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[Adventure] The Paper Chase (Judge: renau1g)
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<blockquote data-quote="Antithetist" data-source="post: 5223220" data-attributes="member: 88443"><p>A little footsore, but having had plenty of time to get to know each other and their combat abilities, the rest of the party meet up with Mythra in the university quarter. The streets and skybridges around here are fairly busy with the constant comings-and-goings of students, visitors and faculty, but the atmosphere is considerably less crowded and noisy than in the lower wards of Sharn. It's a pleasant area to walk through, the paved streets lined with well-tended flowerbeds and trees, elegant facades on the sandstone buildings, the breeze cool and fragrant. A little way away, the majestic domes and spires of the university's central buildings gleam brightly in the sunlight above the lower buildings all around.</p><p></p><p> A few quick enquiries soon establish that faculty offices are located in these surrounding streets of the quarter rather than the central buildings. It doesn't take long to find Professor Farrow's office in particular, and you climb up a short flight of steps to knock on the door. It is opened almost immediately by a group of three young men dressed very smartly in lacy shirts and bright cravats, who brush past the adventurers without a second glance, carrying on their conversation as they go: </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen">"...quite mad, they say."</span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum">"Yeees, quite, well... a fine line, they say, between genius and madness."</span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"Genius? That old coot? I declare he was never all there to begin with."</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum">"Oh, well, come now, come now... very well respected in his field... don't you know?"</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleGreen">"Yeees, his field... and... remind me, what precisely <em>was</em> that again...?"</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"></span></span></span></span></span>Tittering, they move off through the crowd. They left the door ajar on their way out, and pushing it open reveals a tall hallway, dominated by a heavy staircase of dark wood which climbs to an upper storey. There are doors leading off from the ground floor too, though, and one of them bears a bronze plaque inscribed with the legend: Professor Gilman Farrow. </p><p></p><p> A knock ellicits a few moments of silence followed by a sonorous <span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><strong>"enter."</strong></span></p><p></p><p> Filing into the Professor's study, you are first struck by the heavy smell of exotic cigar smoke which fills the place. The whole spacious room seems wreathed in a slight fog, smelling overbearingly of spice and charcoal. The walls are filled, floor to lofty ceiling, with bookcases, and every bookcase is crammed with books and files and pamphlets. These overflow from the walls, too, into drifts and piles which dominate most of the floor space. A few mysterious objects are dotted around - strange statues, two wands of carved bone, a large and exceedingly ugly clay urn, and a stuffed creature which appears to be some misbegotten cross between a peacock and a housecat. Whether these objects are intended as ornaments or subjects for research is unclear.</p><p></p><p> Finally, behind a large desk covered completely in scattered papers, sits the Professor himself. He reclines in a comfortable chair, with his feet on the desk (presumably having composed himself into this attitude after you knocked), smoking a cigar. He is dressed in a shabby checked suit, but his shoes look like very expensive leather. One sock is bright red, the other bright yellow. He has a small beard, oiled to a point, which he now strokes as he regards the party with beady eyes and speaks. <strong><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"I confess I have a damnably poor memory for faces, but you fellows look scant little like any of my students. I suppose you must be here about the job, what?"</span></strong></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: White">[sblock=OOC]Whew, that was a long post. </span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: White">There's a good chance I won't be able to post again until Sunday, so hopefully this should tide you over. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite7" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue :p" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":p" />[/sblock]</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: PaleTurquoise"><span style="color: PaleGreen"><span style="color: Plum"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Antithetist, post: 5223220, member: 88443"] A little footsore, but having had plenty of time to get to know each other and their combat abilities, the rest of the party meet up with Mythra in the university quarter. The streets and skybridges around here are fairly busy with the constant comings-and-goings of students, visitors and faculty, but the atmosphere is considerably less crowded and noisy than in the lower wards of Sharn. It's a pleasant area to walk through, the paved streets lined with well-tended flowerbeds and trees, elegant facades on the sandstone buildings, the breeze cool and fragrant. A little way away, the majestic domes and spires of the university's central buildings gleam brightly in the sunlight above the lower buildings all around. A few quick enquiries soon establish that faculty offices are located in these surrounding streets of the quarter rather than the central buildings. It doesn't take long to find Professor Farrow's office in particular, and you climb up a short flight of steps to knock on the door. It is opened almost immediately by a group of three young men dressed very smartly in lacy shirts and bright cravats, who brush past the adventurers without a second glance, carrying on their conversation as they go: [COLOR=PaleGreen]"...quite mad, they say." [COLOR=Plum]"Yeees, quite, well... a fine line, they say, between genius and madness." [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"Genius? That old coot? I declare he was never all there to begin with." [COLOR=PaleGreen][COLOR=Plum]"Oh, well, come now, come now... very well respected in his field... don't you know?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Plum][COLOR=PaleGreen]"Yeees, his field... and... remind me, what precisely [I]was[/I] that again...?"[/COLOR] [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR]Tittering, they move off through the crowd. They left the door ajar on their way out, and pushing it open reveals a tall hallway, dominated by a heavy staircase of dark wood which climbs to an upper storey. There are doors leading off from the ground floor too, though, and one of them bears a bronze plaque inscribed with the legend: Professor Gilman Farrow. A knock ellicits a few moments of silence followed by a sonorous [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"enter."[/B][/COLOR] Filing into the Professor's study, you are first struck by the heavy smell of exotic cigar smoke which fills the place. The whole spacious room seems wreathed in a slight fog, smelling overbearingly of spice and charcoal. The walls are filled, floor to lofty ceiling, with bookcases, and every bookcase is crammed with books and files and pamphlets. These overflow from the walls, too, into drifts and piles which dominate most of the floor space. A few mysterious objects are dotted around - strange statues, two wands of carved bone, a large and exceedingly ugly clay urn, and a stuffed creature which appears to be some misbegotten cross between a peacock and a housecat. Whether these objects are intended as ornaments or subjects for research is unclear. Finally, behind a large desk covered completely in scattered papers, sits the Professor himself. He reclines in a comfortable chair, with his feet on the desk (presumably having composed himself into this attitude after you knocked), smoking a cigar. He is dressed in a shabby checked suit, but his shoes look like very expensive leather. One sock is bright red, the other bright yellow. He has a small beard, oiled to a point, which he now strokes as he regards the party with beady eyes and speaks. [B][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"I confess I have a damnably poor memory for faces, but you fellows look scant little like any of my students. I suppose you must be here about the job, what?"[/COLOR][/B] [COLOR=PaleGreen][COLOR=Plum][COLOR=PaleTurquoise][COLOR=PaleGreen][COLOR=Plum] [COLOR=White][sblock=OOC]Whew, that was a long post. There's a good chance I won't be able to post again until Sunday, so hopefully this should tide you over. :p[/sblock] [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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