RP:Seeking Support

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Synopsis: Trent intends to visit the mages for some helpful information and ends up meeting an Avian named Brennia. They discuss the ongoing situation in Schezerade.

Date: 04-27-2018


Mage Tower

This room is huge, and the entire place is covered in blue and white marble, with many torches and eight pillars reaching up to the ceiling to reinforce the room above, and keep the tower standing. The columns are covered in mystical runes, probably magic to keep the pillars strong, making them able to withstand pressure that normally wouldn't be possible. In the center of the room, there is a spiraling staircase made of glass, and also inscribed with the same type of runes as the pillars, leading to the higher levels of this magical tower. Next to the stairs there is a small desk here with a sign on it. At the top the sign reads... directions for all new mages. There is a door to the south, and you now notice that it too, is covered in the strength giving runes, that leads outside and a door to the west leading to the dormitory, a place for young mages to rest after their studies here.




Trent's booted steps echo in the large landing of the mage tower, his gaze searching out for any that could help point him in the right direction. This was not his first trip to the world famous tower, but unlike times previous, he may have come with an issue that was more easily dealt with, or at least he hoped. The day had been mostly spent shopping for new attire, in which he came away with a few new shirts and some fresh trousers. The pants were a little more baggy than usual, but they were quite comfy. Slate grey accented by a new black leather belt. Beneath his long leather jacket he still wore his clanmate's loaner, which he thought to wash and give back as soon as he returned to the compound. There was no weapon to speak of anymore, and nothing in his shopping venture had quite caught his eye. A weapon. This was part of his problem. And so, he stood against one of the pillars in the lobby, waiting for the return of the young mage that had gone to see if any of the more experienced magii were available for consultation.


Brennia ’s booted feet echo a while after Trent’s and there was another sound of something being dragged? Once attention was garnered there as a rather bored looking avian with shoulder length wavy hair and a serious looking naga who stayed either behind Brennia or at her side. A question was raised about her safety and the velvety sarcastic timbre responds to Thedez, “yeah, I understand we’re a little too close to Schezerade here, but that’s what you’re for - no?” A push of her raven hair behind a long pointed ear and those heavy lidded teal eyes look around before sighing, “I don’t see the mage leader here.” Her gaze catches on Trent and she adjusts her soft leather jacket before stepping nearer, “you. Have you seen anyone else here? Are you waiting for the same person perhaps?” Thedez came nearer and went to go whisper a warning to Brennia, but she stops him and he looks just as annoyed to be in her company as he relaxes back on his tail while keeping a hand on his weapon.


Trent had folded his arms over his chest, the metallic gauntlet gently rapping along the top of his bicep in an impatient manner. Ac old gaze of steel blue shifts over to the newcomers, taking a moment to assess each to try and place their position in this world. Friend? Foe? Magii? Dignitary? Warriors? The naga was given the longer stare, for Trent had yet to actually see one of these strange creatures in person. With Brennia's question reaching his ear, Trent shrugs. "There was a young man here not too long ago. He left to see if anyone was available for counsel. So far he has yet to return, which leads me to believe that he may have been right- There is possibly some sort of meditation session going on." He looks toward the staircase, "Otherwise, I've yet to see anyone else myself you and your friend, there. Strange, really. You would think such a famous tower would be bustling with busy bodies."


Brennia takes note of the body language she was receiving from the stranger, guarded, but he gets it entirely. These days though? She’s less so and it’s not smart. A pause after the stranger finishes, “I see… I guess they need that too.” The woman’s boots look worn and the closer she got the more Trent would pick up on his favorite scent, but more so he would notice those wings look somewhat askew - wounded recently and that she’s probably been footing it. Oh how bad that must be for a pristine avian… *sarcasm* Matter of fact her skin was darker in color, but on her face there was a scar next to her eye on the right and down her lips to the left. She’s recently been through some rough stuff and it shows. She pulls out a thin case that has vanilla cigarillos within and she offers both the stranger and Thedez one while Thedez just sneers at her she shrugs. After lighting a match on the bottom of her boot for her vice she takes a long drag and lets the smoke linger on her features, “well, ain't that a bitch.” A hand rests in the curve of her waist, “doesn’t surprise me though, not with the army being formed up in Schezerade, which is directly above here.” She would bittersweetly smile, but she’s lost that feeling.


Trent is cautious as Brennia makes an approach; Not because he mistrusts her, but more that he mistrusts himself. After the little incident that took place this morning, he wasn't too keen on being within grabbing distance of another living being. There is a gentle flair of his nostril, one blonde brow lifted as he swears he can smell that salty air of the coast, but makes nothing of it. The woman's attire, her battered wing, the recent battle wounds- he takes it all in while casually switching glances between her and the snake being. "No thank you. I do not smoke." he answers her offer as politely as he can. The human doesn't flinch though when the smell of smoke wafts through the air, instead tuning his attention to her words of a forming army. "Schezerade. The avian city? What army are you talking about?" Given that Trent has been locked to the city of Cenril for the most part, he has yet to hear of the recent news regarding certain evil forces.


Brennia blows her smoke away from Trent and meanders a few steps away in a halfway pacing manner, “the new senator, Vermillion,” she nearly spat the name and Thedez had mumbled something about ‘the false senator you mean.’ This got a brow quirk from Brennia, but she ignored the Naga for now, “anyway…” teal eyes settle back on Trent, “him and his army of the Flewminati along with some ogres and goblins. No place in the city is safe anymore, they are destroying it.” Can she even cry about it anymore, “I came here in hopes the mages would help take it back one day.” She chuckles shortly in a self deprecating manner, “hah, ‘take it back’? Listen to me. Never even had it.” Thedez mentions something along the lines of the fact every misplaces avian they’ve met wants a recount and it’s over half of what the population was. Brennia waves her hand as if it dismissed that notion and she looks to Trent, “you ever been to Schezerade before all that?”


Trent seems a little lost as the avian explains her plight, his head tilting slightly to the right to showcase his confusion. The metal digits that had been gently tapping upon his arm have now stopped, soon to loosen their position from across his chest and into his pockets. "Why would a senator destroy his own city? That seems counter productive. If he is building an army to wage war, would it not make more sense to invade other cities?" Trent pushes off of the pillar and looks between the pair once more. "How could the magii assist you? if it is an army that you face, would you not need an army of your own?" The latter most question was first met with a nod. "I have. Back when there was still snow on the ground. In fact, I am not sure how I first got there, but I was helped by one of your kind. I've been meaning to return, to gain entrance into the forbidden areas of the library, but life has gotten in the way."


Brennia nods in agreement, “it does, but the parasite controlling Vermillion is an agent of Vakmatharas. He just cares about death and destruction.” Brennia took another long drag of her cigarello before direly answering, “that’s why I am here. It could be any day they descent and take whatever they want. I was up there not long ago and rescued some of my students that were still trapped up there in the bard college. I saw first hand what they were doing and I have a feeling if I can just get in and cut the head of the snake,” Thedez clears his throat and Brennia rolls her eyes, “not you.” She shoved her free hand in her empty jacket pocket, “anyway… I feel if we take Vermillion down then the Flewminati would scatter and I can clean out the city. I have Alithrya backing my efforts, the bard’s guild, the healers and I still have some other connections I need to meet again, but I’m slowly gathering allies.” A tilt of her head as those wounded wings twitch in an unnatural way, “the library, huh? I hope it’s all still there when we liberate it. You think you would want to help?”


Trent's head lowered, his gaze dropping to the marble floor as he debates her question. Vakmatharas? That was some sort of God wasn't it? The human wasn't all too familiar on that particular subject, but he had heard things here and there. If a God was controlling this senator, what exactly could Trent hope to contribute to this fight? Still, he had a bit of a dog in this fight. He really needed to get into the library. There was a possibility that there were texts in there to help him decipher some of the runes that lined his gauntlet and tattoos. "Is the situation really that bad?" he would ask after several minutes of complete silence. Steel blue lifted and fell upon the avian and her companion. "I would be willing to fight for the side of the just. To rid the city of this senator that intends on destroying it." Trent then came to a stark realization. "In fact. I may be able to rally some to your cause... if the price is right." The human did not really want to charge the woman gold to save her home, but if he were to involve others, especially the Collective, then it would be certain that they may not join for free. "I have recently been invited into a band of mercenaries. The Steel Collective. From what I understand, they are pretty adept warriors from all walks of life. I... could perhaps talk to my leader and see if she too would be interested in this cause."


Brennia shrugs, “it shouldn’t be allowed to get any worse.” Thedez’s tail was tapping impatiently on the stone floor and Brennia glanced to him, “I know you’re anxious.” She placed her hand over her chest and bowed to Trent as she introduces herself, “Brennia Cadenza, you are?” She opts out of reaching out a hand to shake it because he seems on edge. “Mercenaries, huh? I’ve worked with them before. I lycan fellow let me borrow a few for protection of the bard’s college. I was the Dean there and I had run for Senator against Vermillion. After he sent his lackie to kidnap my good friend, it was the last straw,” she hesitated, it’s been sometime since she thought on Sidd, “I-uh... Lost, obviously.” She seemed bored with the fact and the moment was interrupted by Thedez suggesting they keep moving and find a place for the night for her to rest. After Brennia gets the introduction she waves a goodbye as she’s following Thedez out, “I’ll keep in touch.” Brennia a lycan fellow*


The human tried his best to be positive, offering a polite smile and a bow in return. "Trent. Just Trent." Listening to her explanation, he nods and offers sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that. With any luck, this man shall be fallen soon. I will speak with my employer and see if she will lend some of her best warriors to your cause. Once I find myself a new weapon, I would be glad to assist." As the pair began to exit, Trent fell back against the marble pillar and called after them, "Safe travels. We'll speak again, soon."