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?"

---

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."

 

[Elyon and Eshara]

Decisions, decisions! There was much to potentially do, of course. The festival was a feast for both the gut and the eyes, a treasure trove of experiences and games and--goodness, what was going on over there?

A crowd had begun to be drawn by the commotion over at the Oban stall. Ely'Esha turned just in time to see a seemingly dying man be punched in the gut, while the familiar visage of Pomrick panicked. Also, was that a cat? A human sized cat?!

Both twins looked to Nilimani and spoke as one:
"Lads," they concluded simply.

Mischief was occurring, and they'd not be left out if they could help it.

 

[Nilamani]

Nilamani watched the twins come to a quick decision.
It must be nice to come to such quick agreements Nilamani thought idly.
They too were curious what chaos had been wrought from putting those two next to each other. While they had suspected it would lead to some manner of trouble they hadn't necessarily expected it to happen so soon.

"Well then, Let's have a look."

It was a pretty short few steps to the ruckus. It seemed that a guard had already arrived on scene to try to reign in the commotion. There was some unfortunate soul flopping about on the ground with his face purple and blood on his lips. Nilamani motioned to the hulking blond who was being ordered to stop thumping on that man's chest. They leaned toward the twins to be heard over the panicked voices.
"The golden haired one with more muscles than thoughts is Thaddeus Orabela. The one with the messy auburn hair who looks on the verge of fleeing is Pomrick."
Poor Pomrick, he felt a bit bad for sabotaging the unfortunate apprentices chance at making a bit of spare coin. Then again, Pomrick seemed pretty good sabotaging himself. They made a mental note to talk Thadd into compensating Pomrick latter.
Their eyes turned back to the scene at hand, the guard looked awfully familiar but they could recall the man's name. He seemed a bit busy making sure this old man didn't bite the bucket over some cheese.

Nilamani had never seen someone like the cat person before. The festival had drawn in some unlikely sorts it seemed. Or perhaps Elbion was just getting more diverse by the day.

But Pomrick had donned a much less fear stricken face. A determined one. It seemed they were in for a treat. Nilamani wasn't entirely sure they had seen Pomrick do any magic before.
Quite suddenly the purple faced man was floating in the air.

Nilamani watched on with an amused smile.

Pomrick Bloomsfield
Uldyr
Elyon and Eshara

 

[Thadd]

Thadd thought he was doing a good job until the guard showed up. The guy had been doing quite a bit of spitting.
He backed off as ordered though. Enough to notice a ring of onlookers forming. He noticed that Nil had returned with the twins from earlier. He waved at them with huge grin as if there weren't a man rolling around on the ground. The guard shoved some potion down the man's throat. With a grimace Thadd had to step back to avoid a torrent of puke.
He sidled around to where Nil was. He had opened his mouth to ask if Nil had found anything fun. The noise of gasps and people scrambling out of the way made him turn to look.
The man was now floating and wiggling about in the air. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watched the man rocket off into the clouds.

"Huh....He must really have liked that cheese..." Thadd said misinterpreting this as some very exaggerated jump for joy.

Pomrick Bloomsfield
Uldyr
Elyon and Eshara

 

[Uldyr]

"Oh, um, you know, just an accident. Hold on-

"No Pomrick, No . . . " Uldyr began to address the misfortunate hedgemage as one might a dog.

let me get this sorted.

"NO!" Uldyr screamed with a bit more force-

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

But it was too late.

"KRIFF" Uldyr cursed again, but held his tongue before saying something that might be document by an onlooker. Uldyr looked around and noted the medic squad was fighting the throng of the crowd, but still minutes away. Then he heard a couple of voices.

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

"Huh....He must really have liked that cheese..."

"Beastkin." He yelled at Arte Astatre in a voice that was serious, but without disrespect. "Be prepared to slow his descent." He commanded. "Charming!" He yelled at the muscled Thadd . "With me. We catch him." He began to extend to arms out and kept his eyes skyward at the floating bystander.

"Pomrick. Let. Go."

Pomrick Bloomsfield


CC:
Elyon and Eshara Nilamani

 

[Pomrick Bloomsfield]

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Pomrick squealed, waving his arms some more. But he had forgotten how to stop concentrating on a spell. How was it now . . . it usually helped taking three steps sideways, for some reason . . .

And so he did. And walked into the stall, knocking over what remained standing: the table. Cheeses and plates fell to the ground, and Pomrick fell on the other side of it. He tried to align his finger with the man's steady ascent, even through the cloth awning blocking his view.

Cast a new spell. That was it! That was how to let go! He remembered. That worked. He cast what he called his 'Handy Spell,' the one he used to light up torches and candles. It always did handy little things for him, like opening doors at a distance and such.

Except this time, it seemed to mistake the awning for a torch. An ignition flared; then caught.

The man dropped straight from the sky; his scream now taking on a more visceral note. And in place of the levitation spell, the spell of prestidigation worked; lighting up the awning like it was a chamber torch.

The fire spread rather quickly. All while Pomrick's boots lay on the collapsed table and his neck on the dirt.

Uldyr

 

[Thadd]

Thadd looked behind himself to Nil and the twins, then back at Uldyr . He'd had folks call him charming in a sort of sarcastic tone before certainly, this aggressive tone was a first.
It seemed like an odd time to be giving compliments. The poor guard seemed awfully stressed out.

"Yes, sir!" Thadd replied cheerily with a little salute and stepped out to play this high stakes game of catch.
His arms extended out and his eyes following the man the was now plummeting down toward them.
A grin still graced Thadd's features seemingly oblivious to the literal fire and imminent crash.

Pomrick Bloomsfield
Arte Astatre

 

[Arte Astatre]

A slight glance to the card he drew and the grin would grow wider on his face. He then turned his attention over to the Guard (Uldyr) as he was giving him orders. Being ordered by someone he knew nothing about and as if they were allies of all things. The very thought was laughable.

"My my, to give an order so someone you know nothing about. And to make it even better, you assume I care what is to happen to the poor fool."

Arte would turn his attention to the bumbling mage ( Pomrick Bloomsfield ) on the side who was struggling to manage his own spell. The sight filled him with even more glee. A mage who uses experimental spells with no knowledge of how they work, or how much power they would have. Hilarious.
"If you really must give orders. It should be to the one who cast the spell. Perhaps he knows why his spell had gone awry."

While he would shift the attention to the mage, Arte himself would throw his hands upward as he aimed for the back of the floating individual who was steady falling. The card in his hand was thrown in the direction and sticks to the innocent's back. With a snap of his fingers, Arte turned his focused back at the Mage, He would begin to speak. ( Pomrick Bloomsfield )

"Would you be so kind as to releasing the man from your spell? It should be as simple as releasing something you hold in your hand."

If everything were to go to plan, the card on the person's back would activate, rapidly giving off shimmering of ice and snow that would envelop him in a thin but dense barrier of sorts. Perhaps this was one of the spells trapped in that card? Who can say? Though one thing was certain, that barrier was meant to protect the falling person from some of the damage, not all. But enough to make his impact towards the ground or onto others as damaging towards him. Meanwhile the card, would burn away leaving no trace nor damage on the back.

(Hope that made sense.)

 

[Elyon and Eshara]

The twins simply stood by as everything unfolded, laughing and pointing and cheering.

What wonderful magic tricks the lot of these folks were producing! A show for the ages! Ely'Esha would have to remember all of these things for later. They had not yet made anyone fly in their pranks yet, and this they would need to amend!

"Make him do a flip!" cried the male twin.

"Make him land on his butt!" cheered the other.

 

[Nilamani]

As soon as the word 'help' left Pomrick's mouth Nilamani instinctively put their hands Elyon and Eshara 's shoulders to prevent from accidentally walking into the cross fire.
There was really no telling what sort of chaos it might cook up. They should be relatively safe with Thadd standing so close by. Spells tended to stop working or fizzle out when they collided with his mass.

Luckily the wayward effects of whatever Pomrick had been trying to do were localized to the now floating man.
The listen to the twins cheer with a chuckle. Well, at least someone was having a good time.

It seemed the Guard had a handle on the floating, or was he falling now, situation. Between the beastkin mage and Thadd they would likely be able to get him down. That was good, poor Pomrick was bound to have pretty poor memories of the festival if the day ended with blood on his hands.

The flicker of a fire in the chaos caught their eye. That wouldn't do it was already spreading to other booths. No point in punishing the other students.
With a flick of their tail they summoned a few small orbs of water over the flames and let them drop. This curtailed and prevented the spread to ensure only the remains of the Oban booth were left on fire.

 

[Uldyr]

Uldyr should have expected the cat (Arte Astatre ) to be sassy. He wasn't sure why it took the cat speaking to realize it. Uldyr knew well enough that he couldn't say what he was thinking, that he specifically commanded someone other than Pomrick for the sole reason of them not being Pomrick. Maybe the commander could get away with such language, but a junior guardsman like him couldn't be directly vitriolic.

The poor student fell to the ground, now covered on his back with a dense snowdrift. He hit Uldyr and Thadd 's arms. Uldyr lowered the student further to the ground as the two emergency healers arrived, along with a half-dozen of Uldyr's fellow guardsman and his Captain. A tall brunette woman in her early thirties, her eyes looked at Uldyr with a look between disappointment and disdain.

Then her eyes grew wide.

"WARDS!" She screamed. She pulled a card from her pocket and threw it at the ground behind Uldyr. Uldyr moved quickly and performed the same motion, as did the other guardsman. A halfdozen sigils emerged from the ground as the fire from Pomrick's prestidigitation met the Obanese wine and an explosion rocked the ears of all around. While larger shrapnel and glass was held off by the wards, the mixed solid-liquid form of the cheese was not accounted for in the guardman gadgets.

Melting cheese flung the air in all directions, not hot enough to cause further fires, but enough to scald and burn any passerby's.

Uldyr screamed himself, as such a helping of cheese found it's way to his left ear. The two emergency healers looked at each other, not quite sure where to go or who to help as many others suffered similar embarassments.

Pomrick Bloomsfield
Elyon and Eshara
Lucien Valtiere

 

[Lucien Valtiere]

The explosion tore through the square with a concussive whump that rattled Lucien’s teeth.

He turned sharply, eyes wide.

“What-”

The rest of the sentence died as heat and flying debris followed. Wards flared, glass ricocheted, and something warm and viscous splattered across nearby cloaks. The smell of wine and overcooked cheese filled the air.

Lucien stared at what remained of his booth: charred frame, warped signage, the carefully arranged display now reduced to smoking ruin.

His fury rose instantly. “This is absurd,” he snapped, already stepping forward, coat flaring behind him. “Do you have any idea what that-”

He stopped.

Because people were coming.

Not guards. Not healers.

Students. Merchants. Delegates from other booths. Curious onlookers. A pair of well-dressed visitors he recognized from Alliria. A representative from Gild. Several faces he had marked days ago as useful, but hadn’t yet found an elegant reason to approach.

And now they were approaching him. Concerned. Inquiring. Engaged.

Lucien’s anger did not vanish. It… recalibrated.

He smoothed his sleeves.

The guards scrambled. The healers ran about tending to scorched ears and dignity alike. Let them handle the spectacle. Let the Captain shout.

Lucien stepped back from the chaos, expression settling into grave composure.

“It really is a shame,” he said to a nearby cluster of onlookers, shaking his head with controlled disappointment. “For whoever was manning that booth.”

A pointed pause.

“I can only hope they had the foresight to insure it.”

A few nervous laughs rippled through the group.

He turned slightly toward the pair from Alliria, offering a polite incline of his head.

“Lucien Valtiere,” he said smoothly. “Second-year. Applied Elementalism and Theoretical Structures.”