. He looks over his surroundings and tries to decide what to do about this, guiding people away from danger as he can.
Walden got his answer. It wasn't quite what he was expecting. "Oh snap!" he curses and moves for cover as it's called. He stares at the inn wide-eyed, trembling. "Oh noooo," he laments, unsure how he could help. He hears a bit of the conversation about the magician; he adds to it: "Fake is good if it's just supposed to be performance. But this, uh, this is... this isn't right."
Ryusho glares at maz, "I don't PRACTICE that! I have practiced -FIre- Breath, but -not- Ice breath!" is his -simple- reply, thats why
Zevran stands still as the crowd scatters around him while he was trying to make his way through it. Instead, he attempts to direct the panickers nearest him away from the burning inn. He did not know too much about any type of magic other than Dark Magic, so he focused his energy on the task of helping the panicking crowd instead of trying to figure out what went wrong with the coach.
The captured ferret squeaks, "That's not my fault! It was almost completed." He gets shook and then there's a rush of air. The equine cop lets out a grunt of pain as the rush of wind slices him and forces him to drop the Ferret who begins bolting away trying to dart past Walden and Violet. Meanwhile the fire is spreading quickly to the inn. Unfortunately the wind excites it and gets a relatively heavy fire going on the building as people begin running out some colliding with the panicked crowd. Injuries begin to ensue. The equine guard suggests, "Well water magics if you have or get a bucket line going! And someone grab that damn ferret." He says as he rubs his hand from where the wind sliced him.
Violet is up on her feet, shooting after the ferret with all the speed of a tiny little rogue who is a bundle of energy regardless the situation. She squeaks, a little sound of excitement and pleasure in the chase as she heads after the ferret.
Rogna scowls and begins to conjure his dark magics, castinig a spell upon the ferret to weaken his constitution (tainted vitality). He then begins to take off after him, using his knowledge of the city and sports to his advantage in the chase.
Ryusho would, being closer to the back of the crowd, though large, would be using his size to begin trying to move to intercept the ferret as well, though he is not a light or extremely agile being, he is large, and can use his size to carry him at a decent pace....
Walden hardly needs an invitation to participate. "Oh no you don't!" he shouts and jumps after the mad ferret as he's coming hear himself and Violet. "Stop, you!"
Mazurek is not about to let the ferret get away after having been captured by him only for the idiot horse to drop him. There is a definitive snort and a brief cloud of smoke erupting from his nostrils. He has a much larger stride than most of the others and he assists in his own way by launching into the air for a better chance. Ice breath is used on the ground in front of the fleeing target, seeking to make him fall or crash into something. The inn's fire is ignored for now.
Zevran notices the burning inn and hears screaming inside over the panic of the crowd. He rushes towards the inn, gently moving folk out of his way as he gets closer to the door. He takes a deep breath before entering the flaming building, and plunges inside. His eyes are burning from the smoke, and visibility is low, but he makes out a large shape and two smaller, crying shapes trapped in the corner. It seems as if they will soon be surrounded by flames. He rushes towards them through the smoke, but a flaming, wooden support beam crashes down as he nears them, separating him from the shapes. He uses his reserves of strength and tosses the beam out of the way before picking up the beings that he still cannot clearly see. He makes his way towards the door quickly as he feels his lungs starting to ache from holding his breath. He emerges from the building while carrying a mother and her two crying children. He takes them a safe distance away from the burning building and panicking crowd before setting them down and taking another deep lungful of air.
The Ferret barrels forward and lets out a sound as ice appears in front of it. That isn't enough to drop him. It's a dexterous critter. However the others are more so. Rogna and Violet are both in reach of him and can decide how they want to bring him down. While Walden is right on the ferret's heel Vi and Rogna cut in front of him. The ferret blinks and is trapped and on the ice and thusly thumps into Rogna and falls onto the ice. He glances around the trio and then tries to grasp Rogna's leg, "MERCY M'LORD!" It cries.
Meanwhile the Inn continues to catch on fire the roof burning rather decently now. However fewer and fewer people are coming out Thanks in aprt to Zevran's example which causes more people to go in and help others out. General cries of pain and anguish come from people who have fallen and other than a few bystandards with first aid skills are left mostly to their pain only haphazardly dragged away from the fire... in short chaos.
Ryusho grunts as he comes to a stop, glancing back and forth, as he turns, deciding to turn and begin charging for the inn and get -inside- because he won't feel the flames, he can go and get in there, and use his body to help get others out...even though his clothing might suffer unlike the rest of him
Violet leaps after the ferret, even over the ice and pounces him, sitting on the weasel with a frown on her expressive face. "Rotten jerk. Taking advantage of people. And look at the Inn! Shame on you." He isn't getting away again.
Mazurek drops to the ground after his minute of flight has expired, landing on his feet close to the others who have cornered the ferret. He growls while glaring at the mustelid (sp?) yet he leaves it up to the others on what to do with him.
Walden comes to a stop as others manage to bring down the particularly irresponsible ferret. "Good... good. Now I can go help out," he says. He starts rushing toward the inn and slips off his backpack, rummaging through it as he runs to get his medical kit out. "Alright, I can help treat the hurt!" The armadillo starts looking people over, doing what he can for them.
Rogna restrains the ferret tight enough that they cannot escapee but loose enough that they are not hurt. "I believe you are accountable for this mess, is there nothing you can do to quell the flames?" he asks quickly.
Violet goes looking around for things to tie up said ferret so she can leave him to Rogna and help with the fire. She's making little growling sounds under her breath. "Selfish, rotten old ferret. Now your home is on fire and many other people's as well."
The ferret blinks for a moment, "What? OH! THE INN!" He says as if just noticing this and considers for a moment brow furrowing murmuring something from a seated position and wiggling fingers. There's a shimmer in what was once a performance area and then an elemental forms up one hand passing over various nearby objects filling them with water and then the elemental is rushing to the inn and begins to pour itself against the fire. Much of the area is suddenly full filled with steam. As it clears the fire can still be seen but it's maybe a fourth of the size it was previously and seems mostly contained.
Meanwhile some organization seems to form in the chaos Walden's work healing people draws attention. More people drag their injured friends towards him and a small little triage area begins forming with people calling him over to help their friends.
Ryusho had, also, meanwhile, gone -through - the door and was actually beginning to work to try to search the inn and try to find anyone, especaily those in more iminnent danger so he could get them out first...
Zevran glances around as the chaos starts to become more organized and watches as the elemental causes the fire to shrink. "Help me put the rest of this fire out. We need a bucket line. Hurry!" He orders loudly to the folk who are close to him. The assorted folk stop panicking long enough to understand him and nod, forming a line from the inn to the items that the water elemental had filled. They pass the items down the line to Zevran, who tosses them onto the remaining fire until they run out of items and water.
With the Ferret obviously under the control of the others, Maz finally decides to go ahead and join in with the dousing of the fire at the Inn. He enters the burning structure and works at putting the flames out in a more direct manner, launching several breaths of water over the flames. So as not to inhale the smoke in the process he drops to all fours during each inhale.
Rogna escorts the ferret to the guardsman, looking to the extinguishing flames and frowning. "I hope no one was seriously injured by your actions." he says.
Violet turns the ferret over to Rogna and hits the bucket brigade, trying to help out out the flames. She is a bundle of untamed energy, eagerly slinging bucket of water back and forth.
Walden looks around at the other people approaching him, and he shakes his head, calling out as he works, "Alright, alright, need folks. Unconscious over here," he says as he gestures, "serious wounds here, minor burns and such here." He rubs his forehead and lets out a little sigh, nodding his thanks to anyone helping out. "Glad I'm not all alone at least," he mutters with a smirk and gets to work, making sure at the very least people are breathing.
It takes some time but Zevran while perhaps not being a traditional leader is able to encourage enough people to get into line that more water is tossed and slowly the fire retreats. Ryusho is able to go in and manages to find the last few straggles, a good number of them are no longer on fire, in fact they're drenched! Still they're only a few steps out of the building when the far corner collapses spewing dust. Even as it does go down the last of the fire sputters and dies under the onslaught of Zevran's bucket line with help from some others like Vi. The Law officer accepts the ferret and quickly cuffs him watching the damage to the inn, "I'm sure he will be tried heavily for this." The ferret looks duly ashamed at the damage especially as people glare at him.
Ryusho would do his best to help, though once he has helped and made sure to not find anyone in the rubble, he would begin to help try to aid those who are injured as best as possible as well
Mazurek emerges from the Inn after everyone else has done so, though in his case he does so by leaping from one of the windows on an upper floor and gliding to the ground. Seems he was somewhat concerned over the partial collapse of the structure.
Walden offers a smile and nod to Ryusho. "Oh, thanks for helping," he says to him. "I'm not used to dealing with emergencies of this scale. Every little bit helps." He goes to pat him on the back encouragingly and gets back to work. Despite the stress, he seems like he might actually be enjoying himself.
Slowly the chaos disperses, most people having abondoned the area while others are found by friends and families and taken from Doc Walden's care. With Ryusho assisting it goes by quicker and the worst cases are identified and sent to real healers while the rest are handled and given recommendations. No one sees too permanently injured, a few burns, and quite a bit of smoke inhalations. A few hang around thanking the various helpful heroes including some younger and older ones who raise hands and point at the dragon gliding about. One particular family including a mother badger continue to swoon over Zevran with the children already calling him uncle and talking about how he saved them from the burning building. The ferret is clapped in chains and led away.
...An hour later an otter girl climbs out from underneath some mud, slips into the remains of the stagecoach and withdraws a bag of clinking crowns and slips off into the night.
