The day had finally arrived, where once was open land now stood a large fair ground. Within there was all one could ask for: rare food and drink, entertainment, and to many who had traveled from all around Arethil something even more outstanding: Knowledge.
Every kind of mage, or whatever they preferred to be called, could be found somewhere within the fair grounds, be they Calligraphists from Jaleyaana, Kivren Tidelords, Clerics of any faith, or even obscure Diviners from all around Arethil, the variety was truly endless. Within the fair grounds there were countless stalls laid out for people to show off their talents, be it ones for the mage to visit and show off a particular skill, or for a mage to stay and teach. For many particularly famous mages there might be a large tent so they might give a lecture to many at a time, while for more obscure ones they might simply have a stool, and a table. If one was particularly lucky within these stalls one could find countless treasures, be it insights on magic, new spells, invaluable scrolls and books, training, or magic items.
As for the stalls to show off one's own particular skills they varied in countless ways allowing one to show off skills in ways unthought of such as: How much force could be exerted from ones spell, or measuring tools for insane temperatures, even a game they had made to see how many things one could predict that would happen within the tent in the next minute. You can think of it they had it here somewhere.
The smell of magic was impossible to ignore in the grounds, with the elements themselves being controlled in uncountable ways. Still one could not ignore another smell that pierced through the smell of smoke and dust: Food. Just off the middle of ground in four walled off sections there were the food stands, protected from the rest of the grounds by those walls. Many a magical chef would be showing off their arts inside, a lot with their apprentices following along with their orders with a shout of, "Yes Chef!" So with them all they made many exotic foods from all over Arethil, one offered some kind of frozen milk treat with the consistency of snow, while another turned sugar into a sweet kind of string or cotton with air magic he claimed.
The middle of the grounds was filled with seats, in these chairs all the wary would come to sit, so in these chairs was where conversation bloomed beautifully. Here while sitting an old mage might sit next to a young and they might talk of all sorts, be it current events, interesting spells, magical theory, or even simple small talk. Simple enough to say it was common place for to find a mini lecture taking place within, as well as the sharing of ideas.
Every kind of mage, or whatever they preferred to be called, could be found somewhere within the fair grounds, be they Calligraphists from Jaleyaana, Kivren Tidelords, Clerics of any faith, or even obscure Diviners from all around Arethil, the variety was truly endless. Within the fair grounds there were countless stalls laid out for people to show off their talents, be it ones for the mage to visit and show off a particular skill, or for a mage to stay and teach. For many particularly famous mages there might be a large tent so they might give a lecture to many at a time, while for more obscure ones they might simply have a stool, and a table. If one was particularly lucky within these stalls one could find countless treasures, be it insights on magic, new spells, invaluable scrolls and books, training, or magic items.
As for the stalls to show off one's own particular skills they varied in countless ways allowing one to show off skills in ways unthought of such as: How much force could be exerted from ones spell, or measuring tools for insane temperatures, even a game they had made to see how many things one could predict that would happen within the tent in the next minute. You can think of it they had it here somewhere.
The smell of magic was impossible to ignore in the grounds, with the elements themselves being controlled in uncountable ways. Still one could not ignore another smell that pierced through the smell of smoke and dust: Food. Just off the middle of ground in four walled off sections there were the food stands, protected from the rest of the grounds by those walls. Many a magical chef would be showing off their arts inside, a lot with their apprentices following along with their orders with a shout of, "Yes Chef!" So with them all they made many exotic foods from all over Arethil, one offered some kind of frozen milk treat with the consistency of snow, while another turned sugar into a sweet kind of string or cotton with air magic he claimed.
The middle of the grounds was filled with seats, in these chairs all the wary would come to sit, so in these chairs was where conversation bloomed beautifully. Here while sitting an old mage might sit next to a young and they might talk of all sorts, be it current events, interesting spells, magical theory, or even simple small talk. Simple enough to say it was common place for to find a mini lecture taking place within, as well as the sharing of ideas.
