RP:Pyde Seeking an Assignment

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Svilfon's Office in the Mage's Tower

The Fermin finds himself walking the halls of the Mage’s Guild, his footsteps echoing in the grand hall way. The Puppeteer squints as the changing colors of the tattoos around his eyes indicate the different types of magic at work here. Even though it was quite a display, Pyde had to get a mission finished with. The bored Rat hadn’t done anything in so long, not since the incident in Cenril. Though he had managed to recover his reckless actions, and was rewarded greatly. More power than a human could shake a stick at, and a title of renown. “Pyde, the Piper of Cenril” he liked the sound of that, now to see what other goodies were to be had after completing another mission. The Necromancer knocks on the door to an office, Svilfon’s to be exact. Though this time he hoped he wasn’t over looked due to his size.


Svilfon is sitting within his office in the Mage's Tower; a richly appointed room which is as messy as the thoughts which often run through the Sublime Master's mind. Scrolls, maps, tomes, artifacts of incalculable value... all are strewn around the room in a haphazard fashion. Behind his desk, the vampire is reading, as is his want, a book he... borrowed... from the hidden Xalious library. When he hears a knock he answers in a voice which isn't loud, but would clearly be heard from outside. “Enter.” The simple command also removes a few spells which ensure his door cannot be opened by normal means, and also a trap or two for anyone who tries to open it by magical force.


The fermin jumps up at the door’s handle trying to grab at it, but was just a bit too short. When he finally does grab the lever to open the door, he isn’t heavy enough to pull it down. So he tries getting crafty and pulls one of his string-less puppets from his belt, and using his magic to control the thing he has it climb the door using it claws. Once it reached about level with the door handle, the puppet sinks its hind claws into the door and pushes downward kind of doing a handstand in the process to push the lever down, and loosen the door enough for Pyde to grip and pull it open. Once done the puppet collapses and falls to the ground while Pyde picks it up and enters the office. Now while this was happening all Svilfon could hear was a bunch of scrabbling at the door. Pyde walks up to a chair in front of the desk, climbing up a leg to the seat, then pulling himself up onto an arm of the chair. He bows showing respect to the Sublime Master. “Good afternoon, sir. My name is Pyde. I believe this is the first time we have met before. My reasons for coming to you today are that I would like an assignment. I’ve become rather itchy to do something. So I had come by to see if you had anything for me.”


Svilfon hides a grin when he hears scratching at the door. It would be easy enough for him to open it, but he refrains from doing so, instead waiting behind his desk with fingers steepled beneath his chin. When eventually the fermin enters, the wizard lifts an eyebrow, hints of amusement beginning to show on his face, before he tips his hat. “I know who you are, though yes, this is the first time we've met.” To the rest of Pyde's words he remains silent, listening, before nodding. “I appreciate someone who is straight to the point, Arcane Steward. Tell me, what is it you can do? I have many jobs which require students, often such jobs result in promotions within our fine Guild... to those who're worthy, of course. But such jobs are often dangerous, deadly; I would rather an inclining of your skills before I pass such work onto you.” That said, Svilfon leans back in his chair, pale eyes watching the fermin beneath the brim of his fine wizard's hat.


Pyde bows respectfully, “Ah yes my talents. I’m a necromancer at the center of my arts. I command a horde of skeletal rats, I also have some puppets that have been created with bones as part of their intricate parts, so moving them without strings comes as a shock to my customers. I do disguise my art as a puppet show. And I can boast rather good performances under my belt. In case I have to escape from a conflict I cannot win, I drop my disguise.” At this the figure you though was pyde drops to the ground and the bundle he carried on his back stirs and undoes the bindings keeping it obscure. The real Pyde dressed the same way steps forth. “I usually hide the real me in a safe place and cast a spell over me so I’m not seen. If that doesn’t work I use an illusion spell that allows me to look like I’m in more than one spot and run away that way.” The fermin goes to the life size puppets belt holding out a few pouches, “The small pouches contain the bones of my horde, the large pouch is a bone dust I have from the remains of a dragon’s skeleton. I powdered it so I can use Calcimancy to combine it with my horde so they can become much stronger. And if any of my rats are crushed I strip them of their calcium and combine that with my other rats. And finally as a last resort, my flute. A hand me down, and a tool for my most powerful acts of necromancy. It is the tool in which I earned my title ‘The Piper of Cenril.’ I was on an assignment with Tenebrae when I obtained accidental power.” After all this the fermin may have appeared as if boasting what he could do, but that wasn’t the case. “Do you need any more information sir?”


Svilfon listens without expression as the fermin speaks; even when the faux-Pyde fades and the real one comes forth, the wizard remains motionless. He doesn't hear any of the words as boasting; he asked a question, any answer that wasn't honest would have been noticed by the Sublime Master and probably punished by setting a task involving finding a hidden locket in the Larket sewers... though, as a fermin, Pyde probably wouldn't too vehemently argue such a job. Nevertheless, the wizard waits in silence until the last question is asked, before replying. "Interesting." His fingers steeple again under his chin, though this time the two index fingers tap a rhythmless beat against each other. "It seems your skills are quite formidable. You have given me more than enough information." With a sudden gesture, Svilfon summons his Xalious wand, the ancient and arcane wood appearing within his hand. He begins to twirl it through his fingers while he continues to speak. "There is a person named Calen, known to Hildegarde the Silver, steward of Frostmaw. She wishes to join the Guild. For now, all I ask is you find this person and test them on my behalf... test them well against your illusions, your... pets... and your necromancy. Whether you tell them who you are or not, I don't care. Nor do I care if you choose to tell them I sent you. Just ensure they are worthy to join the Guild, and on your word alone I will allow or deny them access. It is important you do this well; weakness is fine, but internal strength is required. If you defeat them, if you choose to do it that way, it matters nothing... just ensure that they are willing to not run away and sully our name. There are other ways to test someone, though. You may decide how you procede. Do this well, do this right, and I will ensure you go from Entered Apprentice Pyde, to Arcane Steward Pyde." At those words, the Xalious wand stops spinning. "Which means you'll get a staff forged of this wood," he gestures with his weapon, "Do this well, and I will offer further jobs to you. Fail..." The wizard merely smiles at that, the look laced with enough menace to portray the consequences he doesn't bother saying. "Oh... and Pyde... You may call me Svilfon, Svil, wizard or Sublime Master... but never sir."


The necromancer bows respectfully, “I will do as you ask Sublime Master. If you do not mind my asking, what do you already know of this Calen? I will seek out Hildegarde the Silver so I may ask her what I can about Calen or their whereabouts.” The fermin pauses before he heads for the door, “Was there anything else I should know or do?”


Svilfon nods to the departing fermin. "My knowledge is not important here, Pyde. Hers is, yours is. Seek the Silver if you wish, she may know more. You can ask anyone you wish, you may do whatever you wish. I care little for how you do it, only what it results in. Test Calen however you think right to ensure she has an understanding of magic; strength is immaterial, just some talent in the arts. Ensure she is right for our guild. That is the task I set you this day." With a tip of his hat, the wizard dismisses his wand and lowers his gaze, returning to his reading.