RP:A Shocking Addition

This is a Mage's Guild RP.

Summary: Cal finally returns to the Mage Tower in order to attempt to gain membership for the Mage's Guild. After forging his own storm staff from a bit of the Xalious Tree's wood, Dyraxdiin welcomes Callum into the guild.

It’d been some time since Callum had been to the Mage’s Tower. Things had not gone very well then for him and even now he was skeptical, but he figured he’d attempt to join again. He’d done the unthinkable and had joined Larket’s tournament, but then it occurred to him that… he really didn’t know how to fight very well. He did well enough the few times he -had- to fight but, usually he had Meri backing him up--the one time he didn’t, it almost cost him his life. And while he might not get the training he needed before this tournament, it was better for the Catalian pacifist to know such things and never use them than to be stuck in between a rock and a hard place and actually need it. Dressed in his usual dress pants, long-sleeved button-up shirt, and waistcoat, the raven-haired witch wandered into the tower’s lobby. It was all well and familiar to him from his last time here, but the people were not. “Excuse me,” he asked the nearest mage that was just heading out into the world after a grueling study session, “Can you direct me towards one of the higher ups? I’m trying to join the guild…” The mage gave him a once over, then pointed in whatever direction said higher up would be in before making their escape to get away from the possibility of newbie questions and to get a much needed meal in their stomach.

Dyraxdiin is the higher up that Callum is directed to, “Down the hall, first door on the right,” The mage said, before he left in a hurry. The door to Dyraxdiin’s cluttered office stands ajar. A myriad of books, scrolls and bottles are situated precariously on every flat surface available - the shelves, the book cases, his desk, and even the little reading nook serves dual purpose of hosting the aforementioned ‘tools of the trade’. The only surface not covered in some sort of book or oddity is a rather well-worn leather chair that the great wyrm currently occupies. A volume is held casually in his left hand while he half reads and half skims it’s pages. When a shadow is cast upon the door frame, aegean-hued eyes disengage from the book and rise to meet Callum. “How can I help you?” His query offered as he rises from his favorite perch, the book left tucked safely between the cushion and arm rest.

Cal went where instructed, taking a second to peer around the side of the doorway to make sure there was someone actually in the office. He’s spotted of course and when Dyraxdiin spoke, the Catalian offered a polite smile, “Hello! I was wondering if I’d be able to join the Mage’s Guild.” Should he even bother mentioning that he tried this once before and it hadn’t gone well? Hrm. Maybe not yet--if it even becomes relevant anyway. “I had previous training in magic when I was younger, but there were things back then I wasn’t interested in that I’d like to try to work on now.” A bit of parchment was handed over to Dyraxdiin, pulled from the satchel that hung from his left shoulder and draped across his body, the actual bag part resting against his right hip. On it was the various magical-related things that Callum had been associated with or still was right now, as well as his preferred type of elemental magic:

Callum Rochester

• Storm Mage/Herb Witch
• Attended Catal’s prestigious mage academy, with high marks in potion and elixir-making, botany and herbomancy, and his chosen field of storm magic (ie: air and water magicks and their subcategories).
• Worked for a cargo vessel that travelled from Catal to Lithrydel, to help keep the skies clear when necessary and do odd jobs that required air or water magic.
• Ran his own botany and potion/elixir business for several years, acting as a supplier for herb shops in Kelay-Sage, The Enchantment, and Rynvale, while also working in Cenril’s market district.
• Formerly Larket’s Royal Botanist, tasked with cultivation and maintenance of the botanical gardens.
• Self-taught healer, specializing in the use of water and herbal healing.
• Acted as healer during the most recent Titans of Winter Tournament.
• Currently a member of the Healer’s Guild, Neophyte rank.

Callum was hesitant about handing the parchment over--he’d written right on it a word that quite a few Lithrydelians weren’t so keen on: witch. But, if he was to learn anything, he had to be as transparent as possible. “I’ve been here once before, but it’s been some time since then. Another mage and I hadn’t really seen eye-to-eye on things and I was denied membership to the guild because he disagreed with me. I don’t know if he even still resides here, but despite all of that, I’d like to try again, if possible.” Oi. There. He said it. The raven-haired human was in full business-mode now, his hands clasped behind his back (for the lack of anything better to do with them right now), brows knitted together somewhat, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Dyraxdiin accepts the document from Callum while listening to their words. Well, isn't this strange? It's not often that people who seek to join the guild bring along a resume. It's actually rather appreciated. "Let me see, here..." He trails off in response to Callum's query to join. It's at this time that he reads over their listed experience and qualifications. The 'witch' part doesn't seem to phase the great wyrm and he finishes reading it over, before handing it back to Callum. "This is all well and good, but it simply explains to me where you came from, the things you have done." The Magister Templi turns from the Storm Mage and takes up a back-and-forth manner of pacing, while lost in thought. After a few moments, he turns around to face the man, "In order to help ascertain who you will become, I charge you with a task relatively suited to your current specialties." Dyraxdiin nods his head, as if just now agreeing to this after hearing his own idea spoken aloud. "I want you to create a storm staff, using this." He pauses, a hand gesturing to a rather plain-looking, unshaped branch leaned against the door frame. "Shape it to your liking, imbue it with a storm and put your heart and soul into the work. I want to see how you define yourself." The great wyrm clasps his hands behind his back, to await any further questions or, perhaps, concerns.

Callum was almost disappointed that his resume wasn’t too helpful, but nevertheless he eyed the other mage and heard what he had to say. The stick was also carefully observed as Dyraxdiin handed it over, to which he only replied with a nod and a ‘hm’. Cal closed his eyes to concentrate on not only his magic, but imbuing it into the staff as well. Static electricity made its way into the room, but hadn’t quite touched the staff yet. Two streams of water flowed from Cal’s hands, snaking their up the stick ‘til it came to a stop, hovering above the top of it. The twin streams collided there in that space above the soon-to-be storm staff, twisting and turning and shifting into an orb that looked nearly like a child’s marble, a small cyclone at its center. Then came the air magic, dark, stormy clouds forming around the water orb. Lightning crackled around it, the whole little scene above the staff looking like a rather bad day for a ship at sea. The winds and water were angry; for the moment, they could find no peace. And then something else happened, besides the storm. A few thin vines sprung forth from the staff itself, twisting and turning much like the water had, except these sought to strangle the staff instead of hover. When Cal finally opened his eyes, he seemed visibly concerned, but said nothing. The proverbial cat had gotten his usually silver tongue and a frown found his lips. The only time Cal ever had to ability to manipulate plants like that was when he was digging deep into his bismuth crystal skull’s magic--the same type of implement that several witches of the realm had possession of. He remained silent, his features holding uncertainty as he held the newly formed staff aloft for the great wyrm to take if he wished too.

Books and parchment scatter about wildly within the office, sucked up and blown around with the winds. Dyraxdiin ignores it, instead focusing his attention on Callum as he imbues the item with raw arcane power; really, the office looks much the same as it did before, a total mess. As the staff begins to take shape, aegean eyes watching all the while, a hint of a smile touches the corner of the great wyrm’s lips. Interesting, indeed. And soon, the magic subsides and the newly created staff is offered to him. “It is yours to keep,” Comes his deep, gentle tone, “You shaped that Xalious Wood Staff, now let it in turn shape your future. Welcome to the Mage’s Guild, Apprentice Callum.” Dyraxdiin offers a slight bow, and then continues, “Another individual has recently been selected to join the guild as well. We will soon be hosting a ceremony so that you apprentices can be properly introduced to the guild. I do hope you’ll make it.”

Callum would probably have apologized for the mess he made, except that it really wasn’t all that noticeable. He mustered a smile for Dyraxdiin, offering a nod, “I will certainly try to. Thank you. If any tasks or some such arises and needs to be taken care of, my home is in Sage Forest and I can usually be found there.” The Catalian bowed in return, gave a bit of a wave, and took his leave, so that the great wyrm could return to his book.