Fable - Ask Cultures of Elbion (College)

[Thadd]

"hm? Oh! right. a coin please." Thadd added to the poor horrified woman.
Despite her obvious displeasure the charms of Thadd's oblivious grin must have won her over.
She fished around in her purse (using the hand not currently covered in brie) and followed the example of the other customer plinking it into the jar.

Thadd nodded along with the gentleman's compliment. He had thought Pomrick savy as well! Aside from the whole falling asleep bit, Pomrick had seemed very onto of that complicated class they had both sat in on. He couldn't blame the guy for falling asleep with all those complicated words flying about.
Perhaps falling asleep was a bit of an epidemic at the college, Nil seemed to fall asleep all the time these days. He watched Pomrick search around for something, then look his way.

Thadd handed the knife to Pomrick with the eager movements of someone brimming with a desire to be helpful. He really wasn't all that good at coming up with ways to do that so he jumped at the chance whenever directly asked.

He watched Pomrick as if ready to learn a little something about the cheese himself.

In-between curious patron's he snuck in a bit of conversation "I didn't know you were from Oban?"
Pomrick Bloomsfield

 

[Nilamani]

Nilamani offered an amused smile at the Twin's differing reactions. There were certainly a few students they had met that were very personable, but these two seemed especially friendly.
It was a bit of a breath of fresh air in a way.
"I'm told both the bitter and the sweet are made from the same powder. If you can get your hands on it, such a trick might be easy to conjure up." Though they were a luxury the sweets did seem a touch ordinary in the shadow of the college. Though perhaps it was best not to mix magic and food. Not many of the wizards at the college seemed fond of doing so, so perhaps there was some unpleasant side effects to doing so.

"Learning hm...." Nilamani replied in thought as they cast their eyes about the festivities again.
They could of course just eat their way through the booths. The serpent was not opposed to that idea. They were far from a picky eater and a bit curious about what others had on offer as well.
They of course glanced across the way to the Oban booth. Nilamani knew that there might be little in way of education to be had there. Seeing as neither were from Oban, and they had a sneaking suspicion that neither were particularly well informed on cheeses, Obanian or otherwise.
"We could stop in to see how the lads are doing?"

Their eyes traveled further along the booths toward something glinting.
"Elsewise, that booth from Falwood seems to have a game and some rather fetching little plants."
Two booths decorated in foliage and greens like the forest was just close enough to make out. One lined up with small potted plants and vases with exotic flowers, another next to it had a large wooden tank set out. Festival goers were paying for the chance to attempt to 'fish' small glittery enchantments in the shape of goldfish from the water. It seemed if you won they would provide a small jar to keep your 'fish' in.

Elyon and Eshara

 

[Pomrick Bloomsfield]

In-between curious patron's he snuck in a bit of conversation "I didn't know you were from Oban?"

"Erh, no, I'm not, really -- I'm from here. Didn't I tell you?"

"I don't believe I asked you that, young lad," the customer said, mistaking his answer for something he said to him.

"No, uh, I meant . . . nevermind. Here." Distracted from having two conversations at once, Pomrick took the knife and cut into his inkpot instead. As the container had already suffered a bit of a battering, his touch was enough to splinter it. Crack. "Goodness!" the man cried as Pomrick flustered and worked to correct his mistake, swiping away broken pieces of glass with the knife. He turned and near knocked over the table with his hip, seeking to cut a slice of cheese instead. The man's uproarious laughter only frazzled him further, as he cut out a slice for the man and placed it on his wooden tray. The man promptly wolfed it down, somewhat at odds with his gentlemanly exterior, hardly chewing.

"Well would you l--"

The man's eyes suddenly bulged. His hand gripped his own throat. His cheeks puffed out wildly, blooming red.

Pomrick stared down at his knife and where he had sliced the cheese. Bits of chunky glass remained on the knife, somehow. And the cheese.

Putting two and two together, the apprentice identified the problem. Cheese wasn't the only thing he had consumed. Alas, the man had swallowed bits of Pomrick's broken inkpot, ending on his knife and cheese.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no . . .

While Pomrick panicked, the man staggered forward, crashing into one pole of the tent. Its awning collapsed down on top of them, blinding Thadd and Pomrick both, all while the man turned into a kicking sprawl on the ground. Cheese scattered. Students and guests cried. The man gurgled.

Thadd
Lucien Valtiere

 

[Thadd]

Thad meanwhile had served another handful of cheese to a red faced stammering girl. She was speaking so quietly that he had to ask her to speak up nearly three times, by which point she had thrown a coin on the table and ran.
He waved after her as he belatedly noted Pomrick's reply. As he turned as if to continue their idle chatter only to see the patron his fellow booth worker had been serving appeared to be choking!
He stood intending to...do something! Then the lights went out. No that couldn't be right it was midday.
After a belated moment he realized fabric of the awning was suddenly draped on himself.
Thadd waved his arms in an attempt to move it, the fabric tangling about his arms and snapping the other support tools. After another moment or two of wrestling with his cloth foe Thadd emerged victorious.
He discarded the broken heap somewhere behind the booth.

The choking man was still sprawled kicking on the cobbles. Thadd hopped over the booth table and then....tried to remember what you were supposed to do in these situations. He wasn't all that good with healing magic....or any magic not involving fists really.
He clapped his hands together with a brilliant thought, whatever it was just needed to get knocked out right?
The hamlick maneuver or whatever.
Only he didn't remember it too well.
Thadd reached down to flip the man over "Don't worry, sir! I'll help you!"
Then he brought the side of his fist down hard on the man's stomach in the same way one might thump a table to perform a coin trick.
Several bloody chunks of...something! were spit forth into the air and the man did seem to be gasping now, but he was still making a lot of gurgling noises. Thadd scratched his head not sure if he should try again.
The still choking man had rolled onto his side and was clutching his stomach and lower ribs with a pained expression.
That must be some powerful cheese.

Pomrick Bloomsfield
Lucien Valtiere

 

[Arte Astatre]

Carriages passing one by one, stopping and going, dropping off supplies and people. Elbion, a Merchant City and an endless wealth of knowledge for magical research. The very College of Elbion was the destination for this Feline. He hopped off one of the carriages, some people commenting on never seeing anyone with his appearance. Some commenting that he must be a child, but others assuming he was some kind of noble. All was wrong.

He was just a beastkin that knew what he loved and that was Magic. As he approached the College moving in with the crowds. A single coin he pulled from his pocket and began flicking it up and around in his paw. The bright purple eyes, piercing through as he looked at all people and stalls.

"My my, quite the event. It would seem this must be an event for the various people here. Humans, Elves, Beasts, and such... It will no doubt be interesting." He utters to himself as he proceeds onward, deciding to flip his coin to choose as direction. "Heads, seems I am going westward." He spoke out as he proceeded onwards to the western part of the academy.

"Chesses from Oban. The scent isn't too good, but they say the worse the stink, the better the flavor. Perhaps I should sample a bit." He would say bringing a finger up to his mouth and a sly grin slowly appearing as he proceeded forward. His eyes still scanning around to look at the different people.


OOC: (Am new and never really used a Forum for RP like this so working on it as we go.)

 

[Uldyr]

Uldyr made his way through the crowd toward the assigned location. It was not too difficult, as students generally parted ways for the 'anti' among them.

Then he heard a gasp from the crowd that very nearly harmonized between it's vocalists.

Uldyr ran towards the source, pushing and shoving his way through the students who hadn't noticed him coming. He arrived to see the Oban tent crashed to the ground, cheese strewn about. A male student was rolling on the ground gurgling and trying to breath. Atop him was an uncharacteristically muscular blonde smashing at his chest.

"Kriffing festivals." Uldyr cursed. He pulled out a twig that appeared to grow with a scarlet bark and snapped it, throwing it on the ground. Light beamed upwards into the sky at their location. It was a signal that Uldyr needed a medic, and to establish a permiter. Uldyr knew healer response time could be as great as twelve minutes, but hopefully Sarge had somebody stationed nearby.


"Off of him!" Uldyr commanded to Thadd , and gave him a good shove. He opened a satchel at his side that held trio of potion bottles. He wasn't really a healer, but he was given a couple potions to try and stabilize common injuries before the professionals cam. He looked at the trio of bottles.

Red was "Heal cuts and bruises. Blue 'Force hiberation for three minutes'. Green was 'violently eject your stomach contents.

"This is going to suck." Uldyr said to the convulsing man, then poured the green mixture into student's mouth. He stopped moving, then released everything he'd eaten or drank in the two hours from his mouth. His stomach contents and the potion mixed to create a wretched smell. Still, he stopped moving so violently afterwards. Uldyr's eyes traced the man's chest until he was convinced it was still breathing, then released them.

Uldyr's gaze moved over to Pomrick Bloomsfield and his new friend.

"What happened?"

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Arte Astatre

 

[Pomrick Bloomsfield]

In all this, Pomrick had stood slack-jawed and transfixed; not quite able to grasp that these violent events were because of his actions.

But then, the realisation hit him like a hammer; at about the same time Uldyr had managed to put a lid on the problem. The beam was coming upon them, attention would soon all focus here. Focus on him. Another failure. Lucien's scowling face drifted before his mind's eye, then followed by Thadd's confusion, Nilamani's disappointment and, and . . .

No. There was still time. He could still fix this. Why should he take the fall? Basically the man had swallowed glass shards by himself, right? Not Pomrick's fault. Especially if he could quickly fix the tent, the vomited goo and bring the man back up to speed.

A bit of telekinesis and a bit of healing. Easy as pie.

"Oh, um, you know, just an accident. Hold on, let me get this sorted." Pomrick tried a non-plussed sniff for size, adopting the confident gesture he'd seen other, older students perform. Then he tried cracking his hands, but he grimaced in pain. Why did other people do that?

Shaking his painful hands and exhaling, Pomrick prepared to bring about his magic. Healing. Telekinesis. Easy. Like taking steps; one, two. He started channeling his energy, summoning words of power, invoking the spell he'd practised for three months to help his master clean up his room and levitate heavy objects.

Wait, weren't those two differents spells he used usually? And which order did he usually do them for his routine? He plain forgot which was which, he just did automatically them by now. Oh, but now he was pointing at the man, so actually he should use the healing--

Too late. The man, slowly regaining his senses, was about to profusely thank Uldyr.

"Thank you, I'm in your de--ahh---AGGHH!"

The poor customer of cheese shot straight up in the air, limbs flailing. Pomrick panicked and flailed his arms in turn, trying to dismiss his spell. The man flew faster instead; quickly making for the clouds.

"AHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"No, no, get back down get back down get back down!!"

 

[Arte Astatre]

*Click, Click, Click* The sound of shoes hitting the stone ground. The moving of a tail, swaying with each step. The Feline, looking around at each stall, soon arriving at one particular stall with a number of people there. "The old saying for some people is 'Curiosity killed the Cat' . Doesn't apply to me though... Lets take a little peek."

Arte would move closer to the Group and soon reach the cause for such gathering. Not what one expected, but surely not one he wasn't pleased with. He couldn't help but chuckle as he brought a paw up to his nose to cover it from the smell, meanwhile keeping his other behind his back.

As to not cause a scene Arte stayed away from the man who was puking his guts out violently. However, his gaze did pan over to one that seemed dressed as a guard. ( Uldyr ) And to make matters even better, one man ( Pomrick Bloomsfield ) who seemed to be a practitioner of magic would be using two spells of different schools at once. This would no doubt spell some sort of disaster, but as a... Just in a case, Arte reached to his side, pulling out a card. To those out of the 'know' would see it as a normal playing card or maybe a tarot card.

"Quite the amusing sight, I never expected a Cheese Stall to be possess entertainment of this caliber."