The Mage's Guild Commencement Ceremony 2022

Part of the A Few Fox Tales Arc

This is a Mage's Guild RP.

Summary:The Mage Guild Pats itself on the back in a ceremony. People get ranks. Inks has the traumatic loss of her husband thrown in her face. I don't know what you're expecting from this synopsis.

Lanlan :: Once, not so long ago, the Xalious tree was the most glorious example of magical power in all the land. Its shimmering foliage of silver and gold would bounce and dance independent of gravity or wind. Now it hangs heavy and dark, glossy with putrid sap oozing from its veins like pus out of an open wound. Its bark was a deep, rich brown suit of nigh impenetrable armor. Now it’s mottled with sickly gray and black spots; flaky looking. The blue glow it used to bathe the area in replaced by a clawing shadow that darkens the stage and the rows of chair designed to seat the audience. Yet light still shines! Several members of the mage’s guild here to honor their colleagues and friends, have a wispy star of magelight shining out of the gnarled heads of their Xalious wood staffs. The shade was never oppressive, but its clear that it would never overcome the light of the mages. As the rows of seats are gradually filled, it is often by friends and family, here to support their loved ones, as well as citizens of the village who always have a vested interest in the guild’s progress.

Lanlan :: Sounding softly is a single violinist, playing a low and slow tempoed song. It’s not quite…a sad song. But its often melancholy chords might tempt sorrowful memories for some. But the song would continue! And the notes would rise into something approaching triumph…! Only briefly, and then another stretch of somberness. After hearing it briefly, you’d come to realize the somber moments would only be temporary. There was always hope for a more vibrant rise.

Lanlan  :: The wait staff are beings inspired by Sal, Iintahquohae’s lovelorn mannequin. These wooden golems carved and polished into person shapes wander toward crowds and cliques, offering free concessions. No life in them now, no soul, like what Sal has in abundance. One has pickled eyeballs. Though they weren’t alive, not even close, the golems were modest. They covered their smooth grainy skin with black waiter garments and white aprons.

Valrae arrived precisely on time. The carriage was opulent and white, drawn by four horses and long enough to seat nearly a dozen passengers. Instead, it only held four. Herself, Jaxson and two guards that would follow them throughout the night like silent shadows. She’d fussed with her hair for half of the ride over, the other half was spent chattering nervously to Jaxson about anything between the weather and the current state of the Cenril Cubbies baseball performance. She’d worn her hair down, the long curls of it free to waterfall down her back and over her shoulders, with only the triple moon diadem that marked her as a High Priestess and a witch atop her head. She wore no other jewelry, save a small golden ring on her right thumb. Her makeup was simple, with only a hint of pink dusting over her eyelids and cheeks, the same color dewy on her lips. The gown she’d chosen was sheer, the fabric a blue gossamer silk so light it almost appeared white over the outline of her bare legs and arms. It clung to the curves of her body, the fine embroidery of delicate flowers crowding around the bodice and her hips, pale white and blue blooms that preserved her modesty. Sparrows of soft pink were stitched in flight on the short train of the skirt, at her hips and her chest. The neckline plunged low, the outline of ivy framing the tanned skin at her collarbones and down to the bottom of her sternum. She’d worn heels high enough to break ankles, if one were less seasoned at wearing them, and used Jaxson for support when she made the small trip down the stairs of the carriage. Her eyes found the tree first, as they often did when she was near, and a frown bowed the corners of her gloss painted lips. The music was more sober than she imagined it might be for such an event, even if it matched the feelings that rose within her when she looked upon the once thriving tree. “I wonder what he was thinking,” She murmurs to Jaxson, meaning Lanlan because she assumed the lighting and mood were his doing. It didn’t take long for the message to reach her though, and that had tears threatening to ruin the work she’d put into lining her eyes. “It is lovely though, isn’t it?”

Meri :: Magik might not be able to make it, but that does not stop his other half from making a potentially brief appearance, with a purpose. Family was being celebrated at this event, and so the blonde woman appeared dressed in a black pants suit. She's actually worn this outfit before, at the Gala of Love earlier this year...but Meri's not one to care if she recycles outfits for events. Given the purposes of today's ceremony, Meri has brought a basket that holds exactly three bouquets of flowers, each of them tagged 'from Magik and Meri.' A basket might be keeping one hand occupied, but the other is still free to hold a whiskey. So before Meri starts to make her rounds, she's off to find a drink. Then she'll try and mingle, long enough to give people their flowers at least.

Jaxson travels alongside the woman he has become increasingly invested in on so many levels in just this last month, Valrae Baines. Once more the pair are whisked away by the call of social responsibilities, though in particular this night holds importance to the Red Witch, and really that was all the Ravencroft heir needed to hear. So from Cenril's cobbled streets through the countryside due they travel, the money spent on the guards that protect the pair proving to be earn every coin to ensure they arrived safely. Jax hardly noticed any of them, or the rather nice countryside setting, for almost the entirety of the trip the man was lost in the beauty that is the woman he shares his company with. She was tunning, in every sense of the word. The effort she put into every detail, and the slight nerves he was beginning to start being able to see show through in a playful way that he can't help but smile at like a total love struck goof. It was a well deserved break from things, and time away from all the issues she deals with was much needed. The only thing the man could say would have made it better was if little Finn was able to be there, as the little tike had grown on the man. As they neared the event, Jaxson is forced to pry his eyes finally away from Valrae so he can venture out and aid his lady down from the carriage. In contrast to her, the man wore a finely tailored suit of high quality, stitched to match Valrae's outfit closely but not identical. It is a good suit, but no Kree' original piece. The shades compliment Valrae's and even the scarf square folded and tucked neatly in his suit jacket pocket is the same shade of pink as hers. He even had the bird etching done. Its a timeless look, a classic. His role tonight? Arm candy and support, and the man goes about playing his role with gusto like any proud partner should. This event was her's, and he was here for it. Listening to her question, he offers a simple shrug, he doesn't know this Lanlan, save for the little they interacted that night on the Sullen Siren. But, to her other question he simply adds a quick. "Truly astonishing, but is all pales in comparison to your this night." And he'd give her a look over again, taking in the moment of feeling like the luckiest guy around.

Iintahquohae would rather be anywhere else but here, but she had to step back into society one way or another instead of remaining cooped up in her shop day in and day out. Recent events have the shop in dire need of repairs anyway, which gave her an excuse to attempt socializing instead of her last foray out into society that involved tracking and attempting to beat down a wolf. Keyword is attempt, here. For now and then. A nagging loose end needed to be cut tonight, too. With a black shoe box secured shut with a length of red ribbon tucked under one arm and an adjustment of her jacket's hood to cover a recently blackened eye, her changed hair and... new ears, the seamstress steps into view, heads for the nearest empty chair she can find assigned for apprentices. The plan here is to not draw too much attention to herself and pass along a gift, probably steal a much-needed hug if she can, pull the Sublime Master aside for a few words before her departure. No elaborately decorated gowns tonight. Just black leggings and well-loved boots, a grey 'wifebeater' of sorts, and a black hooded sweatshirt over top of her gaunt, lanky frame. Ignore the silver and lavender-tipped fox tail swishing behind her. It's a long story. The wait staff chosen for the night are amusing, at least. Thank the gods Sal didn't decide to tail her on the way to Xalious. For her and Lanlan's sake. So much for the plan to not draw attention to herself. Val's in sight, and the box she's toting is for the witch. Back on her feet again, box under an arm, and Inks is making her way toward Val and her partner, who she'll give a better look at after awkwardly clearing her throat to get the witch's attention.

Blaire had dressed for the occasion. She'd equipped a wide brimmed, pointed hat and matching half-length jacket with excessively long sleeves. Both in a blue so deep it matched the almost black of the night sky. Complete with twinkling stars across the deep blue that seemed to be somewhere deep inside the cloth rather than simply attached to the surface. As if she'd simply spun the sky into a bolt of cloth and used it to sew. What's more the inside of both garments seemed to glow a deep, soft blue that cascaded over the vampires hair and shoulders as well as giving a slight tint to the alabaster white skin of her exposed midriff beneath the matching black half-shirt she wore. Keeping with the theme, her pants were a soft and shiny black leather that blended seamlessly with her high heeled platform boots. As spectacular as her clothes were, Blaire didn't actually make any sort of grand entrance. She simply came walking, taking in the pageantry of everyone else from behind silver-tinted spectacles.

Karasu revels in the transformation the scene has taken as she approaches the Xalious Tree. The magelights dancing to and fro from the gathered groups of people and wooden concierge are nearly enough to make her forget that she and Quintessa must keep an eye out for courier ravens from the Warrior’s Guild to tell them what reinforcements will be needed, if any. A quick scan of the sky reveals only the striped raccoonbats from the nearby caverns that take refuge from the lights in the sickly tree’s boughs. Karasu holds her head high as she steps into the light. While it seemed rather somber, it was also rather appropriate given that she was still in mourning for the comatose Odhranos and the deceased Dyraxdiin. Taking her natural demifeline form tonight, black-diamond studs decorate the rounded ears peeking out from Karasu’s deep violet curls, which have been pinned back with black rosettes. When she was still a child, begging anyone to take her on as an apprentice, she had been so self-conscious about her malformed humanoid ears; now she allows the gnarled skin to be displayed openly and to catch the breeze from between locks of curls. Similarly, she has allowed her long bangs to be pinned back, showcasing the blackened scars adorning the left side of her face from her time being a plaything for a lich and a megalomaniac. In place of a bustier or corset, Karasu has opted to wear a gilded chest piece and pauldrons, blackened steel with golden trims. Black chiffon lantern sleeves extend down her freckled arms, and a similar black chiffon skirt extends from underneath the tassets of her armor, where gilded steel heeled boots click along the flooring. With her injured date at her side, Karasu is first to react to perceived dangers, often clashing with the vampiric lady-in-waiting to protect the Countess. These dangers are mainly the threat of her sling bumping into others.

Quintessa had not arrived alone today but all the same she had left behind her typical entourage in Vailkrin, opting not to bring them along to such a sacred event. Instead the changeling only employs a single Lady-in-Waiting, a vampiric woman of average height who was dressed specifically unimpressive to make Quintessa look better in comparison. The Countess herself was dressed in a stunning full length gothic gown, however, constructed from sheer mesh and decorated with lace trim. Her bodice is a bustier style with structured boning, long flared sleeves, and a low square back to show off her pale skin in contrast with the dark mesh. Though her left arm was severely injured Quintessa would not let this stop her from looking good, choosing to wear a sling that matches her dress, adorned with small, sharp, silver studs that glimmer in the moonlight. Upon her head the countess wears a tiara, also silver with black onyx gemstones set into it, and on her right hand she wears a large, platinum talon on her middle finger, one which she idly taps on her bottom lip whenever she feels a little nervous about tonight. Not letting Karasu too far out of reach, she follows her as she gazes at the magelights and decorum above, happy that this year would at the very least be better than the last. Making her way to find a seat Quintessa does get distracted by the jar of eyeballs for a moment, instructing the mannequin carrying them to just follow her around with the jar since nobody else was going to eat them. When Tessa finally goes to take her seat her handmaiden tries to help, and when Karasu is quick to swoop in and assist the countess first the vampire rolls her eyes in silent annoyance. She wouldn’t dare speak out of line to the spellblade though, not if she wanted to make it back to Vailkrin in one piece. With her lady-in-waiting seated next to her the changeling leans over to softly ask for her pipe, to which the vampire responds by searching through her bag for it silently and handing it to the changeling unceremoniously.

Karasu said to Quintessa, "I spy with my little eyes some pickled eyeballs. Lanlan knows how to throw a party. How many do you want, love?"

Quintessa said to Karasu, "Just a couple for now but..." Quintessa seems distracted, looking around at everyone here as if she's looking for someone. "It's hard to get the feeling that's there's going to be another ambush out of my mind. Sorry, I shouldn't be thinking about that at a time like this..."

Valrae ’s cheeks bloom a shade of pink that matches the birds stitched on her dress. “Flatterer,” She accuses the Ravencroft hier playfully, leaning her shoulder into him. It wasn’t long before she spotted familiar faces. Karasu and Quintessa had arrived and she offered them a friendly smile from across the growing crowd. Meri was there as well and Valrae had just begun to lead her path twoard the blonde when Iintahquohae caught her eye. The smile that sprung to her face faltered when she neared enough that the witch could see the thinness, hardly hidden beneath her clothing. Val pulls away from Jaxson, moving to bring the much taller vampire in for a tight hug. “I’ve missed you!” She starts, pulling away while keeping her hands on the other woman’s shoulders. “You haven’t been eating enough,” She accuses, a motherly tone she usually reserved for Finn escaping her despite herself. “It’s good to see you though.”

Lanlan spots his sometimes friends (often enemies) and usual collaborators as they arrive. At first he's drawn to Inks. Ah, but what if she'd brought up Odhranos? Maybe if he had reclaimed his sleeping body, he'd be able to approach Inks with good news. But not now. Instead? He finds Blaire. "So good to see you again!" Did they ever share names? "I'm Lanlan, in case you forgot," he says with a hint of sarcasm. His eyes sort of linger on Blaire's outfit for a time. He doesn't seem to notice if it becomes awkward for them. "Did Inks make those? I didn't know she was still in business." With anyone else, he means.

Meri :: Once Meri finds a drink, her next goal would be to locate herself some ample seating. She wanted to be able to snag certain individuals as they were making their way off the stage. Why? Well note that basket of flowers she was carrying around with her. The fact that Meri has a want for certain seats actually works out nicely with the fact that Valrae gets distracted by Iintahquohae on her way over to say hello. They would catch up soon. One of those three bouquets is meant for her anyway. Who are the other two meant for? Why Karasu and Quintessa of course. Neither Magik nor Meri would let this moment go by without showing their support. Meri lifts her drink to the couple as she passes by in her quest for good seats.

Jaxson watches as the witch leaves to mingle, a common occurence for the aspiring political figure, and so the man is more than able to quickly nab his date her preferred drink as well as one for himself while Val greets her fellow guild compatriots. The man's gaze takes in the surroundings, clear effort placed in to make the night a success a true display of the guild's creativity and mastery of the arcane. One of the animated wait staff is studied as a quick snack is taken to nibble on, a delicious morsel to be sure. Here, the man returns to Val's side with drink in hand to also greet Iintaquohae himself, handing the witch her bubbly glass of pink champagne before extended a hand out to towards the elder vampire as he says. "A pleasure to meet you! I am Jaxson Ravencroft." In a pleasant tone towards the master seamstress, a warm smile quickly following.

Leoxander wouldn’t be getting too close to that tree. He recalled some bizarre events in the past that put the mage’s symbol of nature and magic at the source of the trouble, not to mention there was a wide field that put any cover at a distance. Fortunately for the rogue, his ears were as receptive of his sense of smell, his own aroma kept downwind as best he could manage, full black attire covering from neck to knuckles, worn pants and military laced combat boots intact. Along the watchtower, thieves kept the view, crouched and covered by a dark hood and face mask in a forward lean against the stone of the bastion in front of the peak of the structure’s height where windows allowed the usual guard to withstand the elements while maintaining security. And if there had been an overseer on duty to do just that, safe to say Leo had given him a proper break from duty.

Ernest had been told to dress formally for the occasion, but was also told to "show off his personal brand". The two weren't entirely incompatible, he reckoned, and so when he arrived to this little shindig here he was outfitted in a slightly tidier version of his usual attire--rather than dusty riding pants, he'd invested in some black slacks, and he'd gotten himself a new hat for the occasion, a nice black wide-brimmed affair just large enough to tip low. His longcoat was the same as ever, though--he'd put too many runes on it to not use, and he'd done a bit of tweaking to it so that they glowed with a faint blue that rippled down the coat in waves as in billowed in a soft breeze that only seemed to exist directly around the coat itself. The mummy looked as leathery and shriveled as ever, and he bore a snaggletoothed grin as well as a crystal flask filled with a clear liquid and topped with a unique lid. As for brand representation, a Helpin' Hand drifted along behind him and flicked business cards into nearby pockets. "Ernest Crane, Villainous Consultant" they read, along with a brief list of services and an office location.

Arlyeon twirls in front of the mirror, her eyes dancing merrily at the stranger staring back. After all, the Invitation that had been sent for the foxkin was not for Ina- but for her Alter-ego- which meant that she had to ascertain how -Aya- would want to present herself at the ceremony. Obviously, certain key details stay the same- her hair still that shade of Russet that could be found on foxes in the wild, or the farmers tan and freckles that add more definition to her otherwise rounded and childish face. But the Clothes! That -was- the trick, especially given that her attempted heist of a clothing store had gone a little bit awry. Or maybe a lot awry, given that Aya had a shiner over her left eye. "...J'know what- I can just..." A wide brimmed hat, a comically cooked that abruptly juts in an almost lightnning bolt shape at the tip. That display and the shadow it'd provide would likely do well to draw attention away from the signs of the scrap. And, if she was already going partly witch-y, why not go the rest of the way in- with a long black robe befitting a botanical student or an alchemist. "Bumpkin outta their depth? Fledgelin' Witch? Who knows, That's fashion." Also, Lanlan's already there preparing things, so it's not like he can Veto any of this. Really, the finishing touch is the arcane perfume she applies after- meant to mask her scent and replace it with something like the scent of a field after a rainshower. "Perfect." What's not perfect, is the fact that she's lap, and now having to scrabble from her room and down through the tower to get to where the ceremony proper is happening.

Karasu smiles wryly, her gold lips dimpling her face despite the dark comment. Low enough just for Quintessa to hear, she murmurs, "I fear it as well. We are stronger now than we were that time, though."

Blaire me had, incidentally, been moving towards the apprentices seats just like Inks when Lanlan intercepted her. “Got a black... face, I guess, but no I didn't forget anything.” Though that last blow from the elemental had certainly been hard enough that it wasn't an unreasonable question. Even if that wasn't what he'd meant. Strangely, the second question seemed to offend the vampire where the first hadn't. “I have no idea who that is. I damn well made these myself, thank you very much. Do none of you people look up from your cocktails and gossip for long enough to notice me literally walking around with advertising signs at these events half the time?” She raised her hands into the air. Though seeing as her hands were only roughly halfway down the sleeves, it didn't really have the intended effect, regardless of how much she might wiggle her fingers. “Soulweaver, remember? Weaver!”

Iintahquohae usually wasn't one for mush, but she damn near melts into Valrae's hug and just about forgets to hug the Red Witch back. Exhaling a breath that felt like it had been held in her lungs for far too long, the seamstress feels her face break into a smile for the first time in what felt like ages. “I missed you too.” It isn't a full embrace like it should be with that box tucked under an arm, so hopefully Val will be alright with a one-armed hug. Once the blonde pulls away, she fumbles with the box, presenting it to her with a little less flourish than she might've if she were in a less miserable mood. “Thought you might like some new kicks, Mayor Baines.” She knew Val wasn't mayor yet, but she read about her running in the papers. Within the shoe box Val will find a pair of sparkly, strappy heels with shiny red bottoms. “Try dragging the heels when you wear 'em. They spark.” Pulling herself free from Val's grasp if the witch will let her, she's surprised to find that her friend has a Ravencroft on her arm. Lucky girl. “Likewise, Jaxson. Iintahquohae Kerrigan.” She shakes his hand, then withdraws, shoving it into a pants pocket while she checks out the couple's clothes. Anything to distract herself from how much being on the ground in Xalious made her stomach turn. Odhranos should be here. Talking business was easier than making pleasantries. “Remind me to make you somethin' sometime. You should be wearing Cenril's threads. Both of you. I run Stitch and Pin out on the coast.” She'd offer a card, but the seamstress wasn't really bringing her A game today. Hadn't brought that in a long while. Her nose twitches, picking up scents of different people, familiar and not. “H-how have you been, Val?”

Quintessa waves at Meri for a quick moment with a mouth full of eyeballs, covering her mouth with the back of her hand as the juices threaten to spill from the corners. Shallowing the treat she glances down at her arm and then back at the artist, wondering how she was going to explain this injury to her. She’d get to it eventually, she recons. As Meri moves to find her seat Quintessa begins to smoke her pipe, unaware that the suspicious smelling substance might offend the people sitting around her. When the changeling spots Ernest, however, she chokes on her smoke. “Karasu,” hisses Quintessa once she catches her breath. “That traitor actually showed up here,” she motions in the mummy’s direction. “What are we gonna do? We can’t just let him- but the ceremony- why is he here??” The warlock was clearly upset about something, for for now she was keeping her voice down.

Karasu moves towards one of the wooden mannequins, when she feels a few fingers grip onto her dress. A pervert! The spellblade whips around to grab the offending hand, and realizes that it's exactly that, just a hand. "Ah...?" Seeing the mummy disappear a few bodies ahead of her with the other hands adorning his getup, she flicks the hand under a table like it's a bug. Little does she know that a business card has been affixed to the back of her tasset. The spellblade continues on, piling a small plate with a few pickled eyeballs for Quintessa, and some thinly sliced eel for herself.

Karasu sneers as she sets the plates down. "In a world where Ahr'Nuk is blue and Valaane is red, apologizing. In this world? Hopefully looking for the exit."

Lanlan knew he was unforgettable. But he couldn’t be prepared for Blaire’s outburst of emotion! The whole time spent nearly drowning in bathwater, she was very muted. Dull, Lanlan would dare to say. If the content of what she was saying wasn’t so pleasing to him, he might be offended. “Excuse me but I can’t be troubled with knowing the ins and outs of every baby mage’s fledgling abilities,” he says, clearly not offended at all. “But…that is an impressive look.” He continues staring, imagining what he might look like in such a thing. Better, of course. But how much better? As if regretting slightly his reaction, he walks it back. “Soulweavers are just so rare though, aren’t they? I hope you forgive me.”

Valrae accepts the drink with a grateful smile, “Oh, sorry. I should have introduced you, both!” She says sheepishly, looking between the two. She’d gotten caught up in seeing her old friend. The image of Odhranos suspended in Quintessa’s lab fashes in her memory and her smile falters. Did Iintahquohae know? Certainly now would not be the time or place to tell her. The smile returns to her face is decidedly more false. “Oh!” The witch exclaims, as Inks offers the box she’d been carrying out to her. After passing her drink back to Jaxson, she opens the box carefully. A gasp falls from her lips. “Oh my goddess!” She exclaims, tears welling in her eyes for a second time. Shoes were her love language and these were stunning. “Iintahquohae, these are gorgeous!” She squeals, moving to squish her into another awkward hug. “I love them so much.” The happy moment moves into surprise when Inks offers Jaxson her full name. Her new full name. “What?” She says, stunned. “Inky? You never told me!” Odhranos’s memory returns, along with the guilt. She would have to tell her. Just not here. “I’m so happy for you.” She wanted the words to be genuine but in light of the circumstances they felt and sounded hollow. “I’ll come by the shop soon, okay? To say thank you and catch up.” There was a pregnant pause. “We should find our seats soon, I think we’re sitting close together.” She looks toward the stage and the seats near it that were reserved for them. “Ready?” She tilts her face up to smile at Jaxson.

Arlyeon has to stop herself from just diving into the crowd- because as much as it provides so many opportunities for small gags, or juicy kernels of information- there's a certain awareness that she needs to play at being in over her head. And thus, she flounders on the peripherary of the gathering for a few long moments, even making a brief show of taking off oversized hat so she can put her overly-large artic fox styled ears to use at trying to listen in on trying to hear above the din. That said, once she catches sight of Blaire, she takes hold of the opportunity to make a bee-line towards someone this guise knew, the hat stuffed back on her head as she navigates amidst the crowd. "Um. Uh." Had they established a nickname? Now would make for a good time. "B..?" Comes the questioning attempt at an icebreaker. Followed rather sharply by a surprised sounding, "Sir-er,. Mr... Master Lanlan. Is this a bad time?"

Meri :: Quintessa's injury of course had not escaped Meri's notice. The changeling would have ample time to think of how she was going to explain what happened to her to Meri. The blonde lycan was the sort to make these sort of inquiries in private. Maybe Meri would have to make a point to visit Quintessa's home in Vailkrin soon. For now, Meri remained in-tune to what was happening in the moment. She might be here to celebrate with her friends and family, but that did not mean she stopped paying attention to her surroundings. Like the way people seemed to react to Ernest's arrival.

Blaire folded her arms under her chest. Making her long sleeves dangle from under her elbows like trailing tassels. The ends nearly reaching her waist, leaving little blue spotlights on the ground where the glowing fabric on the inside cast a beam. She let out a frustrated grunt, “You're not the only one that forgets.” This was hardly the first event she'd attended. And yet Blaire had never stayed to the end. People split into their personal circles and the vampire went home, largely unnoticed.

Iintahquohae 's head is getting too warm under that hood. She tugs her hood down, and rakes a hand through her once black, now silvery-grey mop of curls and makes no mention of her equally silvery-grey, and lavender-tipped, vulpine ears. This is when she turns her head a little from Cenril's finest couple and practically glowers at Ina. Really? Wearing her stolen goods? The nerve...But really, she'd probably do the same. Turning back toward Val as she opens up her gift has the seamstress so, so close to producing an actual fanged smile, but she simply gives a solemn nod and tries to not make the situation any less gloomy. “Yeah, a few days before...” He died, she wants to say, but the witch can fill in the gaps. She'd proudly flash the ring on her left finger if the circumstances were different, but Inks decides it's best to just head off to her seat. “Definitely,” she murmurs, before walking off to her own seat. “Take care, Val. Jaxson.”

Blaire nodded to 'Aya' when the bumpkin' came up. Apparently barely even noticing it was the first time the girl used the nickname, considering it was a more common form of address than her actual name. Or maybe she was just too busy still fuming. Her lips curled into a petulent frown that made the black lipstick look more childish than anything.

Ernest briefly caught sight of Quintessa through the crowd and offered her a grin and a tip of his hat. He slid into the seat right next to Iintaquohae without missing a beat. "Howdy, ma'am," he said, extending a hand to her to shake. "Pleased ta put a face ta my name. Ernest Crane, in person this time."

Lita has slipped into the gathering amongst a small group of local citizens. While most are dressed in their best attire, even if sparse, she's donned dark robes, the hood drawn up to shield her face, wisps of red curls visible beneath the dark fabric. She moves with them as they find seats near the back rows of chairs, adds a comment or two to whatever trivial conversation they're keeping, but she's here to watch, to listen. And there's more than one in attendance that's garnered the bulk of her attentions thus far.

Arlyeon leans over to sort of discreetly murmur something in a tone that could have been a stage whisper, but still manages to obscure anything she says.

Jaxson knows nothing of any of the situation that brews between Iinks and Val, he never met Odhranos, unfortunately, so he misses the shifts and pauses that signal the potential for something more. But he also, perhaps, saves the Val by showing excitement about the seamstress' offer, as he says. "Any chance I get I'll always support local businesses in Cenril!" Here he'd continue, as he does love a good fitting suit. "Maybe I can stop by and see the styles you offer? My closest could use some color, and I've only heard great things of your work!" A sip of his drink is taken before Val's smile draws the man's attention back to her as she asks about the seats, the man quick to ask Iinks. "Will you be joining us?" Not sure if there were assigned tables like there have been at other events. Clueless to the tragedy the elder vampire has suffered, Jax's positivity and smile are genuine and welcoming.

Quintessa ‘s mouth drops a little in disbelief when Ernest grins in her direction, but that’s all the reaction he gets. Honestly she was a little impressed with his boldness, but then again perhaps he knew that Quintessa wouldn't make a scene here. “Forget him,” she finally says out loud, even though it was mostly for herself. “This is a day for -our- honor.”

Blaire put a hand, floppy sleeve and all, on Aya's shoulder and lead her along towards the guest seats, "Come on. Let's go get acknowledged or jeered at or... something."

Karasu scoffs lightly, but remembers her place and straightens. "I believe we are needed at the stage anyways." The spellblade offers a hand for Quintessa to take. Shooting a dark look at the vampire attendant, she adds, "I'll take care of Quintessa."

Valrae feels a surge of gratitude for Jaxson, his ease bringing her a great deal of comfort despite the rockiness that came from seeing Iintahquohae after such a tragedy. She watches her walk away from them with a slight frown. “We could visit her together, she could use friends right now.” She says to Jaxson as they take their seats and the mage light dims. She places her new, treasured shoes near her feet as she sits. “I’m a little nervous,” She admits in a whisper to Jaxson. “You would like I’d be over stagefright.”

Quintessa stands after taking Karasu's hand and moves to the stage with her. The vampire attendant, albeit a little deflated, follows behind forlornly.

Iintahquohae pauses on the way to settling down in a seat to answer Jaxson. A bit of that pride she never really lost bubbles to the surface. Her clothes were some of the finest in the land, after all. That's how she markets herself, anyway. “I can make just about anything – Specialty's sea silk. I dive for the byssus myself off the coast.” The sound of Ernest's voice coming from another body and not Odhranos' body has her momentarily confused, but, y'know, it makes sense. He was just...keeping the body warm, to her understanding, and after shrugging at Jax about whether or not she'll be joining them (she didn't pay much attention to whether or not there were assigned seats), her attention rests on Ernest. “Nice to meet you...in different flesh?” She's trying to sound casual about this, but it likely isn't convincing. Unaware of her husband's body's whereabouts has her utterly confused.“Where is...” If she says his name out loud, she just might choke up. Her vulpine ears pick up something about honor and the seamstress wants to gag, dull eyes casting a glance at the infected Xalious Tree. Some honor all this mess is. If Ernest isn't in the company of anybody else, she'll go ahead and stand or sit near him. She didn't want to crowd Val and Jax.

Ernest , following his brief introduction to Iintaquohae, beaming like the sun, followed the others on stage just ahead of the archmage's wife, hands in his pockets, and he shrugged. A little aeromancy cantrip let him send a few words to her without them being audible to the rest, just in case.

Jaxson smiles and leans in to the witch before she would be whisked away by ceremony.

Karasu whispers to Quintessa, "Why in the five fecking seas is he getting on the stage?"

Jaxson turns to Iinks as she addresses him, and explains her use of sea silk, to which the man feels quite intrigued as he says. " I may just buy a whole new wardrobe!" Here he'd even add in, playfully, to Val. "You think Finn would like one?" The idea of matching suits with the little man has him smirk, as he could imagine him and Finn as "agents of the rogue's guild, under cover " in fancy suits.

Iintahquohae clearly doesn't like what she's hearing. “Ripped you out? What-” Whether her words or her appearance or whatever is cantripped or not, she's itching to pay a visit to Vailrkin and smuggle out a body.

Arlyeon lets herself be led along by Blaire, her posture slumping for a moment alongside the comment, "They wouldn't, would they? I mean. What did we do?" There's a pause, and then she pulls her hat down a little tighter over her head, as though the idea was dawning on her, "Oh No. What -have- we done? They don't expect us to talk about any studies, do they?" At this point, it's a wonder if she can even see, so she's just entrusting the vampire to lead the way. You seemed to be stunned a little speechless as Jaxson leans in to whisper. She had little time to process it before he was moving on to suits again, and asking about a matching one for Finn. “Oh my goddess, that would be too cute!” She nearly squeals, picturing the two of them together. Finn would be over the moon, Jaxson was his new favorite person after all.

Valrae || The members of the council stood together as a unified front. They were all wearing fine cloaks in shades of blues and golds, adorned with golden clasps that marked their office. It was Ky’Loriel who broke away from them when the time came. His voice boomed around the ceremony space with magical amplification, easily heard over the noise and chatter of the evening. “We would like to start this ceremony off by mentioning Frostmaw. The kingdom has not been forgotten by this guild in its time of need and we would like to publicly announce our support and offer our aid at this time.” With that, he continues, “And though most of you are already aware, our Arch Mage Odhranos Kerrigan has chosen to take an extended sabbatical. We would also like to take this time to announce who he has chosen to lead us in his absence.” He draws the moment out, waiting patiently for all eyes to be upon him as his own sweep over the growing crowd. “It is with great honor and excitement that we would like to formally introduce your Sublime Master, Lanlan D'l'sel D'issan.” He pauses, allowing the appropriate amount of time for applause before he continues. “We look forward to his leadership and hope you will all join us in our efforts to support him as we transition into a new era of prosperity.” Ky’Loriel waits for Lanlan to join him on stage before offering him a firm handshake and rejoining the council. Karasu catches Iintahquohae's eyes, then looks up at the anomaly on her head. Surely just a cantrip, she writes off, and motions to her head. The chiffon scarf gifted to her years ago, before the Ossian Invasion, has been braided throughout Karasu's hair, and the ends have been curled to make the illusions of rosettes.

Lanlan approaches the podium as the old council, especially Ky’loriel, summons him. The Faerie fire shines brightest on him now. For a lingering moment, he’s speechless, beaming proudly before the audience. It must be the mystical faerie fire casting a twinkle his way, because his eyes look glossy as they look out. Lanlan glances behind where the council, the new magisters, and the new apprentices sit as if to make sure they hadn’t escaped or something. Foreza, Oriyan, Lorain, Ky’loriel, and Throckmorton. Karasu, Quintessa, Valrae, and Iintahquohae. Aya, Blaire, and Ernest.

Lanlan then returns his attention to the audience and clears his throat. “It is truly a great, great honor to receive the acknowledgement from you, Ky’Loriel. Finally, we’re here. All of us who have been striving relentlessly.” His optimism visibly wavers. “I confess there were times I thought this day would never come. These past few years have been marked by struggle, strife, uncertainty, and doubt. And worst of all, tragedy and grief. We’ve lost so much, haven’t we? Haladavar emerged from his millennial prison, and after dissecting our weaknesses, nearly destroyed us. Stole our bodies from us, imprisoned us, turned us against our own! But he also forged an overly polite tea-drinking mud wizard into an Archmage. The Archmage we needed, who led us from the brink. Still, we’ve suffered. But despite it all, we’re here, and for that I’m thankful.” The lone violinist is joined by an oboe player, and the tones are noticeably more vibrant. “The challenges we’ve faced affected us all, tested us. They may have even changed us! But if we are changed, it made us stronger. And through it all, we’ve proven that we will never lose sight of our devotion to pursuing knowledge, justice, and exploration. Here, perhaps more than anywhere else, we have the capacity–the responsibility! to change the world for everyone. If not us, who? And now I would like to present our foremost leaders of change.”

Leoxander half turned to lean a shoulder against those stones, his seat on the balcony of the watchtower still giving him access to keep an eye on the gathering, a few familiar faces spotted here or there. Several, actually, though some he had not seen in a long while. Without much of the idle conversation catching his interest, yet, he withdrew A piece of venison jerky from a small pouch, drawing his face cover to his jaw so he could tear a into a bite of it while remaining mostly well concealed. If he had been spotted, from that height, hood drawn, it wouldn’t be easy to identify who the spy among them was. Compound bow was at ready and in reach should some unexpected circumstances take a turn, but for once the pirate was not there to rob, fight, or threaten anyone. His tolerance for magic came with plenty of hesitance and caution, but it couldn’t hurt to scout the spell pitchers to take note of their abilities and figure out what that ceremony was all about.

Lanlan at last begins to name the new apprentices: Aya, Ernest, and Blaire, beckoning them to the podium one by one. “Welcome to the Mage’s Guild,” he says to each apprentice as he hands them the symbol of membership, a magical staff made from Xalious wood. Then he would shake their hand and allow them to say a few words if necessary, before calling on the next one. Once they were done, he would do a similar thing with Iintahquohae, the newest Arcane Steward. Finally, the new Magisters, calling Quintessa, Karasu, and Valrae to the podium. One by one he would bestow them with a Lamen of Arcane Mastery, allow them to say a few words if they wanted, and then summon the next Magister.

Meri :: As the three new Magister's get called to the podium, Meri applauds, hoots, and hollers. While they are trying to leave the podium and get back to their seats? They are accosted by the blonde and given their flowers. Quintessa and Karasu have bouquets that are matching, both of them are a mixture of red and black roses. Valrae? Well she gets an arrangement of white and red roses. All three sets are flowers have little notes attached them, expressing congratulations and signed by Magik and Meri. Meri's butt is back in her seat after that.

Lanlan whispered something to Arlyeon.

Leoxander might have muttered under his breath, questioning himself whether he had come to a meeting of mages or a bloody wedding, after watching the fancy introductions of new recruits take place.

Jaxson listens as the names of those rising to their new stations are called, the man unaware of any save for the Red Witch, whom once she has her name called the warlock's clapping rises from the mandated gold clap to full blown standing ovation. He knows she has worked so hard for her title, and earned her spot through determination, perseverance and mastery of her craft. She was a true inspiration the man had come to admire. Noting he was perhaps the only one standing, he quickly sits back down and takes up his drink, Iintaquohae being a magister too is a shock, he just met her and now can say he was offered custom suits by a master of magic! Small world! Two magisters call Cenril home!

Arlyeon reaches over to give the hand Blaire had placed on her shoulder a nervous seeming squeeze, before she extricates herself from her fellow apprentice and begins to make her tentative steps towards Lanlan. The ceremony was different this time- all the pomp and grandeur it was supposed to have, rather then the haphazard charade that had been executed months ago. An awareness that has her bristle slightly at Lanlan's whisper, though, she can't do anything about it. Instead, she extends her hands out in order to gingerly receive the stave- offering a solemn bow afterwards, so as to bypass the need for a handshake. From there, she turns to face the audience proper, murmuring a few quick words in order to amplify what would be an otherwise mousy address, "I know that I'm still new to Xalious- and that some of my classmates are, too. But even during all this hardship- you've all been gracious hosts, and welcoming to people like me. So. Thank you. I'll do my best to study hard, and see that I can give back to the community." And that's really all she can say with a straight force- her face burning from the sheer effort it takes not to burst out laughing at the sappy 'sincerity' she just mustered. Yeah, she's just going to hurry off to the side of the stage and find a drink to nurse. Lanlan said, "Aya Huasca! Oh I mean…Reynard. Sorry about that, even Sublime Masters make mistakes! My friends I can tell you with certainty, that this one shows great potential. I selfishly intend to make her my personal apprentice!"

Lanlan gave 1 Xalious-Wood Staff to Arlyeon.

Karasu offers applause for the foxkin woman. She only knew of her in passing and during the capture of the traitor that was inexplicably with them on stage, but she did seem to show great promise.

Meri applauds for this Aya Hausca, but in a polite and restrained way. They were not one of the three that Meri gave flowers too, afterall.

Lanlan can't wait to receive those flowers that are obviously for him.

Arlyeon inhales her drink so hard she begins choking once Lanlan gets her Alias wrong. Hopefully, it's just interpreted as her being overwhelmed by the praise he offered, something which she echoes with a timid, "Gosh, it -is- a lot." when someone nearby chirps about that prestigious opportunity.

Jaxson applauds the newly christened apprentice, and to the sublime master no less! A note was taken to watch that one's progress.

Blaire didn't do anything impressive, artistic or particularly grandiose. She just came up on stage, received her staff and handshake and turned to face the crowd. She pulled her hat of her head and held it high into the air. “I made this outfit!” She declared, “Buy my stuff!” and then she went back to sit in the crowd. Being classy hadn't worked. So might as well be blatant. Blatant enough to incur instant karma, apparently, as she immediately tripped off-stage and disappeared into the back on her way towards the seats.

Valrae claps softly, her eyes watchful as Lanlan proudly announces that he would be taking an apprentice. She didn’t know if it was genuine distrust or a small twinge of jealousy that tilted her lips into a slight frown.

Lanlan said, "Blaire is our very newest member! But look at how she’s dressed? Does Iintahquohae have competition? Maybe! Luckily competition is what drives us forward!"

Lanlan gave 1 Xalious-Wood Staff to Blaire.

Lanlan said, "Oh! Blaire are you okay! She's okay folks!"

Karasu applauds the fashionable vampire as she takes her stage and advertises her clothing. Didn't Quintessa mention something about her also joining the Necromancer's Guild? She inwardly sent condolences out for the amount of homework she would have to do.

Iintahquohae wished her sire was nearby to reign her slowly growing temper in. 'Extended sabbatical.' The tree. Honor. ...Prosperity? Bull. All of it. This whole show is disgusting. She catches Karasu's look and initially raises grey brows, expression incredulous, as if to say 'nobody was gonna tell me the bit about my husband's body is just stuffed away somewhere?' The sight of the shawl she wove for the demi-feline braided through her hair doesn't soften her look entirely, but it does make her just a hair less pissed off. She isn't entirely used to the whole animal-ears thing. Hers have flattened straight back against her curls and her face is set in a glower. This is ridiculous. As much as she'd like to disrupt what Lanlan's doing and absolutely cause a scene now, she'll keep her temper reeled in, accept whatever signifies her as an Arcane Steward. While shaking the Sublime Master's hand however, she squeezes just a little bit tighter on it to pull him in enough to whisper into his ear, uncaring if anybody with sharper senses can pick up her words. “I'll give this back to you when you're all done. I won't make a scene, but consider this my departure from the guild.” With her back turned from the crowd and her face resting on Lan's in a mixture of anger and grief, she throws her hood back over her head and heads off of the stage without another word. Maybe onlookers will think she's just some socially inept mage and pay her no mind. Attention and applause weren't what she needed, now and she wouldn't take advantage of a word or two on the podium to advertise her shop, even after that dig about competition. The heck does a girl get a drink or ten around here?

Lanlan whispered something to Iintahquohae.

Leoxander managed to choke down a chuff of a laugh into continued silence at Arlyeon’s speech, the figurative sugar coating of them causing his expression to twist a little, as if they’d left a bad aftertaste.

Lanlan said, "Iintahquohae! Our newest arcane steward and perhaps the best seamstress the world has ever known! Congratulations Iintahquohae, we’re all so glad your back." Lanlan clearly wasn't ready to take Inks' words to heart yet, nor did he want to make it obvious something strange had just happened.

Valrae claps for Blaire and cheers loudly for Inks, the sound dying in her throat as she watches her storm angrily from the stage. She hadn’t the slightest clue as to what could have soured her friend’s mood so suddenly and her stomach churned with sorrow and unease for the other woman.

Lanlan said, "Quite the grip on that one," as he wiggles his hand free of hers. "Sheesh." Meri applauds after both Blaire and Iintahquoehae.

Karasu twitches her feline ears, but maintains a professional demeanor as the furious woman takes the staff from Lanlan and departs. How unfortunate.

Ernest was ready with exactly the words he wanted to say, and now that Iintahquohae had left the stage before him he didn't even have to feel bad about it. Upon reaching the front of the stage and receiving his staff, he declared: "I'd just like ta thank every body that had a Hand in gettin' me here. I ain't th' man I was when I first met y'all. Thanks fer th' new possession," he raised the staff, still grinning, "an' I hope yer ready ta see me in action." With that, he tipped his hat, and started walking offstage, making sure not to turn his back completely to the others just so he could see their reactions.

Lanlan whispered something to Ernest.

Lanlan said, "Everyone meet Ernest! I’ll be honest, we’ve only just met. But from what I’ve seen I think he shows great promise!"

Lanlan gave 1 Xalious-Wood Staff to Ernest.

Lanlan gave 1 star-speckled arcane sash to Iintahquohae.

Karasu side-eyes Ernest very hard, her painted gold lips straining slightly as she fights not to scowl at him.

Iintahquohae feels a weight fall from her shoulders and managed to find a mannequin with some top shelf rum she can drown her anger in. Lanlan's whispered reply has her feeling better, and for now she just holds onto her on loan magic sash until it's time to hand it back to him. Her nose scrunches again, catching another scent that has her turning her head. Whether or not from her vantage point she can actually see Leo, she's looking in his general direction momentarily. She owed him a drink or ten after their tussle on the beach.

Lanlan said, "That was all of our newest apprentices. These next few our some of our best and brightest, our newest Magisters! First up… Quintessa! Such devotion, she arrived even with such a painful injury! She was instrumental in defeating Haladavar, and for that we are eternally grateful. Congratulations Magister."

Arlyeon smacks her lips in disdain, though- it's less at the display on the stage, and more because the punch just isn't cutting it. And thus, Ina does what she does best- she improvises. In this case, it's a tasteful little concoction she made to decrease the time it takes for something to ferment, a small bag of mulling spices, some sugar, and a little pebble that emanates heat. All of that is basically being sleight of handed into the largest of the punch displays, so she can actually get something a bit more interesting to sip at. Or the equivalent of Mulled Moonshine. Whichever.

Leoxander wasn’t so gifted that he’d catch the exchange of words between Intahquohae and Lanlan, but he did notice their lips moving a bit as they closed the distance enough for a handshake. He could also feel something of that woman’s pent up anger. His blue gaze drifted after the vampire he’d recently had a scuffle on the sand with and he paused chewing the last bit of smoked meat to narrow his eyes thoughtfully upon her, backtracking to where his ‘Sublimeness’ kept the ceremony going without a hitch. It was at that point the rogue moved in that crouched position, grabbing up his weapon to shrug it to his back, out of sight on the other side of the tower and grasping the outside edge to let his frame dangle just a second. A rock backward and a jump on forward momentum had him on the wall that didn’t have much in the way of chipped stone or handholds to grasp, so it was more of a freefall to the base where a shift of weight allowed a ‘parkour’ sort of jump to land on the soft, grassy ground stealthily. Jaxson notes Iintahquohae's departure, and wonders if the woman is ok. His attention drawn to the fellow cenrillian has him miss the next recipient's name, so he is unaware of who the newly promoted mage is. For now the man simply waits for Val's ascendence with eager anticipation.

Quintessa steps forward, handmaiden stepping off to the side for a moment so she doesn’t get in the way, holding the bouquet of flowers of the changeling as she receives her lamen. She takes it in her good hand and stares down at it for a second, this moment seeming all too surreal before she looks back up to give Lanlan a smile. “Thank you, my friend.” The warlock turns to face the audience, clearing her throat as if she's going to get into a long speech. “I often get in trouble for saying too much so I’ve been advised not to make this long,” She gives Karasu a playful wink before she smiles at those gathered here. After a moment her mouth sets into a serious line. “I have been here for a few years now and I have witnessed the death and rebirth of this guild. I have seen fantastic things here, both horrible and amazing and sometimes unbelievable. I have watched some of the most respected mages, some of my closest friends, study in this guild and pass on into Xalious’ Great Library before their time.” She pauses for a moment to pay Dyraxdiin some respect. “I only hope I can make them proud by continuing to uphold the glorious foundation of honor and prosperity upon which our guild stands. Thank you!” With that said and the rank of Magister accepted, she stands back so whoever is next can take the stage.

Meri shouts, "Go Quintessa!"

Iintahquohae 's ears twitch beneath her hood. Maybe she should ask Karasu how one deals with their emotions revealing themselves with ears and tail? Because this is gonna get real annoying, real quick. Torn between stepping further back from the group to potentially bump into Leoxander and joining Jaxson to applaud for Valrae, she opts for backing away. This isn't her scene anymore, but she'll take another glass of rum before backing out. Never really was her scene anyway, half-baked apprentice she apparently was after her tutelage under a handful of the guild's former finest. Never really one for caring much about stealth despite wading in crime back in Cenril, once she's hopefully out of earshot, she talks to the air. Maybe the lycan will talk back. “You drink?” She holds the extra glass up.

Lanlan gave 1 Lamen of Arcane Mastery to Quintessa.

Quintessa blows Meri a kiss.

Lanlan said, "Valrae Baines, I just want to say how lucky we are to have you. And especially me, I’m sure I wouldn’t have died without you. Would have. There have been times that I am sure if you weren’t there to help, I and many others would have perished. Luckily…um. Congratulations Magister!"

Jaxson was luckily paying attention this time to hear Val's name called, and the thunderous applause is help off until after his date's acceptance, but boy was he hyped! Karasu looks at Quintessa with adoration.

Valrae made her way onto the stage delicately after cheering for Quintessa rather loudly. Her hair shone like spun starlight under the magelight, the triple moon diadem gleaming as if the jewels were on fire from within as they rested atop her brow. She accepted her Lamen of Arcane Mastery with a gracious smile to Lanlan, void of even a hint of animosity or distrust despite his double edged remark. She forgoes the formal hand shake, instead leaning on the tip top of her heels while whispering low enough for only the pair of them to hear, “You still might.” She faces the crowd, letting the familiar rush of anxiety drop in her belly before she speaks. “It’s a privilege to be bestowed with this gift. Not only because I am a proud witch, and the first of my kind to receive such recognition within the mage’s community, but because I’ve witnessed the skill, the strength and the courage that comes from this Guild. I’m honored to be recognized among them and I look forward to helping others within my community find a place in the welcoming halls of the Mage’s tower.” With that, she exits the stage to return to her place beside Jaxson. Not before accepting the flowers Meri offered her. She’d stop to pull the woman into a long, tight hug as she whispered a quick but heartfelt thank you.

Iintahquohae 's ears pick up Val's name being announced. She'd clap if her hands weren't full. Karasu applauds and whistles for Valrae. She was a fine battle partner, and a finer mage still.

Meri whistles loudly to cheer for Val after her speech.

Leoxander honestly wasn’t sure how much more he could take, watching rogues gloss their lips for their grateful speeches, but to each their own. As the only one who had openly taken notice of him, Intahquohae might effectively spot him leaning on the watchtower wall with just a few steps around the base. Black fabric once again hid the lower half of his features, his hood shadowing eyes that were often times unmistakable in their bright blue contrast set against tanned complexion, even in the early season, flawed by a smattering of sun spot freckles and the scruff of a lack of recent shave, when he finally pulled that mask back down. Brows slightly raised at a question he so rarely needed to be asked, these days. “Depends. It come with roses and a pageant sash?” Attention moving to the award in her grasp. Reluctant as he was to trust that women, he motioned a ‘giveit here’ kind of gesture.

Lanlan said, "Ah! So true, the Mage's Guild will continue to treasure the presence of witches in its halls. I'm sure they have something to offer us."

Lanlan gave you 1 Lamen of Arcane Mastery.

Lanlan whispered something to Karasu.

Jaxson applauds his date once more, standing up as she finishes her speech and standing still to greet her as she returns to their seats to make way for one of the mages of the hour. He quickly nicks the woman a new drink from a passing waiter, before returning back to talk to his date.

Leoxander glanced up mid-reach for the commotion that followed the witches name announced. Everyone seem occupied enough that he didn't feel the need to be skulking about, which would look all the more obvious that he was up to no good, had he been spotted spying, but he still kept at a distance from the crowd.

Jaxson whispered to Valrae.

Karasu said to Lanlan, "It's not about you, you fruit."

Lanlan said, "Karasu is one of our most talented spellblades! And one of the scariest people I know, personally. I’m so lucky we’re such great friends. Truly, just great fr- Oops! I’m so sorry." Lanlan seems to accidentally drop Karasu’s Lamen of Arcane mastery on the floor.

Lanlan dropped 1 Lamen of Arcane Mastery.

Iintahquohae ;; “Only the finest arcane glitter and,” she sniffs at her glass, continuing that sarcastic reply, “mystical fairy piss.” Approaching the rogue with the glass she hadn't drank from held out for him to take, she considers handing over her star-speckled sash along with it. That might not be wise, so she tosses it over one shoulder. Now to wait until Lanlan has some free time so she can hand the thing back over. “I quit,” she explains, tilting the rim of her glass in the general direction of the podium before taking a drink. If he was lurkin' about, he might've been eavesdropping. Wolves seemed like the nosy type. There wasn't much else for her to say after that, caught in a bad mood and a sad mood, but she eventually speaks up again. “You good? After-” she pats her side, right around her ribs.

Karasu picked up 1 Lamen of Arcane Mastery.

Karasu || When Valrae steps off-stage, Karasu hesitates. She looks out at the lush green pathway, and the hundreds of heads of people that the demifeline would inevitably lose her partner for the night to as people congratulated them. Then Lanlan does something obnoxious, drawing her attention back. “Yes, we really are such. Great. Friends.” Karasu says, holding her hand out. The lamen of arcane mastery stands upright with an enchantment and jumps into the air where the Sublime Master then catches it out of the air. Her clawed hand curls in on itself in a vaguely threatening manner as Lanlan formally bestows the lamen of arcane mastery upon her, and still Karasu hesitates, holding her hand over the deep red pendant. Catching Quintessa’s mismatched eyes, the spellblade takes a breath and focuses on her as she speaks. “To those citizens of Xalious not affiliated with us, we cannot thank you enough for your patronage in continuing to support the Mage’s Guild in light of the tragedies that befell our village. War is an unfortunate inevitability, and casualties are inevitable. With the proper applications of magic and self-defense, perhaps we can use Xalious’ power to help lessen and alleviate the pain caused by seeing the people we love hurt. People like the late Dyraxdiin, may his soul know peace.” She pauses, wanting to give a moment of silence for Odhranos, not knowing if he would ever wake up, or if his soul would return to its container after she spent so much time trying to find all the fragments of it. She could stop now and not embarrass herself… There’s a prodding in the small of her back as Lanlan jabs her, hissing for her to get off the stage so he can continue. “I need to say something else.” She whispers to him. There’s a pleading look in the young woman’s expression that gives him pause, before nodding and taking a step back so Karasu can move to the center of the stage. The metal of her armor dress clinks against her boots as she shifts her weight. All eyes were on her, and now the cat had her tongue, quite literally. Still, she continues, “And people like the brave Countess Quintessa of the Black Pond, my partner in this world. She has sacrificed so much for this guild, and is the only one who truly understands the cruelty of this world that we had to face as fresh apprentices from the Razurath War, and the cultists’ web of lies woven while we were arcane stewardesses.” Karasu continues, though her voice shakes slightly. “I want the gods that illuminate Valaane and Ahr'Nuk over our midnight talks, over our tears shed and dreams shared, to know that your heart belongs to me, and that my heart belongs to you." Tears start to sting at the corner of Karasu's eyes from the heat radiating off her face. The spellblade was rarely one to let down her tough facade, let alone in front of the rest of the Guild, but this was different. " In the darkest night and the most blinding of days, I want to be the one that guides your way. You once called me the Princess of Xalious; so please… wed me and be a Princess in your own right to reign besides me, my Princess of Vailkrin.” Karasu withdraws from a hiding place in her sleeves a black-gold ring with a glowing emerald no larger than a raindrop. With Quintessa so close, only she would notice the runic etchings along the inner walls of the ring listing a spell that Karasu had engraved herself. The lights from the stage catch on the emerald’s light, reflecting green diamonds onto Karasu’s rubellite eyes as she awaits Quintessa’s answer standing before their friends and acquaintances.

Meri doesn't hoot or holler for Karasu, not yet. Meri is dead silent until Quintessa gives her answer.

Quintessa can hardly believe what she’s hearing but the happiness that wells up inside of her dashes any disbelief. Tears form in her mismatched eyes as Karasu continues, professing her love and devotion here in front of everyone. Quintessa knew how much subjects of romance embarrassed the demi-feline, yet she made the choice to do this publicly. Quintessa was always in the spotlight, this was no big deal for her, but for Karasu to do this? It just made this moment feel all that much more special for the changeling. Sniffling, the warlock regains her composure so she can speak, wanting to dignify her answer with more than a simple nod. “Karasu… Yes- yes a million times!” She moves forward to allow Karasu the chance to slip the ring onto her finger, giveing her handmaiden a knowing look. Quickly the vampire begins rummaging through her bag for something. “I confess, I had similar plans…” As Quintessa’s attendant finds the ring she had prepared, the changeling looks at the moons above once more. “Valaane and Ahr'Nuk have been doing their elegant dance in the sky for a millenia. Two princesses, like us, forever bonded in the night sky together. That’s what I want for us- I want to be trapped in your gravitational pull until the end of time. Together, the two of us.” She holds out a black-gold engagement ring set with a ruby of similar size. “You have seen me at my worst and inspired me to always be my best and you’ve always been there through thick and thin… Will you also accept my ring?”

Karasu gave 1 Black-gold Emerald Wedding Ring to Quintessa.

Karasu looks down at the ruby ring in Quintessa's fingers, face red. The spellblade can only offer a nod in response as she slips the ring on her now fiancé's finger.

Quintessa gave 1 Black-gold Garnet Wedding Ring to Karasu.

Quintessa also slips the ring onto her partner's finger.

Leoxander had the habit of taking a sniff, maybe even a fake first taste, watching the woman’s eyes for any change in case she thought she was getting away with some sort of revenge on the wolf. Her announcement brought his gaze drifting over the gathered magi as Karasu began to address her community, back again when she flipped the topic back on him. “Haven’t got any broken ribs yet. I’ll call that a plus.” ‘Yet’ being the operative word, since there were probably a few people present that wouldn’t mind cracking some of the wolf’s bones, for whatever reason. He finally took an actual drink of the rum, returning his attention to the sash in her hand. “What made you drop it?” Probably something personal, but that wouldn’t prevent him from brazenly questioning her decision. He'd only mildly distracted by the turn of events that appears to be an engagement beyond duty.

Valrae accepted the drink from Jaxson gratefully and killed it before it was even time to cheer again for Karasu, suppressing a giggle as he whispered. But her attention was pulled back to the stage as the spellblade began to speak. She listened intently, fondness for the demifeline warming her as she continued. There was a moment of surprise, for she clearly hadn’t been paying enough attention to either her or Quintessa to know how serious their relationship had become… She finds herself leaning forward in her seat, searching Tessa’s face for a hint of what her answer might be as she holds her breath. No one in the crowd was waiting long though, Quntessa answered with a ring of her own and Valrae was finally free to cheer again. So she did, loudly.

Meri has been waiting for Quintessa and Karasu to finally get engaged for...almost as long as she has known them. It a shame that Magik can't be here to witness this moment too, but she knows he'll be just as happy for them as Meri as. Much in the way of cheering comes from Meri. Lanlan retakes the stage after Karasu, though…reluctantly now. A marriage proposal? Genius, why didn’t he think of that? “First of all, congratulations Karasu and Quintessa! See how love can thrive, even in the face of such adversity? I hope this can be demonstrative of the cooperation between the Mage’s Guild and its somewhat misunderstood younger sibling, the Necromancer’s guild.” He hesitates a little. “There’s one more thing I want to acknowledge before I step down. To the people of Xalious, especially those whose loved ones are -still- missing, we haven’t forgotten you. We haven’t forgotten -them-. We are still looking, and we do have leads. We will find them.” He’s off his game now, knocked down a peg by the surprise marriage proposal. He pockets the rest of his notes. “Once again, congratulations apprentices, magisters! And congratulations Karasu and Quintessa!” As a small gesture of goodwill, or perhaps something more wimpy, he rapidly diminishes the faerie fire illuminating himself and condenses it on the newly engaged couple, then descends the stage.

Jaxson follows Val's lead with the applause, the poor man so lost as he knows nobody here. But a future wedding! A real treat! Nudging the witch after thats done, he motions towards Iinks location, and lean in and whispers to Val..

Jaxson whispered to Valrae.

Karasu has a monopoly on Quintessa's uninjured arm right now, her face beet-red as they descend the stage. "So you're like marrying me as more than a friend, right?"

Iintahquohae nearly chokes on her drink, eyes bouncing from the demifeline and her proposal, to the grotesque looking Xalious Tree that at least one of the newly engaged couple caused. That knife just keeps on twisting, doesn't it. She finishes off her glass and decides maybe sticking around to politely hand off the sash isn't such a good idea. Leo's question has her looking his way, then back at what's going on with the group. She'll unload a little. “ Hypocritical bunk. So that one did...whatever that is... to the tree, has my husband's body probably in some test tube. Cat girl at the podium is a good kid, though. Rest of 'em are... hit and miss.” She shrugs, trying to sound casual but clearly not. Best not mention the husband again. “I learned from members of the guild years before joining it and, frankly, was better off outside than in.”

Quintessa said to Karasu, "I was just about to ask you the same question..."

Iintahquohae said to Leoxander, "It's all a bit gauche, isn't it?"

Valrea nods reluctantly, knowing the newly engaged couple will be surrounded for a while by well wishers. She would congratulate them later, with gifts. “That’s a good idea.” She says, allowing him to lead her toward Inks. She juggled the box, her flowers and her drink for a moment before one of the silent guards that followed them at a distance took them off of her hands. When she nears Iintahquohae she offers the other woman a soft smile. “Hey, it seemed a little tense for a second. Are you ok?” It wasn’t until she’d already asked that she noticed Leo. She offers him a wry smile. “What are you doing skulking around in the shadows?” She asks playfully by way of greeting.

Arlyeon might have been relatively impassive as the proceedings carry on, but when that rather publical proposal happens, the foxkin decides now's a good time to set up a tray, pour out a number of glasses- as though she's going to be bringing a tray of drinks for some friends- and then, shimmy-shuffles. Really, she moves so naturally, and the current display is so eye catching, that she extricates herself to the areas periphery rather deftly.

Meri :: Flowers were passed out, promotions were given, an engagement that Meri has been excited to see happen finally occurred. It was a busy night and now that the ceremony itself was over, Meri was going to head off to harass Magik and tell him the good news. Before she does though, she approaches Quintessa and Karasu just to say, "Congrats to the both of you, for both your promotion and your engagement."

Karasu gives a warm smile up at Meri. "Thank you, Meri."

Karasu hears the hiss of Iintahquohae's comment about the guild members, laced with more venom than a rattling cobra. "My love, I think I'll have to detour a moment to speak to her." She says to Quintessa as she gives her control of her arm back. In a lower tone that only she would hear, she adds, "I believe she knows something we thought we could resolve before she found out."

Quintessa smiles at Meri as well. "Yes, thank you. Once we get a moment we should catch up. I have so much to tell you."

Lanlan finds Meri in the audience, and approaches jovially. "I can't believe you got me flowers! I honestly didn't expect this. Actually," he prepares himself for some uncharacteristic honesty, "I was pretty sure there was something about me you didn't like."

Quintessa said to Karasu, "Be my guest, though I don't know what you expect to accomplish, she hates me for some mysterious reason despite me trying to help her over and over in the past. It's a pity really, anyway, good luck."

Iintahquohae tries to simmer down some more at the approach of Jaxon and Valrae. “So...When was anybody going to tell me that his body is being held up somewhere in Vailkrin?” She's trying her best not to sound accusatory toward Val. It isn't the witch's fault, hopefully. “Not okay, but better.” She pats the sash draped over her shoulder. “I'll be giving this back to Lan. No more of this for me. Cenril's got a library I can study from if I ever feel like gettin' magical.” Reaching to hug Valrae again, her mood is still not at all great, but she'll tough it out. That's what she's always done. “Take care. I'm headed back to Cenril, but keep in touch, yeah? Both of you.” She adds, for Jaxson. “And you too,” quickly tacked on for Leo. Then she's off to find Lanlan, or, better yet, so he doesn't have to be distracted from whatever Sublime Masters do, she ties the sash onto one of those mannequin waiters and nudges it over to him before parting.

Iintahquohae gave 1 star-speckled arcane sash to Lanlan.

Lanlan whispered to Valrae.

Meri grins and nods to Quintessa, "You know where I live. Or. I also know where you live. Just let me know when is good." With a salute, Meri turns to be on her way but before she can make her escape...there is Lanlan. Talking about flowers. Flowers that she didn't even purchase for him. And why would she? Were they even friends? No. The memory of her punching him quickly comes back to mind, and her fist clenches up like she is about to relive that moment. Except. She remembers....Magik. Karasu. Quintessa. Khitti. Valrae. This man outranks them currently, she doesn't want to cause problems for him by punching him. Again. So she does the next best thing, she lies and begins to walk away. At first she is facing him, "You know what though? I had your flowers delivered to your fancy new office. They were too heavy to carry. That's how extravagant they are." That said, Meri turns her back to Lanlan and keeps on walkin. Quintessa 's eyes flash up at Iintahquohae with a dangerous luster when she mentions Vailkrin and the changeling can't help but grin.

Valrae whispered to Lanlan.

Quintessa shouted, "Bye Meri love you!"

Leoxander murmured to Intahquohae with a gesture of glass in the direction of the stage before he helped himself to another drink, wiping the back of his gloved hand across thick stubble for drips. “If this lot spent half the time they do on these affairs they might have found ‘em by now.” Overhearing the remark that seemed to rev the temper he could feel stirring in the seamstress. Jaxson’s glance his way was met with a stare of the wolf’s own, but it shifted to the Red Witch when she began to approach his new… adversary? Acquaintance? ‘Frienemy’? Who could keep track, these days… “Jus’ what I do best, Lady.” A vague raise of glass might suggest the answer could be ‘drinking liquor’. It was a short response to Valrae, though he actually did seem to have some interest in the pair whenshe and probably the warlock joined that in range spot near the lookout tower. Not anticipating that he’d have to be too much on his guard in that company, his focus returned to the vampire whose feelings raised concern from the female blonde. And now Leo had an idea why. “We’ve got a few in their ranks. If yer really done with all this, I’m sure you could afford t’ hire someone with… priorities on the matter. That business of yours the talk of … fuged up tree an the field, an’ all.” Idle gesture at their gathering point. Hopefully he'd get that part in before the distracted woman wandered away to return her reward.

Jaxson looks about to Valrae, to the gentleman who is with Iinks, as well as the seamstress as they all talk. IIntahquohae's departure is unfortunate, but back home they'll be sure to properly chat and have a moment. An odd tension seems to hanging in the air, so the man says. "Shall we get some drinks to celebrate?" In a fair attempt to maybe escape a potentially bad situation. The poor man still at a total loss for whats going on, quickly adds again. "You do look amazing tonight tho, Val!"

Quintessa makes her way over to where Karasu, Val, and Lan have gathered and the changeling shakes her head with a sigh. "I'm going to have to kill her aren't I?"

Karasu takes a few steps towards Iintahquohae, but the vampiress-- or whatever she is now-- is gone in an icy fury before Karasu can catch up to her. The demifeline looks down wistfully before making her way back to her fiancé. At least Odhranos would listen, if only because he had no other choice.

Karasu said, "I understand, though, that's how I was when I discovered Provost Tsuji's project for me."

Jaxson nudges the Red Witch as he says. " I demand drinks! An afterparty to celebrate your moment!" Looking over to the other gent who is apparently also an aquiantence of the future mayor's, the man says. "You wanna come? Seems to be a night I meet friends of this lovely woman!"

Quintessa shakes her head at Karasu. "But this isn't one of your father's projects. That woman would had been informed had she not hidden away in a hole in Cenril. She has nobody to blame but herself."

Lanlan retrieves the sash he'd just gifted to Iintahquohae...and vanishes it into his sleeve. Then he meets his most usual cohorts, as well as the newest one. "She's already gone?" Lanlan said to Quintessa, "No. He should've been here long ago and she should've been told long ago. Not kept like an exhibit in that foul basement of horrors."

Valrae watches Inks disappear with dismay painting the lines of her face. “A drink sounds nice,” She says to Jaxson, just as Quintessa nears. She opens her mouth to congratulate her before the other woman’s words stop her. “No, no.” The witch offers Tessa a pained smile. “I’ll talk to her. She’ll come around. Just give me time, really. And congratulations!” Valrae changes the subject quickly, her tone light and happy now. “You two! I would have brought gifts.” She offers her a genuine smile before taking Jaxson’s arm again. “Congrats again. For the promotion and the engagement. I can’t wait for the wedding.” With that, she heads off to find a place with stronger drinks and less friends wanting to kill each other.

Jaxson is seemingly too late, as now death threats are being issued around, causing the man to close the distance between him and Valrae almost instinctively. Seems the drama just never stops at big events.