Whirtlestaff's Wizards' Academy Revisited, IC01

[KerlanRayne]

The elf enters the tower after giving Kerlan an icy look.

Kerlan responds with an overly innocent look. He overlooks Crus's eccentricities and waits for him to open the package.

OOC: Sorry Kerlan, I couldn't resist! I was just so happy to have someone speak up and tell it like it is. Are you going to put me in the Naughty-DM-Time-Out chair now?

OOC: No problem. Kerlan is very practical and I think he can handle a little praise.

 

[Scotley]

Tylara

Tylara hands over the package and waits to see what is inside and wondering if this fellow is entirely safe to be around.

 

[Leif]

Aside to Tylara

OOC: He's probably not. But that's what makes this all FUN, riiiiight?

IC post coming this evening.

 

[Leif]

Crus

Crus waits for all the wizards to be seated, and then he proceeds to tear into the package with great gusto. There are two cloth bags inside, and a note. Crus reads the note carefully twice over, and then he takes the smaller bag, the red one, and hands it to Tylara. Crus himself opens the purple bag, the larger one, and pulls out a Mithral scepter, which has a large star at the end.

"Oh, he shouldn't have!" Crus holds the rod aloft, and suddenly he is attired in rich clothing and jewelry as befits a king or emperor. "This gentlemen, is a Rod of Splendor!" And turning to Tylara he says, "Professor Claret thought that you might be needing that," he points to the red bag, "to assist you in your travels. It is only a LOAN, mind you! It is a wand of Cure Serious Wounds, and Professor Claret expects it back with at least one unused charge, but it is fully charged now. {OOC: I'm not playing favorites here, I just don't want you guys to fall short of success due to a lack of healing.} Crus also tells you the command word for the wand. {Indulge your imagination for this.}

IC: Crus moves to a table on which is a hand bell, and vigorously rings the bell. In short order a human lady dressed in a maid's uniform appears, and looks floored by the Crusr's newly spiffed-up appearance. Crus says, "See to it that the dining chamber is prepared, with the usual libations and snacks for a party, please." The maid curtseys quickly and hurries off to carry to the order. "Let's allow them a few moments to make everything ready, and then we can adjourn to the dining hall. I know that you have many questions, and I will do my best to fully answer all your desires." You make small talk for a few moments while Crus smokes a pipe, and then you ascend two levels to the dining chamber. The great, round table is heavily laden with goblets, plates, cheeses, wine, several varieties of fruit juice, and enough finger foods to feed a small army. Crus takes his accustomed seat in the largest chair in the room, and motions for you to help yourselves.

 

[rossrebailey]

Max takes his time with the meal. While he eats he waits for a sign from Crus that it is time to get down to business. Meanwhile, perhaps a few amusing anecdotes will enliven the mood.

This reminds me of a lovely dinner I enjoyed with some fellow travellers at the estate of Baron von Schnapps! He wanted to thank us for saving his daughter from a horrible band of orcs. We didn't have the heart to tell him that the orcs had willingly returned her to us! They had grown tired of her voice and began to believe that no one would want to ransome her. In any case, the dinner was excellent!

 

[Scotley]

Tylara

The elf slips the wand into a long neglected pocket designed for such things. Then she piles a plate so high with fruit, cheese and finger foods that only a one blessed with an abnormally high sense of balance and coordination could possibly manuver it without spillage. She takes a goblet of wine and begins to sample the food. "So Magus, tell us of your friendship with Professor Claret. I expect you've had some adventures in your time."

 

[Leif]

Crus

The Magus adjusts himself in his comfy chair, and takes a long drag from his pipe. "Oh, I know! Let me tell you one about your Professor Claret. When he was a student at Whirtlestaffs, which wasn't all that many years ago, he had a reputation for being a know-it-all, and he was always blowing the curve for every exam that was given. Now this was during my tenure as a professor at Whirtlestaffs, and Jack was one of my pupils. There was one time in particular when he studied, and studied, and studied, but he just couldn't unlock the secret of working through a particularly difficult transmutation. When test time came around he was beside himself, let me tell you! He passed, of course, but he didn't turn in the top paper this time. No, siree! His was the SEVENTH highest score! Well, poor Jack, from that moment on was "Old Number Seven" to the rest of the class! Yes, Daniel "Jack" Claret, 'Old Number Seven!' " Crus smiles broadly and sighs. "I wonder if he ever really lived that one down?"

 

[rossrebailey]

I don't think Old Number Seven has quite disappeared from the school legends, but rather has become a kind of a proverb to warn overconfident students. I didn't even know it referred to Professor Claret! chuckles Max.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Capizzio samples from the many varied and wonderful foods before him only barely hearing the ancedotes being spoken. In his years as a street urchin he never could have dreamed of such wonderful ... things! he not quite dicreetly passes Tylara just to catch a hint of her perfume, doing this seveeral times befor he finally sits, a slight blush of guilt coloring his cheeks and ears.

 

[Scotley]

Tylara

"Do sit down Capizzio, your making me dizzy with all that pacing about. I see you have several foods known to be aphrodisiacs on your plate. Planning a big night are you? The prawns with ginger mustard are supposed to be particularly uplifting. Are you thinking of a certain serving wench's ample charms." She takes a tiny, but vaguely phallus-shaped red pickled-pepper from her plate and drops it onto her extended tongue and rolls it into her mouth before giving a slight moan of pleasure as she consumes it. "Shall I slip a few of these home to your bosomy friend? They are most titillating." She quickly turns and takes a generous sip of wine hoping Capizzio doesn't see the beads of sweat popping out on her forehead from the spicy pepper and thus spoil the effect she was going for.