RP:The Grey Wizard's Visit

From HollowWiki

Part of the Phoenix Rising Arc



The Wizard's Welcome..

Synopsis: Luthentius the Grey returns to his native home on a visit, his intention to acquaint himself with the new order of High Born government that has emerged post the city's liberation from the Time Lord.

Characters: Arien, Luthentius,Ayameko, Durian.

Location: Rynvale.

Note: This rp is in progress and will be updated with chapters as it progresses.



Luthentius glides forth in through the archway of the door, leading in to the foyer of the house of which he had been invited to. Upon spying Arien in the near facility, the aged magi arched a brow. I did not expect to gain a personal welcome, Arien. I'm certain you have better things to do then to greet guests to the isle. The visage of the man was, per usual, veiled in an unwavering indifference, even so the tone emitted was hardly a harsh one.

The appearance of the governor when he saw her would be near surprising, given the manner in which she had been known to comport herself since assuming that mantle. Halfway down that grand spiral staircase, the elf seemed to harken more to the days when she had once prowled the world as a mercenary. Black leather pants fit snugly into knee high riding boots, and the flow of white silk over her torso would not be enough to hide awareness of the dagger vambraces fixed to her wrists. Shoales rested low on her hip, the magics of the blade shimmering to life in the presence of the mage’s power, and the back pack on her shoulder betrayed the fact that the elf was in fact a female on the move. The guards at the foot of the stairwell were placidly carrying the weapons that would travel with her..and a glance would be enough to reveal that the paladin was expecting trouble. The Spear of Harmony was not wielded lightly, and the aura that shimmered about the crossbow, deemed it anointed with holy magics. Arien’s lips curved slightly in response to his greeting. “ Then you will forgive my apparent rudeness Luthentius, if I admit that this was not intended as a personal greeting. We have been fortunate enough to cross paths. But I bid you welcome anyway.” She reached the foot of the stairs. “Have you eaten already today? Shall I ring for dinner to be served?”


Luthentius ' mercury ovals gleam softly within the dim lit area portraying the interior of the townhouse, it would become evident the sight would dance across the chosen attire adorning the length of the woman before him. A slight movment allowed the aged scholar to regain a comfortable stance where he stood; within his grasp rested a beautiful ivory cane, holding him steady. Do not mind me. I shall keep the servants occupied until I leave for Larket again within a few days, I assure you. Continue with what you had intended, Arien, I shall more than likely simply take a small walk and then retire for the eve. Another glance fell upon her, scrutinizing her from head to toe, of which he then would offer her a slight inclination of his silver haired cranium, Have a good day, Madame.

Ayameko had just landed and walked into her estate when she'd recieved the letter from one of the house servants. She then immediately turned and walked straight to the Royal Townhouse. Glad that she had chosen to travel in one of her simple but elegant gowns. She brushed the imaginary wrinkles from her gown and quickly smoothed any flyaways before entering. She smiled warmly when she saw Arien and then her Teacher. "Greetings Lady Illaren, Honored Head Master."

Arien reached for the first of the weapons, fingers wrapping around the length of the spear. Immediately upon contact with its bonded wielder, the cold fire of the sacred inscriptions leapt to life, the archaic symbols flaring along ivory and obsidian length as she slid it home into the custom sheath on her back. The Holy crossbow was retrieved and held with a hunter’s easy familiarity in one gloved hand. Despite the smile on her lips, worry shadowed her gaze. Some part of her feared their search had come too late. “Oh, You need not think that you shall have to make do with the company of servants my Lord..” she said with a soft laugh. “I have informed the heads of the Houses of your visit. I am sure they will make it a point to greet you..” And as if summoned, Meko’s appearance would be greeted with a warm smile. “My Lady Gloridol..a pleasure..as always.” Meko’s delicate appearance made her all the more away of her own lack of dress for the current protocol..but it could not be helped.

Durian walked up to the group slowly. He took in the sight of the Gray One and bowed. "Good evening, Lord," he said. He rose and bowed to the others. "My Ladies." He looked to Ayameko. "Lady Glorindol, I had planned to have this delivered to you, but since we are here, I will give this to you in person." He turned back to the Gray Wizard. "It is an honor to see you on the beloved island, my Lord."

Ayameko smiled demurely as she gave a curtsy to both Arien and Luthentius in return. She inclined her head to Durian as he entered and accepted the scroll of parchment from him and nodded her head. "Of course Lord Ilkan, I look forward to discussing your naval plans and the protection of our trade ships." She neatly untied her travelling cloak and draped it over her arm as she looked to the Grey Wizard, "I trust your journey here was safe my Lord Teacher." She asked, genuine concern on her face, "You had no troubles with the problems currently plaguing Cenril? I must admit practicing one of your exercises helped to keep them away from me while I awaited the ship myself."

Luthentius once again commanded his view to claim that of Arien's slender features to sight whilst she brought forth her light remarks. The details that trailed the light visage of her would speak of significant thought swirling within all but vacant mind, veiled, naturally, by the protocol he once was present to erect. Seeing as it was quite too late for him to object to the welcoming of the nobles of the isle, he would indicate his light gratitude with another inclination of silver hued hair, pinned to perfection against his regal scalp. Very well, Arien. Such will be quite amusing, I'm sure. With such the Wizard sensed the approach of yet another, whom he would also offer his glance toward. It was Durian the aged one how held in his sharp stare. The Wizard took notice of the bow mastered by the man, and as such he would automatically gain a higher thought than the mere servants that had helped him to the shore of this isle previously. The man was issued a light, but sincere, cant of head and a soft verbalization of greeting, Good evening. I am pleased to see that manners still exist here, Sir. Unfortunately, I've not been present on the isle long enough to recognize all of your faces. If you don't mind- who might you be? The document, gifted to him from Arien, had yet been opened, of which contained the current names and ranks of the houses and their purposes, hence he was currently fumbling in the dark regarding his own protocol of manners; something he was quite particular about. To Ayameko the elder turned and responded with a undertone of smooth, yet -always- indifferent, voice. My journey was sufficiently well. There were a few inconvenient ragtag individuals in Cenril whom desired to enrich themselves by the cost of my purse- yet such was hardly a view that is rare these days. Truly, the authorities in Cenril are appalling. Perhaps I shall allow the tide to go a little higher next time around, might allow them to think harder next time they see high elf.

A wry smile tugged at Arien’s lips at Luthentius’ observation. “I am sure, my Lord, that you shall be far more pleasantly entertained than I am like to be. The Dead Forest of Venturil is no friend to life in any form.” Which was itself a concern when one was on a rescue mission..two weeks late. A light bow was sketched the male. “I fear I am needed, and must depart for some few days, but I am sure that you will be pleased in whatever engagements the Houses intend to provide.” The elf turned then, to face Durian, with a quick polite nod and smile, “My Lord Ilkan..good to see you, as always..” Ayameko’s gaze was caught and the governor extended the intended offer. “You may treat the state residence as your own in my absence My Lady. It will need a hostess with the magus in town, and we cannot expect her majesty to disturb her routines to play at hostess. The entirety of the amenities are yours to utilize as you will.” Her smile fluttered to the surface again. “Just be certain I have an office to return to when I do.” Assuming she did. Another glance offered around, “I am very near late. I bid you all good eve. May the gods grant we hail each other again soon.” And with that, the governor was headed for the door.

Durian nodded. "Then I will be seeing you shortly, my Lady Glorindol." He turned to the Gray WIzard. "I am honored to have even gotten to see your personage." He bowed again. "Now I must bid you all a good evening. I will await your attentions, my Lady."


Ayameko nodded her head as she took in Luthentius' words and then Arien’s. This was the first she was hearing of the Govenor's impending trip but her visage was calm and collected. The governor did not answer to her and she was sure that Lady Arien's husband would likely be accompanying her on whatever had her dressed like a mercenary. "Of course Lady Arien, I will do my best not to disappoint. My Lord Teacher, is there anything in particular that you would like to see or do while visiting? I will not press anything to you this eve as I'm sure a hot meal and some relaxing time to yourself is what is best in order at this time." She then turned her attention back to Lord Ilkan as she replied, "Lord Ilkan it was a pleasure to see you again and I will send word before my arrival to discuss such matters of course. I hope the rest of your evening goes well."


Luthentius gestured a farewell toward the Governess before he turned toward Durian, Perhaps we can talk more once time is more ample for both of us, then. Good night. Ayameko was then next in line to bask in the attention of the elder, of which shook his head momentarily, Currently, Madame, I shall not burden anyone this eve. Tis late enough for me to retire after the tip from Larket, but I will make certain to send for you once I have received a good night rest and a pleasant breakfast in the morning. Also, I have a few documents to go through before the night ends- hence I must express my reluctance for socialization this eve. I wish you a pleasant night. That became the last retort of the Grey Wizard before he would muster a slight cant of his majestic head yet again, thus ending the conversation of any further speech of any present. With little effort the ancient scholar would then turn toward the staircase, and with a grace reserved merely for those of high elven origin would claim them to reach his quarters upstairs.

A visit to the Majestic Gardens

Synopsis: Lady Ayameko First day as Hostess to Luthentius

Characters: Luthentius, Ayameko.

Location: Rynvale; Majestic Gardens

A garden fit for royalty. Simple enough, that is what you have immersed yourself within. A large, cream colored brick wall seems to protect this serene garden from the outside elements, keeping this locale a rather secluded location or for private affairs. A tiny winding path carefully carves its way between a field of emerald colored grass and into a courtyard area to the north. Various types of trees and shrubbery, all finely kept and trimmed, sprawl about this area as a small fountain sprays water into the air, sprinkling its aquamarine liquid to and fro in a cool mist easily caught by a lazy breeze. White and pink water lillies float lazily in the fountain as a few varities of small fish swim within its limestone boundaries. Ample shade is afforded to the traveler within this majestical place as several of the larger trees planted near the brick wall hang over seats fashioned from silver and wood, bathing said pieces in cool shadows, away from the scorching overhead sun.


Ayameko had debated on quite a few different ideas. Each one seemed to either not fit her Teacher in her mind or she was unsure if he would like such an activity. She wasn't going to discuss politics as she was sure that he would likely get his fill of that at the Noble Meeting tomorrow. She took care to dress as a Noble instead of donning her student robes which she would have preferred. A simple flowing gown was her choice this day. She would need to think of something but she could at least offer up a few of the options she'd come up with and see if any peeked his interest.

Luthentius had woken up quite some time ago before he ventured out from his chambers this day; per usual the Wizard always took great care and consideration toward his exterior. The long silver stands were pinned to perfection against his scalp, and the majestic robed of cloud-hued shades seemed remarkably free from both wrinkle and dust. Extravagant boots carried the elder gracefully onward through the hallway, giving little notion of his approach by sound, naturally other then the cane, carved skillfully from precious ivory of which actually announced him sufficiently for those whom listened carefully. Smooth, calculated steps now brought the Grey Wizard down the staircase of this seemingly pampered townhouse, and once reaching the mosaic floor beneath, he would cast a slashing glance throughout the hall to spot his designated hostess for the remainder of his visit here. A fragile expression of warmth would rise upon an otherwise pallid visage, presented toward the woman in question. Afternoon, Madame He would muster forth, uttered with silky feel.

Ayameko would return his expression of warmth with an expression of genuine happiness. Her veil was ever present over the lower part of her face. The veil was a pale ivory with neat silver embroidery on the edges in the design of vines and leaves with roses randomly blooming. "Good Afternoon Lord Teacher, I was thinking that perhaps you might like to see more of Rynvale today. The gardens recently reopened or perhaps a visit to the Library or even a stroll by the harbor."

Luthentius claimed a stance a few steps apart from the woman as she began to speak, the cane brought to hold his position straight where he stood. The expression displayed was of utter indifference, a cold and quite calculating, as was his personality; naturally this was rarely a personal attack toward anyone, this was simply how the magi was to his core- and even so, the tone taken by the aged scholar was indeed smooth enough to be mistaken as amiable. I believe that I would enjoy the gardens of Rynvale. It has been quite some time since I've visited these parts of the realm. It is immensely different from when I roamed freely on the isle you nobles have now claimed again. Perhaps you can order one of the servants to fetch us some wine too, unless you are against such beverage this early in the day. I would prefer a finer wine, should the isle possess it, but I will not object to most that you'd present me with, I'm sure.

Ayameko smiled as she nodded her head and beckoned one of the half elf servents to her that she recognized and knew to be of good stock. She leaned forward and whispered her instructions to the girl before she took off. "They are quite lovely this time of year from what I recall. I visited them briefly before duties necessitated a few journeys. I must admitt I'm one that only recently took the mantle of leadership of my house and arrived back here in Rynvale. I spent a good deal amount of time in Kelay initially. I do hope elderberry wine is to your liking. A particularly nice vintage recently came to a proper age of fruitation."

Luthentius commanded a light nod, Very well. Elderberry wine will be quite sufficient. Upon her remark of being a novice leader, the magi would simply tilt his scalp as he replied, Hm. Aye I've heard of the nobles scattered across the land, only to be summoned back to the isle just recently. I read the heeding of Nirrarien upon the public board of Kelay. However, young Ayameko- despite your youth and your status amongst the other houses… You must recall; you are a high elven noble. What it meant to be as such back in my days is… evidently… quite different than it is today but the pride and grace… and not least..the strict rules of ethics and manners should still survive. With that the man would then gesture toward the doorway, indicating for her to show him the way. Such things, however, should not be discussed within these ways.

Ayameko nodded her head as the earlier servant returned with a small picnic basket. She took the basket from her then moved to the door as she says, "Thank you for your wise Council Lord Teacher. I must admit I've found some of the protocol laxed but I do my best to maintain it as much as I can." She pondered his words as a servant opened the door, "Please let me guide us to our destination." A second servant was waiting outside, one of her house servants whom she handed the basket off to as she stepped out and awaited for Luthentius. ((ooc regroup at the Gardens?))

Luthentius strides casually onward through the city, the always present clicking of the end of the cane against the harsh surface beneath would, however, emit to always announce the presence of the grey one. Glancing left and right whilst he continued onward was a brief distraction from the silence that roamed as they walked, seemingly liking being left to the solitude of mind, he remained peacefully quiet until they reached their destination. A vacant smirk would emerge upon the speckled lips of the elder as he came in to view of the beautiful garden. For a few moments the Grey Wizard was thrown back in to time by memory; recalling the time when he retreated back here after having an assassination attempt carried out. Aye, the aged scholar was an old and powerful politician, brought up with the when the Houses of the High elves was far more vicious and cunning, using all means to make their influence more powerful. Even a rumbling chuckle would emit through closed lips, vibrating forth by the amusement of memory. Last I spend time here… he began, There was a lot of turmoil on the mainland. Politics had drove me to this place. Where I actually met a very pleasant little number. The man chuckled once more before shaking his head, awakening from the dream of thought and became far more aware of his surroundings. Indifference once again claimed his features as he continued, You must have been very young back then, I believe.

Ayameko had walked in silence with a reflective mind as they'd ventured to their destination. The servant of her house keeping a respectable distance from them yet stayed near should his services be needed. On the way she would point out anything that was new or what was reconstructed. But for the most part she was quiet and contemplative. She did remember whispers of the politics and knew that her family had been among the ones using any means necessary as well. "I recall somewhat of the turmoil... I think that was when I was not allowed to leave the nursery wing of the estate when that was going on. In fact... I do believe my parents kept my mother's pregnancy and my birth a secret because of such things. It was a very different time then, not that I understood fully what was going on at that time but looking back hindsight brings 20/20 vision I'm told." She smiled, feeling rather honored that he shared such a personal detail with her. "Would you like a glass of wine while we take in the gardens my Lord Teacher?" There was nothing but respect in her tone and even in her posturing to him.

Luthentius did not verbally answer the woman upon her inquiry of the elderberry wine, toward the servant in their midst the magi simply extended a slender hand, of which was adorn with numerous ring; one of them being a peculiar seal of some sort, signifying an organization unknown to any but its members. Ever so slowly the Grey Wizard advanced in his steps, with the speed of a snail but with great thought of where he actually set his foot to rest. Hm, aye. It was often that the noble houses would conceal their heirs and children- but it not seldom where a child of a clan would be given as a hostage to another clan, in good faith and thus assuring that their current agreement would not break so easily, since the child would then be executed if such came to be. The elder enjoyed speaking of the old days, brought back much of his former warmth of which had slowly slipped from his person and been replaced by that of sheer calculated wisdom and thoughts instead. Naturally, the child would be returned after two years. We weren't savages after all. With such the grey one, with some haste, turned toward the woman, I wonder… being one of the houses quite in the middle of things. And especially one that handles something as important as trade, which keeps this isle literary alive, is the ambitions of the House of Glorindol still alive? I've read many reports from sources of mine. Not only because you are currently even the student of me, the Headmaster of the Academy of Magics, but in the position of power you are in… do you not demand more respect? This was simply the manner this male worked, thinking constantly, and this was actually a very good way of determining the actual limits of the woman and thus the house itself.

Ayameko nodded her head as the servant drew out the glass and then the wine pouring the magi a glass even as Ayameko was speaking so that the moment Luthentius' hand was extanded the goblet was being placed in his hand. Ayameko gazed at the different rings curious of the seal on one but knew it was best not to question to what it symbolfied. She was of the type that if he wanted her to know he'd tell her. She had deduced that much from him and was sure that he noted her curious stare to the ring while she turned over the knowledge being offered to her. At his question she replied, as she was also handed a slightly less filled goblet of wine than Luthentius' own. "Ambition is very much alive, I intend to portray with the deeds and the manner of protocol I hold myself to my House's Honor and worth. I sought out your school as I well know it to be the place to attend and to be a student under your eye I know that I will become one of the best in time and a true Master of the elements I seek to learn. I have found lately that there is no need to demand respect that simply acting in a manner that I should be and striving to maintain and excell expectations brings the respect needed and more. As a student of yours, it is true that in itself is an advantage if for the sheer knowledge alone I could gain not to mention the wisdom I can learn from you. I understand all to well what I have to gain. I can't lose or fail my House, that dishonor would be far to great so there is no choice but for me to do what is needed for my Country and for my House."

Luthentius ' facial features was unwavering in its stoic mask, veiled by the sheer calm and indifference portrayed, as Ayameko spoke. The goblet of which had prior came in to his possession was brought slowly toward his pallid lips, sipping from it in silence as the aged magi contemplated upon the reply received. A good answer to an uncomfortable inquiry. The grey one remarked, seemingly fairly pleased with his current company of choice. The Academy cannot, however, ~give~ you the power and influence you seek amongst your 'equals', even if you do become a great magus, it merely shows you the possibilities… not even close to the boundaries that are an actuality.

Ayameko smiles, the evidence of that smile lighting up her face as she gazed towards her Head Master. "I see no reason to be uncomfortable when answering such a question… perhaps because I am still young to not realize why it is bad to be ambitious… I'm sure if I temper it and not let ambition consume me it is fine. Just like everything in life, it just needs to be moderated and controlled." She then takes a sip of the wine, bringing it under the veil to do so. Her tongue wetting her lips glad that the veil hid that act, despite it being done for more innocent means. She considered what was added as she formulated her response. "My Lord Teacher Luthentius, I do not expect the school to give me anything safe for the knowledge to wield the elemental magic in my blood and control it so that I do not become a… loose cannon so to speak. Any influence or power I may or may not gain will be of course through my own merit."

Luthentius casually presented a risen steel- hued brow upon the speech heard, it was indeed the answer that would be appropriate for the discussion, but he believed it to a false statement. The school will indeed be a changing experience for her, should she believe otherwise she truly has not paid attention to rumors that he was well aware floating about the commoners. He will eventually forge her to think further than what would seem evident, something that will come to be whilst time passes, he's sure. A light inclination of majestic silver-manned hair would serve as a response, Perhaps it is your youth, I have not yet decided. He began, No matter what the endeavor the House of Gloridol might possess, politics shall always be the main weapon of choice, but knowledge the intent to use it. The goblet was once more applied upon his light colored lips, currently stained by the elderberry wine contained within the orbed vessel. The Grey Wizard's eyes divert momentarily from that of Ayameko's as he swept a considerable amount of the sweet nectar down his dry throat; thus taking the time to contemplate of the words to come. Experience will come even to you, eventually, Madame Glorindol. The trade of Rynvale is important, to say the least, I am simply saying that you should make the best out of it. The shade of the magi would then change, slightly. A slight narrowing of eye would come in to effect whilst he glanced toward the woman yet again, I trust you do comprehend that you shall not be treated differently when the academy grounds. What you are, and who you might be outside of my halls matters not to me when you are in my domains. As such, I advise you not to obtain a large head simply because we are currently socializing. This is quite a rarity, if it had escaped you. Make certain, youngling; people have died under my training. It is not an easy task. Intentionally the wizard would not mention that the people actually had perished due to their own stupidity and lust for power rather than he, himself, had slain them- he allowed it to be an option still, though. Vichlock had been such a good student, before he turned against him.

  • This RP is to be continued. Player had to leave before it was finished*


Checking in On Luthentius

Synopsis: Checking in on their Honored Guest

Characters: Luthentius,Ayameko, Nirrarien, Durian.

Location: Rynvale Royal Townhouse


Ayameko made her way towards the guest suite. She was wearing a simple but elegant flowing silk burgandy dress with a black satin underbust corset over it. The candlelight casted a certain shine like quality to it. Once more she was wearing a veil that covered from her nose down, the embroidered end of it dancing over the neckline of her dress. She knocked on Luthentius' guest suite door and her soft voice rose just a bit as she spoke, "My Lord Teacher, I came to see if you would like to see the Conference room and perhaps share a dinner with me. I was hoping that the Nobles would be convening tonight so we could make due on Lord Falirae's invitation."

Luthentius was currently seated within a fairly comfortable chair within the room of which had been assigned him the previous days. Within his grasp rested a considerably enlarged book, of which was now adorn with the scripture written by the elder male's goose pen, hastily but precisely danced upon its papyrus. As the vocals of the woman that served as his hostess during his visit here rose to attention, a glance was directed toward the door; with a grunt the Grey Wizard rose from his seat after having returned the feathered goose tail to its well- the book, however, remained upon the tabletop. Graciously he would stride forth and thus able to open the gate separating the two. A slashing sight fell upon the features of the madame before taking to word, Very well. I've been meaning to visit the room previously, but have had little opportunity for it. Luthentius, himself, was adorn in his usual robes of majestic, cloud grey colors and silver linings.

Ayameko smiled warmly as she gazed up to Luthentius, that smile reflected in her eyes. This visit had allowed her to become used to his cool and calm mannerisms. She inclined her head as she murmmured, "Then please follow me, I hope I was not interrupting anything important my Lord Teacher." She replied as she stepped back so that he was not crowded. She was ever mindful of his personal space. Her gait was measured and graceful with the hem of her dress teasing soft suede elven made boots. "If you would follow me, the council chambers are not far from your room at all." They would walk westward from the room and then take the Northern hallway.

Nirrarien 's intention of a visit is preceeded and announced by the materialization of a floating tome, its cover bound and rimmed with flames. The pages flick across of their own accord, 'til they halt on a page inscribed with arcane gibberish. A floaty, feminine voice announced, in similar a garbled language understood by learned wizards, Nirrarien's desire for presence, and establishing that the magi seeks immediate audience, and shall arrive in moments following Luthentius' permission to materialize into the room - otherwise he shall appear a few steps down the corridor outside.

Luthentius would command a slight tilt of the cranium of silver strands upon the initiative of the youthful high elf before him, and with such the magi shifts his weight to turn about; attending to the secrecy of his written word by a simple act of a subtle gesture- at once a shimmer of violet gleam surround the near proximity of the enlarged tome settled upon the Wizard's table, and within the second following the script would disappear. Before the high elf was able to return his steely attention toward the female in his presence, he came to observe a peculiar pattern materialize within his view. Once comprehending the intent of the summoned phenomenon, the grey one allowed another gesture be presented, hence giving his unspoken permission of unusual arrival to commence.

Ayameko blinked as she felt the magic in the air and turned from the floating tome to see Luthentius put his things away. Ayameko turned and motioned for a passing servant and whispered a few instructions. She looked to Luthentius as she murmmured, "I've sent for some elderberry wine my Lord Teacher unless that vintage has become to common to your tastes. I'll admitt it is a favorite of mine and I've been very happy to share this vintage with you. When I was a young girl, one of the few times I was allowed out of the nursery was dressed as a servant's child to go and pick the elderberries from the garden." She was slightly reminicsent on this fact but then she shook her head, her white blonde curls caressing her dress as she continued, "But I would not mind seeing to a vintage you favor more-so." She had told the servant three glasses and a bottle.


Nirrarien 's heralding tome promptly goes limp, collapsing onto the floor with covers open and pages exposed to the world. There seems to be little cause to any worry that the flames on the book will singe the guest room's lovely carpet as nary a reaction occurs between the plasma and the surface on which its base lays. One might wish to maintain careful distance however, for those flames spread to the pages, and steadily grow in height and reach, exuding a thick billow of obscuring smoke as they do so, though the gas is uncharacteristically pleasant against the back of ones throat. It fades quickly, just in time to reveal boots of finest leather step from atop the diminutive pedestal the book had become for Nirrarien's frame. Clearly, House Falirae had been willing to exude all expense on promoting its Head new rise to command the islands mages, for the Magistra's wardrobe has had a complete overhall. The colour scheme of powder blue and deep crimson remains, though gone are the thick robes that once fully obscured the noble's build, which is instead draped by an elegant blue longcoat, decorated with pulsating red swirls and runic symbols along the coats arms and bottom. A shirt of finest white silk is complemented by leggings of similar material, though these too bare the runes of empowerment depicted on the longcoat, which continue onto leather boots in a continuation of pattern. With each step a rim of orange flame passes across the length of each boot sole, though presently Nirrarien is still footed. "Silvermane," the pyromancer greets, "and Lady Glorindol." The Magistra bends at the waist, his arms lifting with the movement to reveal a rarely exposed Falirae heirloom; an ancient wand crafted entirely from gleaming ruby stone. "Forgive my, ah... Abruptness," as Nirrarien rises from the bow, so does the book snap itself from the floor to resume a steady hover at the high-born's shoulder, "but I find free time is scarse these days. I just wished to take a minute to check all was in order... See how well a host House Glorindol is playing, not that I should expect any them lacking in such an area."

Luthentius ' attention, while obtaining the conversation uttered from the young Ayameko through pointy ears, was currently unwavering from the scene of mystic commanded in to view. The patterns curling upon the fabric of reality was swift and precise, seemingly not unappealing to the stern eye of the elder. Once the leader of the House of Falirae was allowed to materialize to completion, the grey one decided to address him before that of Ayameko, clearly not due to irregularities of protocol, but due to the order of which he had calculated his remarks of reply. The first vibration leaving the pyromancer's lips was met with a elevated brow of steely shade; the name uttered often reserved for those within his circle of trust, yet such was hastily disregarded due to current events, and the position he currently was in. Naturally the aged scholar was not nearly elderly enough not to cast an scrutinizing sight upon what was believed to be an heirloom of sort, yet the remark was determined unnecessary upon the situation at hand. Actually.., Luthentius began; the smooth voice emitted was one of natural indifference, almost always taken by the Wizard. The House of Glorindol has been the sole house displaying even the slightest interest in my presence of the governed Isle- but even as such, she has made the trip worthwhile. It has been most informative, despite the lack of company. I've come to read a few documents regarding the isle and its governing houses, been interesting, indeed. We were actually just about to depart to have a view of the Council room, since, from what I've been informed, will not be in use while I still reside here. You are welcome to join us, should you desire. To Ayameko the Grandmaster of Magics now turned, addressing her in similar, yet even slightly more amiable retort, As a matter of fact. I've taken to liberty of sending someone to retrieve stock from my own personal storage. A wine from Enchantment, even. It shall serve us better, I believe, and such you might receive more appropriate taste for a high elven noble.

Ayameko's eyes lost a bit of that warm smile that had been in them. She was thankful for the veil as it concealed her lower face. She listened to the words spoken by Nirrarien and then Luthentius. Yes there was much for her to learn, her recent conversations echoing in her mind that she'd had with her Lord Teacher. Apparently there was a hint of the older days still among them, and she hoped it was not just the tip of the iceberg but no matter what, she would not let it detour her. She recomposed her face while Luthentius talked with Nirrarien and by the time her Teacher graced her with his attention, and the slightly more amiable tone she was still the picture of poise and grace, "Thank you for checking on Lady Illaren's choice of Host, I'm sure you were simply ensuring that Lady Illaren had given the correct choice in Hostess during her absence and not simply since she and I are both female." Her eye were guarded at this she curtsied in respect to Lord Falirae as she murmmured, "I hope that we find you well this evening Lord Falirae and I echo our honored guest's sentiment of joining us if you so wished." She was the epitimy of protocol in this moment. Listening to Luthentius she felt another smile tugging at her lips, that reflected with a twinkle in her misty pastel blue eyes. "I am honored to taste such wine from your personal stock my Lord Teacher as I know how little you actually do socialize and this is a rare treat."

Nirrarien :: "A grave regret of all, I'm sure," Nirrarien answers in an unrevealingly calm tone, "alas, there is much to overwhelm my attentions, maintaining the only passable teaching House on the island, as well as overseeing the progress of the many resident astronomers and cosmologists... And volatile personal projects. Please accept a personal apology, on behalf of House Falirae, for its seeming lack of interest in your presence." The mage blinks, "I know well the irritation of going ignored, and kept waiting." A snigger erupts from the hovering book, though it is silenced by the sharp rise of Nirrarien's arm, causing the tip of the ruby wand be utilized in a swift swat against the book's front cover. "I would also express regret at post-ponement of council. The proposed date was not convenient for certain Houses. However not all have alerted me to their times of availability... I am considering hosting another, two days prior, and those thoughtless enough to ignore forewarning be damned. The city soldiers on around us, no? The populace shall not sit idly in wait for decree to be made. Does the proposed date sit well with you, Lady Glorindol?" Ayameko is sudden focus of vision and word, blonde brows lifting in question, "say... Around the fourth hour, past the sun's peak?" Then is the mage visually overcome with uncertainty. To stay, or not to stay? Indeed, mention of fine wine has made the notion tempting... "I do indeed have time to socialize, and am grateful for the offer. Shall we?"

Nirrarien :: "A grave regret of all, I'm sure," Nirrarien answers in an unrevealingly calm tone, "alas, there is much to overwhelm my attentions, maintaining the only passable teaching House on the island, as well as overseeing the progress of the many resident astronomers and cosmologists... And volatile personal projects. Please accept a personal apology, on behalf of House Falirae, for its seeming lack of interest in your presence." The mage blinks, "I know well the irritation of going ignored, and kept waiting." A snigger erupts from the hovering book, though it is silenced by the sharp rise of Nirrarien's arm, causing the tip of the ruby wand be utilized in a swift swat against the book's front cover. "I would also express regret at post-ponement of council. The proposed date was not convenient for certain Houses. However not all have alerted me to their times of availability... I am considering hosting another, two days prior, and those thoughtless enough to ignore forewarning be damned. The city soldiers on around us, no? The populace shall not sit idly in wait for decree to be made. Does the proposed date sit well with you, Lady Glorindol?" Ayameko is sudden focus of vision and word, blonde brows lifting in question, "say... Around the fourth hour, past the sun's peak?" Then is the mage visually overcome with uncertainty. To stay, or not to stay? Indeed, mention of fine wine has made the notion tempting... "I do indeed have time to socialize, and am grateful for the offer. Shall we?"

Luthentius ' visage , seemingly unwavering upon its intent, remained quite absent of any and all emotion, a cold front of graceful presentation was displayed, even if such was immensely stressed upon the woman's remark of sexism amongst the men; he found it amusing, actually, that she would say as such. Was it so or not? He, himself, had not contemplated upon the issue to reply with a specific answer. The Wizard chose not to comment upon the statement, especially since he would sense it being directed more intently toward the pyromancer in their midst Quite correct, Madame. Socialization is not a matter that I infuse with much enthusiasm. Nirrarien was then, fortunate or unfortunate enough, to be given a verbal response, Such is comprehendible, Nirrarien…He chose to title him with his name in pure spite, much as he had been addressed with an alias by the very same. … I simply trust that such would not hinder your duties should I consider your entrance to the Academy of Magics, it would seem you have much to contemplate upon regardless of the university. No matter. I shall consider this quite forgotten. I admit I did not expect to be invited to such a gathering, hence my stance has not altered enough for me to thoroughly object, even if protocol has been altered. With that the Grey Wizard would incline a nod, and with little effort slithers past Ayameko, and down the hall way toward what he believed to be the Council room.

Ayameko had followed silently after Luthentius, having trust that Nirrarien would follow along if not overtake the lead. She pondered the recent developments as she noted a servant opening the door before them so that all three of them could enter. She brushed imaginary lint and dust from her silk burgundy dress and black satin underbust as she walked, her movements graceful. Her silk veil is checked to ensure that the rich dark silk is firmly attatched as always as she enters. Her white blonde curls flowing slightly like foam over waves as she walked.

  • Luthentius had a child underfoot so the rp split

After Luthentius Retired

Synopsis: What happened after their guest retires for the evennig

Characters: Ayameko, Nirrarien, Durian.

Location: Rynvale Royal Townhouse Parlor


Nirrarien has made himself quite comfortable, even going so far as to prepare and light himself a long pipe taken from within the Magsitra's coat. His fellow nobles are viewed with interest, though focus eventually falls on Ayameko. She is gifted with a sigh. "Forgive passive aggressions," Nirrarien implores, seemingly with sincerity, "it says much for my character that as soon as the watchful eye of the Governor is turned from the island that I would seek out the failings of my fellows, hmm?"

Durian kissed the back of Ayameko's hand. "Good evening, my Lady." He turned to Nirarrien, "and to you, Lord Nirrarien." He sat down and sighed. "Perhaps it does. But it's more worrying that you would do that at all. We are not in a position where we can afford to be at each others' throats."

Ayameko inclines her head to Nirrarien as she replies, "Your apology is accepted Lord Falirae. Though I have a few questions I wish to address with you in a private audience if you would be so kind." She gave Durian a gracious incline of her head as she replied, "Good Evening to you as well Lord Ilkan. I have been meaning to follow up on your invitation and would endeavor to do so after our Honored guest the Lord Luthentius has departed, as duty dictates time must be spent central around him at this time."

Nirrarien nods to Durian, "and to you, Lord Ilkan. You are correct. I fear the age-long stability of House Falirae, and the," his own sentence is interrupted by a loud chuckle, "age of its Head might have us frozen in the old ways, when the Houses actively competed for favour. In such a mindset, it could easily be interpreted as a a joint attempt by Houses Illaren and Glorindol to upstage House Falirae by leaving First House duties in the hands of the Fourth whilst the Governor is elsewhere, no? An unfortunate failing, on my part. Ari-... Lady Illaren knows the High Magistra is forever too busy for such things... And indeed seems the Lady Glorindol is doing a tremendously well job of keeping basic order." Ayameko is given raised brows, in symbolism of Nirrarien's curiosity, "of course. I would be happy to indulge curiosity."

Nirrarien told Ayameko, "Perhaps we could convene via telepathy."

Durian smiles slightly. "Even so," he says. "We need to focus on rebuilding." He leans back and nods to Ayameko. "Of course, my Lady. Whenever it is best for you."

Ayameko smiles as she inclines her head to both listening quietly. If his comment about being far to busy was a slight she didn't comment on it. Instead she whispered to a servant to bring refreshments as she replied, "I think all of us have the interests of Port Rynvale at heart."

Ayameko told Nirrarien, "::His attempt at telepathy is met with a strong barrier. One that is far greater than she could have possibly put up in her mental defenses:: ((ooc sorry previous rp from when Aya was a slave is in place there))"

Nirrarien had not intended the comment as insult, thought might be tempted to form one if he were aware of such an interpretation. Blissfully ignorant, however, he merely nodded, "rebuilding is primarily finished. Society functions, and is moderately well defended. Our focus right now is ensuring that we can continue to grow and prosper further." A thoughtful draw on his pipe follows suit, then comes the verbal release of the Magistra's musings, "I had asked earlier, but not heard reply. Another attempt at council, two days from now? Around the fourth hour, past the sun's peak? Houses Nonalla and Phenthae have not expressed their availability, so I am inclined to disregard them. They shall have plentiful forewarning, after all, and to miss council shall be their own prerogative."

Durian cocked his head slightly. "Our defenses are far from acceptable, Lord Falirae. As to the timing of a gathering, I belive that your proposal will suffice." He sipped some wine from one of the servants. "However, we also need to discuss the Arts, do we not? You asked me about the Fire of the Eastern House the last time we spoke. Have you any further thoughts on the matter?"

Ayameko listened to the two men as she says, "I know Lord Larethian has been working extensively with his troops. He means to have his troops aboard any trade ship so I was thinking that perhaps it would be good for the three of us to coordinate a bit more Lord Ilkan." She contemplates, "I suppose we could consistantly update defenses. that is never a bad idea."

Nirrarien shrugs in response, "there is bound to be difference of opinion amongst the Houses. That is why each is given equal say in council, regardless of standing. Though you do raise a point. One thing the military -is- lacking is mages, we should soon meet to discuss collaboration on teaching them." The Magistra's head cocks in bemusement, "your fire would differ from mine?"

Durian nods his head. "Yes, Lord Falirae. The Eastern House only produces a few truly gifted Mages in a generation, but we have a connection with Fire. It runs in our blood." He smiles slightly. "I have spent most of my life studying Earth and Air to try and overcome the impulsive nature of my House."

Ayameko tilts her head as she listens, "You may well want to seek out our Honored guest about potentially becoming a student of his. I am currently studying the element of Earth under him myself. I'm afraid my studies were interrupted durring the take over so I am slightly behind in my magic prowess myself."

Nirrarien said, "In my darkest moments, I consider undertaking the suspicion Luthentius makes attempt to specifically alienate me from the teachings I have sought from him in the past. But it is indeed worth attempting to gain his attention, if you can keep it long enough to glean anything of use."

Durian nods his head. "If that were possible, it would of course be an honor. However, I am quite unsure of how to approach the Gray Wizard without offending him in some way." He sighs. "I wonder if I'm too careful about the impulsiveness of the Eastern House."

Nirrarien said to Durian, "Lick his heels, and he'll listen long enough."

Ayameko blinks as she says, "I was not aware that we are both fellow students of our Lord Teacher Lord Falirae. I have found that it is mostly me having to come to him regarding lessons. Politely of course." She wondered about that statement. "Simply be respectful Lord Ilkan and speak honestly and genuinely to him of your desire to learn and he seems to be accepting enough.

Ayameko said to Nirrarien, "Lick his heels? If you are insinuating that I do that Lord Falirae I do no such thing."

Nirrarien said to Ayameko, "Of course, Lady Glorindol."

Durian checks the motion of his hand. "If you are being as crass as I think you are, Lord Falirae, I really must suggest you leave. Such words have no place in front of a lady, let alone directed towards her."

Ayameko stands at that as she says, "I think it is time I bid Good evening and retire to bed. May you both have a pleasant evening."

Nirrarien said, "Seems jest via exaggeration has gone beyond intention. A shame, and regrets for misinterpreted insult. Not every note of affiliation bares the finger of accusation. I shall be leaving, however, much to accomplish,"

Nirrarien said to Ayameko, "Drop by the Falirae estate, any time. I am keen to satisfy personal query."

Ayameko sweeps int a curtsy at both before turning to head to bed. "Just so you know Lord Falirae, time management skills may also need to be in your lesson plan. I have balanced my duties all quite well and have made progress on nearly all fronts including personal projects. Stop using excuses and casting stones and you may well find you can do the same. Respectuflly said of course, for the betterment of our Port city."

Durian raises an eyebrow. "If you say so, Lord Falirae." He rises and offers Ayameko his arm. "Will you allow me the honor of walking with you, my Lady?"

Ayameko looks between the two nobles, and remembering her chat with Luthentius just the other day she inclined her head as she slipped her hand into the crook of the offered arm, "Thank you, with the pirates I've been hearing rumors of one can never be to careful."

Nirrarien said to Ayameko, "A High Magistra's work is never completed, m'lady. Trepidations duly noted, however. Have a pleasant evening."