"This is a research centre. Something is always happening here. Whoever you talk to will tell you that their project is of paramount importance. Especially the humans. Don't get caught up with any of them. Remember what we came here for." He takes another spoonful of his vegetable soup. "And eat some food, it's not half bad here."
Taking the opening, Rowan swings his.halberd, hitting his mark.
With Vigar left over extended from the thrust, Rowan hits him with the halberd once more
C'mon Vigar, Unleash your power
Tassira nods at Kariel, then turns to leave the church. Noting Rowan & Vigar's absence, she starts making her way back to the White Bear.
She hurries across the grounds, not stopping to look at the sky.
Soon, she's back at the White Bear.
Damn, I was just trying to se what his powers were. Guess I overdid it.
Rowan and another Warden takes the unconscious Vigar back to the inn to recover.
Arean rises at once when the injured man is brought in. "What has happened?", she asks, but does not wait for any answers before investigating for herself.
One of her hounds stays with her, almost step-for-step. A second hound follows the first. The third... begins sniffing at Arean's abandoned soupbowl.
Just a sparring accident. He'll wake up on his own soon enough.
He and the warden lay him out on the floor.
Just a sparring accident. He'll wake up on his own soon enough.
He and the warden lay him out on the floor.
Arean sets herself to examine and care for the fallen cook. "So your soup has earned you this...", she says, though the fallen could not hear her, of course.
Tassira is quite surprised to see Vigar on the floor next to Rowan.
"Sheesh, Rowan, if you had a problem with his cooking, you could've just talked it out with him. You didn't need to kick his ass over it." She says, half-jokingly.
She walks over to the server on duty. "Excuse me, but did you see what happened here?"
"If I hadn't done it now, he'd never have learned."
Rowan stands back up.
"In truth, I got a couple lucky blows in and accidentally sent him to dream. He should wake up with a headache, but none the worse for it."
The server shakes her head and says "Sorry dear, Rowan brought him back like that. Still I'm glad you came back, do you and your fiends what dinner before the will reading? The lawyer paid for dinner for everyone before the reading as well as lodging for everyone afterwards."
"The will? What will?"
"Professor Crispin's will. Isn't that why you are all here? I didn't talk to the lawyer myself but I did see the attendee list, of course name wise I only recognized you and Tassira. Still everyone matches the descriptions I saw. I did think it a little weird for the reading to be delayed so long but my boss said the lawyer said it had to do with Tassira reaching her majority which happened when she graduated last week."
"..." Not quite what she'd been hoping for, but she supposed it would have to do. Kariel took a deep breath and spread her wings as wide as they would go. This was the first time she'd done so since arriving in the area, and they could finally be observed in better detail. On the one side, soft feathers with just a hint of color to help match them with her hair. On the other, golden metal that glinted in the light. It was all the more visible a moment later, though, when a brilliant halo appeared above Kariel's head, pulsing with enough sacred power to inspire fear in evil despite Kariel's fundamentally kind nature. Even as that happened, however, Kariel was muttering under her breath and making a small movement with her hand - and the sound of angels softly singing drifted through the room.
...It miiiight have been a bit over-the-top as an entrance, but in a way, that was the point. Kariel wanted everybody in the building to know exactly what sort of being she was, and for the first time in many years, she was putting every bit of her divine ancestry to good use.
"I'd like to speak to the head of the temple." she said, far more calmly than she felt.
Brad wasn't exactly sure what he was doing on the Isle of the Great Libary. He had just wanted to get away from where he was, and find a new place where he might make progress with his martial arts. But he had forgotten that beyond the shelter of the Tien community, the Empire had its tendrils in so many things. He did not enjoy seeing emblems, banners or soldiers, and least of all the wizard finders. So he decided to go on a pilgrimage. The manuscripts he had taken from his master named this temple as a sacred place for many monks. So he went, and tried to join other students in meditation. He had been there for days, and he wasn't feeling like he'd accomplished anything.
Then, quite literally, he heard the sound of angels, an angel appeared before him. Brad stared at the creature, dumbstruck. When the conversation ended, Brad decided he should follow. And so he did, to the White Bear Inn. Ordering a drink, he decided to sit by himself for a bit, and just observe the scene, and the angel. It seemed there was a man passed out, and some hubbub about a Will. Another day at the pub, he thought to himself. Just needs some folks playing cards, and maybe a few wenches.
Will? Professor Crispin put me in his will and waited until I turned 20 to have it read? Why wasn't I--Oh, s**t.
Tassira's eyes widen. "Oh, dear. I forgot." She says. From the look on her face, neither lack of sleep nor dedication to studying were to blame for this: it was entirely her fault for forgetting. Again.
"Do I still have time to get ready?" Tassira asks, trying her hardest not to let her worry show.
And not doing a good job of hiding it.
"Tassira, I'm increasingly sure you have until after the cook wakes up, before it will be an issue.", Arean says from beside Vigar.
Of the server, Arean asks, "Were you expecting, then, also my hounds? I'd welcome whatever you might have for them, they're less particular than most your patrons." Arean smiled at this, then frowned at the sound of a bowl rattling to the floor pursued by the youngest of her hounds. "Russ!", she called, but he only glanced at her, and lick-chased the bowl all the more hurriedly.
"You look fine to me, dear, the will reading is not until 9pm in the club room and its only a little after 6:30 now. You and everyone else has time to eat dinner and could even freshen up after dinner if you want to I suppose" the server says kindly.
The server looks over at Arean "Well your hounds weren't mentioned by name , but I do remember them. You must be Arean, then, the oldest of the three great granddaughters. I'll go get what we set aside for your hounds."
"Professor Crispin's will, eh? Curious."
With all these people arriving by happenstance, I wonder if he forsaw this and the Storm to come.
Rowan manages to see Kariel come in, but in doing so does not notice Tassira's worry.
"Oh hey Kariel, do you have your letter yet?"
"Professor Crispin's will, eh? Curious."
With all these people arriving by happenstance, I wonder if he forsaw this and the Storm to come.
"Curious? I would agree. I had not planned to come here today, and had not planned to bring the hounds. But I'm expected, as are the hounds? And a great-granddaughter? My heritage is documented; and not as recording any 'Crispin'. But some evidences cannot be disputed."
As the day ended, and night began, Arean's eyes dimmed. She walked to the door, her most loyal hound 'Sir' in tow, and went outside. Eyes closed, she lifted her face to the sky. And as the last rose of ancient day surrendered to the indigo of newborn night, she opened her eyes to the sky. Stars now filled her orbs, infinities of infinitismals, eternities of instants.
"Crispin", she whispered, closing her eyes, leveling her head. The hound, attentive to her, looked about warily, shoulders set to threaten anything nearing the woman. But nothing came, and soon, as always, the woman returned to the world, and the hound relaxed.
"Crispin", Arean said, as though the name now held meaning for her.
She returned inside to meet her cousins.
.Vors Crispin was the illegitmate son of Roland of Alenkine. His mother was a house maid who Roland's wife had thrown into an insance asylum when the maid became pregnant. His mother died durring Vors birth because the attendants in the asylum wouldn't fetch a physican.
.Vors was at first raised in a strict orphanage in Marthos, but made his way into the streets and eventually was living on his own as a pickpocket when at age 16 his older half brother Gregor found him and took charge of him by enlisting Vors as his "squire" for Gregor's term of service with the 3rd Scout Detachment.
.When Gregor made his bid for the Imperial Throne, Vors was at his side as either (or perhaps both) Gregor's spymaster or personal assassin.
.With Gregor safely on the throne, Vors entered the world of academia.
.While neither Vors or any of his descendants have any direct claim to the throne Gregor's recognization of Vors upon his crowning means that each has a much right to the throne as any member of any Great House.
.Vors and his descendants have the right to use of House Alenkine instead of their last name or to add of House Alenkine after it.
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"Well if the foods paid for it would be impolite of me to refuse, this Professor must have been an important person around here."
A check on Crispin
Talking to the only hound at the table eyeing up the food
"I'd be very careful where you stick your nose next" Krag grins at the hound.
Tassira smiles, relieved that she still has time to prepare.
"In that case, I need to freshen up. Is my bath ready?" She asks the server. She runs her fingers through her hair.
"The Inn doesn't have normal rooms dear, they're normally only used by V.I.P.s that visit the campus. I think you will find the bathing experience ... magical. Oh and that young fella that tried to pay for his room, his money is on his night stand. "
Tassira smiles. "Thank you. I'll go get ready right away."
She leaves the main room to avail herself of the baths.
(Big History roll)
After hearing the time given for the reading he speaks quietly to Ikvvy again. "See. Events proceed. We need but wait a couple hours longer and we can be done with this place."
You're not supposed to be a part of this, neither am I. I fear for your future and what this may bring but I will keep you safe from our father. his rambling thoughts are led astray by the feel of that 'borrowed' blade on his back.
Vigar rubs his aching head.
"I guess I best go get cleaned up. Grass isn't my best color I'm afraid. The cold water will go a long way towards invigorating myself. Enjoy the soup, I can always make more if it's too your liking."
After hearing the time given for the reading he speaks quietly to Ikvvy again. "See. Events proceed. We need but wait a couple hours longer and we can be done with this place."
You're not supposed to be a part of this, neither am I. I fear for your future and what this may bring but I will keep you safe from our father. his rambling thoughts are led astray by the feel of that 'borrowed' blade on his back.
"See, I told you he'd be fine.
He turns back to Vigar.
"You are just in time to get ready for some sort of will reading. Apparently, we are all beneficiaries."
"And some of us, relatives.", Arean adds.
Vigar turns around...spluttering in surprise.
"But I'm an orphan and never stayed around long enough to make lasting friendships??"
His blood sings a lilting tune, as if laughing at him.
"I'll be back after my shower. In time for the reading I think."
He turns back towards the rooms thinking.
This is going to take some use to.
The baths are gender-segregated, at least.
Tassira steps into the women's bathing room and approaches one of the baths tucked away in an alcove.
The bath is a simple, square, 10-by-10 basin, decorated with small murals of sea life. A small stone dolphin statuette stands at one corner of the tub. The tub has a raised portion just within its borders, ostensibly so bathers can sit down.
As Tassira approaches, the dolphin statuette glows a slight blue, then water begins flowing out of its open mouth.
Tassira looks at the water filling the tub.
Create Water. Convenient for bathing, but I think I can find a better use for magic than that.
She turns to the wall next to the tub and starts getting some soap and shampoo together...
Ikvvy keeps her voice low when talking to the elf. "Well, I hope you're right. Still, I find this to be too good to be true. This is clearly intriguing."
When Tassira emerges from the women's bathing room again, she's considerably cleaner than before. Her hair is still a bit damp, but otherwise she's ready for the will.
She returns to the common room of the White Bear to wait for the lawyer.
Rowan goes off to his apartment and comes back dressed in his finest robes and a new journal and pen, smelling much better than after his sparring session with Vigar.