RP:+3 to Arcane Stewardship
This is a Mage's Guild RP.
Summary: Bradyn, Odhranos, and Pilar are promoted to Arcane Stewards.
Mage Tower
Brenwyn absolutely despised having to interact with actual people, it’s why he had been given the role of administrator of the Guild: he loved and was incredibly good at paperwork but he very much hated people, his peers could not allow this promotion without there being some kind of horrid downside to it. That downside being dealing with people. Brenwyn had escaped Rynvale because of the people, there were just far too many of them. Alas, he can’t linger on such thoughts today. Before the spiral staircase, there have been some chairs set out: three front and centre, very clearly separate from the others for the graduands and the rest a little further back and purely for those who may wish to spectate the event. Brenwyn has situated himself upon the first step of the spiral glass staircase, his hands clasped together as he waits for the graduands to take their seats. Once the graduands have taken their seats – Brenwyn can only hope they’ve gussied up for the day – he clears his throat and begins to speak. “Welcome one and all,” his voice goes unheard, he’s used to the quiet of libraries and the tower. With a polite press of his fingertip and a small pinch of magic, his voice is amplified to the room: “Welcome one and all. Today we gather to witness the progression of these here students of the Mage’s Guild. They will come before me when I call their name and gain acceptance of their status as Arcane Stewards, leaving behind their lives as mere entered apprentices.” Brenwyn waits a few moments for this fact to settle in before calling the first name. “Odhranos Kerrigan,” he intones.
Odhranos gulps silently as his name is called out and he proceeds from the midst of the crowd, walking forward to take his position before the administrator. As much as pride and excitement suffused his core at the opportunity to graduate and climb the hallowed ranks of the guild he was so proud to be part of, he was still immensely nervous in large crowds of people, not to mention a crowd that was currently staring one and all at him. It is Xalious' blessing that he isn't the only one to be presented at the fore of the Guild, that detracts from his nerves somewhat. Striding forward, the mage's grey robes ripple gently behind him and about his legs, the fabric shining gently with a soft sheen, while the silver stitching across his chest gleams in the bright magelight. Taking his position before his chair, the terramancer faces Brenwyn and bows deeply, remaining standing while the other's names are called out.
Bradyn 's definition of 'gussied up' was probably in need of some work. The man was not dressed in an unkept manner by any means, but just about every article of clothing he was wearing save for the white shirt beneath his button down vest was black. This is supposed to be a celebration, Bradyn, did you not get the memo? Even as he walks to the three seats arranged for the graduates, his manner is stiff and his expression is emotionless. Odhranos and Pilar do gain some sort of reaction from the rather uptight Maharan male, both of them being greeted with a short nod before his gray eyes come to rest upon Brenwyn. Odhranos' name is called, Bradyn focuses on the ceremony's leader.
Pilar had never thought this day would come. But now that it had, all she could think about was how she wished Yozenra could have been there to see it. But the naga was still sick, and so Pilar was there alone. She was dressed in a simple green gown with golden accents, her tattoos completely covered. Her hair was braided and tied with a gold ribbon, and she wore gold studs in her ears and left nostril. She kept glancing at Bradyn, whose presence made her uncomfortable. He'd been there when she faced Larewen... Was he one of hers? Her eyes snapped to Brenwyn as the administrator began to speak.
Brenwyn would wait for Odhranos to come before him. The nervousness of the students almost made it all worthwhile. “Odhranos Kerrigan,” he announces once again as the terramancer comes before him and respectfully bows. “The Guild is pleased with your recent effort in Rynvale and dealing with a most dangerous kind of magic. It is a feat of skill that you are not dead,” which was true, Brenwyn has had to put some liability disclaimers in his letters to these students. Turning his body rigidly, Brenwyn receives a sash from a waiting assistant who drapes it over his now waiting hands. Turning back to Odhranos, Brenwyn extends the sash to him for him to take. “Congratulations, Odhranos, you are now an Arcane Steward of the Mage’s Guild. May you continue in your search for knowledge,” that was the dismissal, allowing Odhranos to journey back to his chair. Waiting a beat, Brenwyn then calls the next name, “Bradyn of House Mahara.”
Aerlithe only observes the ceremony from near the doorway to the south, desiring not to interrupt even if there was a reason for her being here. Instead, she just waits for an opportune moment, while taking note of all those present.
Odhranos couldn't help the nervous grin as Brenwyn mentioned the Rynvale incident. It was indeed a miracle that he had made it back in one piece, rather than having his atoms scattered the length and breath of time itself. He would have to extend his thanks to Alvina, Linn and Vilda when he next saw them, without their assistance he undoubtedly wouldn't have been there. "Thank you Administrator. I will endeavor to further our knowledge for the betterment of the Guild" he intoned the ritual words, almost amazed that he was finally saying them, after so long it seemed almost like a waking dream. Bowing deeply again, he returned to his seat, folding the sash neatly across his lap as he studied Bradyn, a faint smile tugging at his mouth as he remembered how quiet and solemn the man had been upon their first encounter. Turning to smile broadly at Pilar, he leaned across and murmured quietly; "Seemed like we'd never get to see this day!"
Bradyn had indeed been there during that last encounter with Larewen and Pilar, but that hardly means that he is one of Larewen's. The man is of House Mahara, not Dragana, and the two houses are often at odds with one another. Larewen only had herself to thank for that. The repeat glances lobbied his way would not be able to tell Pilar any amount of this information and it is exactly why each look sent his way goes unregarded. The man had no intention of causing drama during this ceremony for Larewen's battles were hardly his own, he was on fairly good behavior right now. Odhranos receives his sash from Brenwyn and then is dismissed, and while Bradyn is not normally the sort to be overjoyous and overly excited? Odhranos' walk back to his chair would not be a silent one, no hooting and hollering from Bradyn though. No. Bradyn does a little golf clap as congratulations for the terramancer. His own name is called and he steps forward, approaching Brenwyn, his composure still outwardly aloof.
Pilar applauded for Odhranos with the crowd. She gave him a small smile, and when Bradyn vacated his seat, reached over to clap him on the shoulder. “I know,” she whispered back.
Brenwyn does not offer Bradyn a smile. Brenwyn wouldn’t offer any of these students a smile! Smiling was not his thing by any means, unless it was in regards to a good cup of tea or a great academic discourse. “Bradyn of House Mahara,” he announces as Bradyn comes before him with a rather aloof composure, “the Guild is pleased with your investigation of the Fog Forest. We are pleased to hear that it was a more natural issue than something sinister,” the contents of such a task being too embarrassing to divulge to the public. Dragon farts, though, were now a topic of academic discourse. “It was not without risk and the Guild is grateful for your service,” he turns rigidly to once again accept a new sash from his assistant, turning once more to extend it out to Bradyn. “Congratulations, Bradyn of House Mahara, you are now an Arcane Steward of the Mage’s Guild. May you continue in your search for knowledge,” he intones to dismiss the vampire. Once more, he waits a beat, expecting that Bradyn should be about halfway back to his seat before announce the next name. “Pilar Solana-Mendez,” the last graduand.
Odhranos clapped enthusiastically along with the rest of the guests present. Bradyn was a man of firm morals and opinions, and the guild could do with people of his stern nature. In fact, although he would never mention it aloud, he saw hints of Administrator Brenwyn in Bradyn's personality, the same clinical precision. Smiling warmly, he nodded to the necromancer as he sat down, before clapping happily as Pilar's name was called out.
Bradyn accepts the sash without hesitation, bowing his head in a nod of respect toward Brenwyn before turning smoothly about and taking long strides back to his own seat. Back to his seat he goes, responding to Odhranos' nod with one of his own. He does not clap and call out happily for Pilar in this particular moment, and this is not an attempt to slight the woman at all. Bradyn is just rigid and formal and any applause she will receive from Bradyn will be reserved for her walk back to her seat. It will come in the form of a golf clap, just like what Odhranos' got.
Pilar clapped politely for Bradyn as he returned to his seat. When her own name was called, she swallowed. Oh gods, people were going to be... looking at her! She stood and walked towards Brenwyn, glad she'd decided against buying shoes with heels for this occasion. The last thing she needed was to trip and fall on her face like the last time someone honored her before a crowd. She stopped before the high elf, hands clasped before her, trembling.
Brenwyn is very glad he’s on the last student now. Soon, he can go back to his books and blissful solitude! "Pilar Solana-Mendez,” he announces as Pilar stands and trembles before him. He wasn’t even that powerful of a mage, but it did feel a little bit good. “The Guild is pleased with your work in Gualon. Whilst we offer our condolences to Gualon that not all workers could be saved within the brewery, we are thankful to Pilar for resolving the situation nonetheless.” There had been rumours of another being mage being in attendance to assist Pilar, but without any real evidence, Brenwyn must assume Pilar acted alone in her bid to help the people of Gualon. “A difficult task and one that certainly left us all curious,” he notes, turning rigidly to accept the last sash from his assistant before turning to Pilar and extending it out to her as he extended it out to all the others before her. “Congratulations, Pilar, you are now an Arcane Steward of the Mage’s Guild. May you continue in your search for knowledge,” ritual words for a ritual dismissal. Once Pilar has rejoined her fellow graduates, Brenwyn would amplify his voice just a little higher to address the tower at large. “Congratulations to our graduates and newest Arcane Stewards. May the protect the guild and grow its knowledge as they too grow in skill. We thank you all for your attendance today,” he sadly had no ritual dismissal for everyone else and had already been warned by his peers that telling people to ‘leave now’ was unseemly and impolite. So, Brenwyn merely descends from his step on the staircase and now wanders around as if pretending to be busy as some people begin to leave the tower and others come forth to congratulate the graduates.
Dergious takes the odd orb from the ground where he had placed it earlier and holds it up, peering through it. He nods, seemingly satisfied, and moves towards the tower's exit. The orb disappears into one of his many pouches.
Aerlithe at last moves again, intending initially to approach Brenwyn. Upon noting that the guild leader appeared busy however, she hesitates, a glance toward the south exit made, as she wished not to force the Administrator to be delayed in whatever he planned to do.
Odhranos got to his feet to applaud his friend as she recieved her sash, beaming from ear to ear as Pilar returned to her seat. "Now they have even better reason to be sending us into dangerous arcane situations, delightful!" The mage joked to his fellow Stewards, before folding his arms behind his back as they recieved the final address from the administrator. Once Brenwyn had dismissed them with all the social aplomb necessary, he turned to Pilar with a grin. "Drinks on me, tonight we celebrate!" Facing Bradyn, he extended a hand politely. "I'll extend the invite, but I'd wager it wouldn't be your cup of tea. Still! The invite stands. If I don't see you tonight, we must convene soon, I could still use a necromancer's input in my research, if you have the time to spare, Steward Mahara." The terramancer emphasised the vampire's new title with a smile.
Dezerae was silent for the most part, crimson hues heavily focused on the event from her post in the rear of the venue. Such a display from the arcane influences group was admirable but nostalgic. Once the graduation comes to a close, the feline pushes herself off the wall and strolls quietly toward the exit, making no haste to depart undetected.
Bradyn isn't one for making rounds and shaking hands during these social events. Pilar and Odhranos are once more regarded. Odhranos first, taking hold of that offered hand is giving it a firm shake. "Just send word whenever you would like to discuss your research. I have no qualms with traveling out to Xalious," where he most frequently seems to encounter Odhranos, "But you are also welcome to make the trip to House Mahara in Vailkrin. But you are correct, drinks...." Are not his thing, I mean they are but...let's not go to that dark place right now, okay? Pilar and Odhranos this time are given a stiff half-bow as a signal that Bradyn is going to be departing. "Congratulations to the both of you." With those final words spoken, the necromancer departs.
Pilar took the sash, glad to have something to still her hands. “Thank you, Administrator,” she said before returning to her seat. Not that she was seated for very long, as Brenwyn dismissed everyone pretty much the second her backside hit the chair. She stayed there for a moment, letting her stress levels decrease. She smiled at Odhranos, though it wavered when he invited Bradyn. Thankfully, her fellow vampire declined the offer and left. Not that she had any reason to dislike him, except that lingering fear. To Odhranos, she said, “I'd... I'd like that.” The two of them left the tower, and as they stepped outside, Pilar heard a crow's caw. She looked in its direction, and saw it alight on the arm of a man in dark clothes. He had been hanging around a window, and offered her a smile before vanishing from sight. She smiled to herself, sure she'd hear from him again soon.