Graduation, the most important day of a young student’s life. The fruition of years of education that could have been spent earning “life experience” and “cold hard cash”. Now, the young men and women of Wynarn University could go out into the world with credentials. They were practically guaranteed a modest salary in any of the businesses of Aundair – many were destined for greatness as honorary nobles or heroes. Now that the diplomas had been handed out there wasn’t much to do but go out, get absolutely plastered, and wake up next to someone unexpected. Well, at least for most of the graduates…
The Dean’s office, a rather large room, was filled with students still wearing their robes and ceremonial feathered-graduation hats. Behind his desk the Dean was looking over a paper and glancing, every so often, at the students who seemed quite disgruntled to be there. For you see, when these six particular students unrolled their diplomas, instead of the gold-laminated hand-calligraphed, Sivis-marked scrolls of achievement which they believed they had earned, they each found notes stating that they needed to report to the Dean’s office immediately.
And now, Dean Kolo ir’Wynarn, a fat man with a moustache and the posture of a very thin man glanced at each of them as he read their names off the list before him. ”Mr d’Deneith, Mr Rightson, Mr Montayne, Ms Whisper, Mr Laerek, and Mr Boromar.”
“No doubt you wonder why you have been summoned here. Due to certain policy changes and course prerequisites, the six of you have been rendered ineligible for graduation.”
The lord waited for the mutter of disapproval to run its course before continuing. ”In order to qualify and receive your diplomas it will be necessary for you to complete a period of ‘field experience’, assisting one of our professors or affiliates in expeditions into the field. Alternately, you could stay and attend a ‘Field Experience Course’ this coming semester in which you would experience a number of occupations in the capital – scribe, diplomat, merchant….” The lord’s tone was exceedingly sonorous, purposefully making this particular assignment sound especially tedious.
Lord Kolo drew out a number of rolled up scrolls and placed them on his desk. ”You ARE in luck, if you choose to join an expedition,” the man said with a grin, ”Through a joint effort with Professors at Morgrave and the coming holiday season, a number of Wynarn affiliates are going on some quite interesting expeditions in the next few days.” He began passing the scrolls around, allowing you to open them even as he gave brief summaries of their contents.
((If you REALLY want to know what the scrolls all say in major detail you can ask me about them specifically. They’re all the grant proposals of the various professors.))
”Professor Kaylin d’Ghallanda has proposed a trip into the jungles of Xen’Drik to search for new plants, animals, and mystical energies to be used in curative research.”
“Assistant Professor Gaeris is planning an expedition into the Frostfell region to search out a supposed dragonshard deposit.”
“Lord ir’Rylan is planning an anthropological investigation of the Serens of Argonessen.”
“Professor Mudlan has worked out an expedition into Khyber with the medusas of Cazhaak Draal.”
“Sala Nighthowl has proposed a zooanthropological expedition to investigate the lizardfolk of Q’barra.”
“Professor Kullman is planning a trip an expedition into the interior of the Demon Wastes after a landing in Blood Crescent.”
“Professor Goldrig d’Cannith is planning a trip into the interior of Cyre to test some theories on the cause of the Mourning.”
“Shir Colius is traveling in an ambassadorial capacity to Aerenal and wishes to have student associates.”
“And finally,” the big man was looking a bit winded from the long list of names he had just read, ”As an act of friendship Lord Hujuesses of the Inspired has okayed a small team to travel to Riedra and visit with the Inspired Lords of that land.”
The man looked up from the list and adjusted his glasses. ”Discuss amongst yourselves. You can split up or together, but it would be easiest if your entire group of six would travel together. You can tell me your decisions on the morn.”
And with that, the tubby old man waved the young adventurers out of the office in order to get down to far more important business.
The Dean’s office, a rather large room, was filled with students still wearing their robes and ceremonial feathered-graduation hats. Behind his desk the Dean was looking over a paper and glancing, every so often, at the students who seemed quite disgruntled to be there. For you see, when these six particular students unrolled their diplomas, instead of the gold-laminated hand-calligraphed, Sivis-marked scrolls of achievement which they believed they had earned, they each found notes stating that they needed to report to the Dean’s office immediately.
And now, Dean Kolo ir’Wynarn, a fat man with a moustache and the posture of a very thin man glanced at each of them as he read their names off the list before him. ”Mr d’Deneith, Mr Rightson, Mr Montayne, Ms Whisper, Mr Laerek, and Mr Boromar.”
“No doubt you wonder why you have been summoned here. Due to certain policy changes and course prerequisites, the six of you have been rendered ineligible for graduation.”
The lord waited for the mutter of disapproval to run its course before continuing. ”In order to qualify and receive your diplomas it will be necessary for you to complete a period of ‘field experience’, assisting one of our professors or affiliates in expeditions into the field. Alternately, you could stay and attend a ‘Field Experience Course’ this coming semester in which you would experience a number of occupations in the capital – scribe, diplomat, merchant….” The lord’s tone was exceedingly sonorous, purposefully making this particular assignment sound especially tedious.
Lord Kolo drew out a number of rolled up scrolls and placed them on his desk. ”You ARE in luck, if you choose to join an expedition,” the man said with a grin, ”Through a joint effort with Professors at Morgrave and the coming holiday season, a number of Wynarn affiliates are going on some quite interesting expeditions in the next few days.” He began passing the scrolls around, allowing you to open them even as he gave brief summaries of their contents.
((If you REALLY want to know what the scrolls all say in major detail you can ask me about them specifically. They’re all the grant proposals of the various professors.))
”Professor Kaylin d’Ghallanda has proposed a trip into the jungles of Xen’Drik to search for new plants, animals, and mystical energies to be used in curative research.”
“Assistant Professor Gaeris is planning an expedition into the Frostfell region to search out a supposed dragonshard deposit.”
“Lord ir’Rylan is planning an anthropological investigation of the Serens of Argonessen.”
“Professor Mudlan has worked out an expedition into Khyber with the medusas of Cazhaak Draal.”
“Sala Nighthowl has proposed a zooanthropological expedition to investigate the lizardfolk of Q’barra.”
“Professor Kullman is planning a trip an expedition into the interior of the Demon Wastes after a landing in Blood Crescent.”
“Professor Goldrig d’Cannith is planning a trip into the interior of Cyre to test some theories on the cause of the Mourning.”
“Shir Colius is traveling in an ambassadorial capacity to Aerenal and wishes to have student associates.”
“And finally,” the big man was looking a bit winded from the long list of names he had just read, ”As an act of friendship Lord Hujuesses of the Inspired has okayed a small team to travel to Riedra and visit with the Inspired Lords of that land.”
The man looked up from the list and adjusted his glasses. ”Discuss amongst yourselves. You can split up or together, but it would be easiest if your entire group of six would travel together. You can tell me your decisions on the morn.”
And with that, the tubby old man waved the young adventurers out of the office in order to get down to far more important business.
