Dark Mages and Wise Sages - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
12/4/476
Log
At the pre-assigned meeting place, a tower out in the middle of the woods, stands a robed figure who is speaking and gesturing at a rather round beaver. "So why am I needed, to escort this magical genius out of his abode and to the city?" the robed figure asks, their tone implying their lack of interest in being here. The beaver remains silent, looking back to the tower once or twice, a stoic manner about them as they await more arrivals. The wind blows by, only occasionally broken by irritated sounds from the less robust of the two.
Ictus saunters up the path to the tower and nods to the two that are already here, "Hello, you called for escorts?" he looks around curiously as he waits for the others to arrive
Lidiya pot
Daniel had heard of this as he usually does, listening around on the streets. While he found this method as shadey, it certainly helped him learn about some pretty important things, so he really couldn't complain. He arrives just a few paces behind Ictus, glancing around and bowing politely to the group already formed. "Good day."
Lidiya walks up with a pole slung over her shoulders, a long pair of chains and spiked balls at the end hanging from one side. As they swing, they occasionally clink against her armor, which is the source of the only noise she makes. Stopping before the gathered folk, she tilts her head and waves.
The beaver looks to the approaching folks and offers a polite bow, ignoring the huff from the robed figure, and gestures to the tower. "Ah yes hello. This seems enough. As you probably know you are here to retrieve Bartril Trux, and escort him safely to firmament. We would normally wait patiently for his arrival, as he is a busy and bright mind, but it has been a month since our request for a meeting was sent out, and... lately there has been more interest than ours in the individual. Some ah... unruley sorts. If you don't mind, would you scale the interesting tower behind me and retrieve our genius for escort?" The robed figure adjusts their robe, sighing and saying "I see, you may leave this matter to me, I see no need for all of these... kind folk... to have to aid in this matter."
Daniel glances up at the tower as the beaver speaks of it, wondering why anyone would live in one. It must be awfully difficult getting out of that thing, no wonder he needs help. With the beaver's gestures however, a bead of nervous sweat breaks as his face takes on a somewhat more nervous one. "Oh... um. Yeah, it's why I'm here, I'm not one to leave anyone without help, so I'll be tagging along with. Um... him?" He motions slightly towards the robed figure, not entirely sure what to identify them as.
Lidiya leans against her polearm and watches the flail swing a few times. Then she gets a lazy look about her and watches the three figures from behind her mask. Adjusting her weight against the haft, she then looks up the tower and shrugs
The beaver says "Great!" in as chipper a manner as he can, seemingly happy not to be going up into the tower at all. He steps away from the door and waves for the folks to go on inside. "I'll wait out here and make sure no unruley types head on inside." The robed figure groans and looks at Lidiya then fixes his eyes on Daniel. "Fine, I could use an assistant." he remarks as he enters the barely lit doorway. He stands inside looking around for a few seconds, his species becoming more visible as the hawks hood falls backwards, the face it once covered slightly twisted in a mix of disgust and interest.
Daniel lets his observent little eyes peer around, taking in all the details he could. In his journey from his hometown for Firament, he'd faced many trials, and knew that taking in the scenery could help quite a bit with several things. But as he stepped in passed the rather unnerving doorway, he found that it was rather... dark. He wouldn't be able to see much like this, he needed a light source of sorts. With a little focus, he summons a flame to help light the way. Gosh, this could be taxing, he needed to keep his focus.
Lidiya looks at the figure quietly for a moment as she passes, maybe contemplating on dragging him along just in case. Instead, she slips into the tower proper, leaving the tall flail by the door, propped in a way to keep the door wedged open while reaching for a smaller hammer on her belt. She ignores the walls for no other than a quick, initial look.
The beaver makes a few gestures and gives a look that suggests he won't be going anywhere near the inside. The hawk looks back to Daniel and grins. "Oh, a mage. I think we'll get along just fine if you're open minded..." he says as he shifts his gaze from the walls and to the room in front of them. At the end of the room are some stairs, which spiral up along the wall. All throughout the room are various trinkets laid out on tables, and surrounding the doorways are two suits of armor, posed as though they were martial artists. The hawk pays them no mind, causally pushing into the room, eying but not touching the tables. "It looks like we proceed upward." he says in passing, stopping to observe a curious clear hoop of glass with a spiraling liquid inside of it.
Daniel gives a bit of a nod, keeping his main focus on the flame dancing between his hands. He didn't need to burn himself, and he didn't need to accidentally put it out. "I see no reason to push away other people's ideals, they often help me in some way." A small gust of air from the door flickers the flame slightly, but he keeps his cool and manages to keep the flame burning as he follows after the hawk. "This place has... interesting decor. Not what I'd decorate my own room with but... still neat."
Lidiya looks at the posed armor. Stopping before it, she begins to mimic one of the poses, then shakes her head and shrugs before continuing on. She twirls her finger at the comment about liking the decor, finding it a bit trashy herself. Or tacky, maybe tacky was the right word. She slows down a bit as she thinks on it
The hawk glances at the two and shakes his head. He's not even positive Lidiya has spoken, but he does find her amusing. "It is... eccentric, but... I would rather something more tasteful." he says as he picks up a couple of the trinkets on the table. He examines them in great length, twisting and turning it in his hand. He does nothing to damage or activiate any of the mechanisms or math, before he sets them down. "Let us proceed upstairs, we have a job to accomplish."
He gestures the two onward and proceeds to climb the spiraling stairs in a swift manner.
Daniel nods at the hawk's words as he follows up the stairs. "I agree, we're supposed to be escorting someone, not taking him rug shopping." He shakes his head just a bit, hands still making sure to keep that flame safe and lit.
Lidiya jerks her thumb up as she heads towards the stairwell, keeping her fingers along one wall while she watches the others quietly. She doesn't comment on Daniel's jokse about rug shopping though
The walls are cold and firm to Lidiya's touch, the occasional rough patch breaking the smooth procession of fingers. "Rug shopping? Perhaps house shopping may be more appropriate, only a loner would wish to dwell so far from the city in a hard to access place." the hawk says as he proceeds up the stairs, waving the two after him. The decor doesn't improve much upstairs. Everything is etched in math, the stairway opening into a well furnished room. The ladder on the opposite wall apperas to be the way up and down from the next room and this. Seats and tables, tapestrys and murels, the walls are coated with fine works all etched with mathmatical symbols. The only ways through the room appear to be between a procession of lamps and a table, and along one wall skirting a tapestry.
