User:Basil

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Description

Basil Ignatius Montgomery, more commonly referred to by first name alone, is an academy-trained scholar and mage. He is tall, lanky, and most often exhibits impeccable posture, though his personality and attire could be adequately described as eclectic.

Of Basil's many and varied possessions, his most prized, by far, is his beloved flying carpet. Animated with a sigil painstakingly recreated from fragments of antiquated enchantments, the ornate rug is his primary means of transportation and recreation.

Sometimes seen accompanying him is his penguin, Omega. Not even knee-high, the tiny fellow finds it all to easy to shy away from the eyes of strangers, usually hiding somewhere in the thick folds of his masters robes.

Also to be seen with the mage is Meliae, his personal slave, a once-feral dryad now bound in servitude. Disregarding the ethical dilemmas, Basil keeps her closely and magically attuned to himself, summoning her forth from her woodland home whenever he so chooses.

By a turn of unexpected events, or perhaps an unexpected turn of expected events, Basil has become the leader of the clan Providence, a duty which he takes quite seriously. Always, he is on the hunt for new members and new opportunities to utilize the clan's diverse talents.

Recently, Basil has re-accepted his old post at the hanging corpse, and now serves alongside Urghadk as the tavern's bouncer once more.

Biography

“Another extraordinary presentation! I daresay, our fine Academy wouldn’t be worth half its merit without the Montgomerys. Our daredevil duo, toying around with inverse channeling like that! I’ve never seen the like!” “Quite a remarkable pair those two. I’d never been so pleased to see a couple get together. And it’s true! Every word you’ve said. I sometimes wonder which is more valuable: their showmanship or their research? The Academy makes a bundle on every demonstration they hold, and look at the attention they’ve drawn! Magical theory has never been so attractive to the public eye. Our attendance has more than doubled in the decade they’ve been with us.” “More than tripled, in fact. This next term, we shall be seeing our eighth consecutive record for annual enrollment. I’m sure it won’t be too many years now before we’ll be receiving Basil’s application. I daresay, he shows a most precocious aptitude!” “The Montgomery boy? What else would you expect? The lad has good stock, good stock indeed…”


“How horrid, how positively horrid. I mean, I’m sorry, I never meant to carry on…” “No, no, it’s quite alright. I couldn’t agree more. The funeral was lovely, don’t get me wrong, but goodness, it just couldn’t have happened to a nicer couple. I suppose, really, we always knew it was going to happen eventually. The Montgomery pair certainly earned their reputation as daredevils.” “Remarkable funeral, quite. I’ve hardly seen such a crowd. Oh, and poor Basil. Left in the university’s care, and at his age! I suppose we’ll have to offer him an apprenticeship, won’t we?” “Right we shall, and don’t make it sound like such a burden! I, for one, will be all too pleased to do them this final favor. What more could they have possibly wanted than to know their son’s security is assured? On top of that, my good man, you musn’t forget, he is still a Montgomery, by God, and you and I both know the boy’s the greatest prodigy of his age. We’d be fools not to offer him an apprenticeship.” “Fine, fine, we both know when you’re right. Now where’s this post-service luncheon at?”


“Next please.” “Oh, gosh, where was I… ahh here he is. Name: Basil Ignatius Montgomery. Age: seventeen, Acedemic Standing…” “Yes, yes, we all know Basil very well. The question is what to do with him. He’s long finished as a journeyman, and I suppose the next step is obvious, no? Mind you, I can’t say this without a hint of apprehension; after all, this is a rather historically significant decision we’re making. He’d be the youngest master in our lifetime.” “Perhaps so, but don’t you think he’s earned it?” “Well, yes, certainly, but the precedent…” “Damn the precedent, the man’s a legitimate master, regardless of his age. You yourself admit there’s nothing left for him to do as a journeyman. He’s already nearly picked up where his parents have left off. I say he deserves to be a master as much as any, ourselves included.” “Should we be concerned that’s he’ll be studying the same phenomena that killed his parents?” “The public will like it, that’s for sure. More press for the Academy.” “And more press means more enrollments. I say he gets the job.” “Agreed.” “Agreed.” “The motion passes. Be sure to send Master Montgomery his congratulatory letter.”


“So what did he say?” “Master Montgomery, apparently, is far too busy to give any public demonstrations. His research is too demanding. It would seem he is close to something.” “Well, he’d better be! We didn’t take him onboard so he could hide in a laboratory all day. Right at this moment, he is of very limited value. We’ve got plenty of researchers. What I need is a showman. He can have this month to himself, but I expect no further interruptions of the demonstration schedule.” “Perhaps you should talk to him, then? He’s very absorbed in his work at the moment and didn’t seem to pay me much heed. Gracious, when he gets caught on an idea, he really gets caught on it, doesn’t he? Been working nonstop, he has. The man can’t have slept in days.” “I doubt he has, I’ve hardly seen him leave that little room lately.” “Do you understand what it is he’s building?” “He’s explained it to me very thoroughly, which is to say, no, I haven’t the faintest clue. With any luck he’ll have it finished in time for next month’s audience, and then all of us can see it.”


“By Jove, what was that?! Sounded like he was trying to tear the building down!” “He’s gone, sir!” “Who’s gone? Basil? But how?” “We don’t know. All we found were burnt bits of his uniform and personal articles scattered around the room. No body to speak of, just bits of smoking rubbish, and the rest of the lab is in shambles too. All the equipment destroyed, notebooks burned. A complete loss!” “God, the poor man, I just saw him the morning…. Has the coroner been notified?” “Yes, and things are very complicated, especially without a body.” “I see… has is family been notified? Or rather, well… I suppose he didn’t have any, did he? Went the same way as his parents…”

OOC Information

You say you absolutely need to contact me OOC? Why certainly! By all means! I'm a good sport. Just send me an H-mail with OOC in the subject line. OOC tells work fine too. :P