Post by scottenkainen on Sept 4, 2014 21:31:43 GMT -6
Turn 6 for Ximo:
The gnome turned hostile; he would have got up in Ximo's face if Ximo's face hadn't been a few feet too high. "If you are not here for class, and you are not here with a sponsor, then you must face the challenge." the gnome said. "You may choose the challenge: challenge by riddle, challenge by spell, or challenge by silver."
Ximo took the gnome's hostile reaction in stride, though he did file away the little gnome's behavior as perhaps indicative of a general racial complaint. He considered the options and guessed it might be best to impress the little thing with his magical prowess. He stared down at the angry little thing and answered in a superior tone, "I choose challenge by spell, my good gnome."
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 5, 2014 11:31:58 GMT -6
Turn 6a for Ximo:
"By spell, eh?" the gnome said, somewhat taken aback, as if surprised at the choice.
"Professor Flitwick?" the girl said as she walked closer from the fountain. "Where will it be safe to stand and watch a challenge by spell?"
"Ah, good point," the gnome said. "Very well. Stranger, I will delay my spell challenge, for the safety of the students. Know that I will reserve my challenge for later. For now, you may use the tradesman's entrance around the right hand side of the building for entering."
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 8, 2014 11:15:04 GMT -6
Turn 6b for Ximo:
"Oh, you will know," Flitwick said. "That entrance is never left unguarded."
With the front entrance apparently closed off to him, Ximo went around to check out the tradesman's entrance -- just in case he still decided to give these people the benefit of his presence after his so-far frosty reception.
The tradesman's entrance was an ordinary-looking door around the corner and up a short set of steps. Ximo knocked on the door by its knocker and waited to be admitted.
The door opened -- seemingly of its own accord! Inside was a small entry room, only 5' on a side, with a door at the back of it.
Another voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, spoke. "Enter, close the door behind you, and state your business," the voice said.
Ximo passed through the doorway into the small entry room. He was impressed by the presence of magical effects at the Consortium. He decided they might be worthy of his time, particularly if they could expand his already extensive magical knowledge. He closed the door and answered the disembodied voice very confidently, "I come seeking an audience with the Consortium."
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 9, 2014 8:27:21 GMT -6
Turn 7 for Ximo:
After Ximo spoke, he had the strange feeling that he was falling -- or somehow the room was moving down? Two seconds later, though, the door at the back of the room opened onto a small office. A well-groomed man in fine clothes sat behind a desk. There was also a cabinet in the room and a door in the right hand wall. There were no windows, but were seeing by a lamp hanging from the ceiling above the desk. The desk was clear of clutter, but there was an ink pot and quill atop it.
"Please come in," the man said to Ximo. "Your request for an audience was very non-specific, but you have shown yourself to have no shortage of bravery on coming here and has piqued our interest. Can you tell me more, now, about your interest in the Consortium? Or perhaps you could at least specify if it is business- or magic-related. We do involve ourselves in matters where the two do not overlap."
Ximo moved to stand before the man's desk and made a half-bow as he introduced himself, "I am called Ximo the Humble, though perhaps 'the Brave' might be more flattering. And I am a magician of some skill and a trained clerk with several years of service as the latter behind me. But I have reason to believe that employment may be coming to an end soon."
Ximo noted the man's eyebrow arching inquisitively at the last point but chose to ignore the unspoken question.
"I believe the Silver Consortium could be a solution to my needs. I suppose, not knowing more about how this sort of thing goes, I am petitioning for membership in the Consortium. But I'd need to know more before I could make that last bit an official request. So maybe we could settle on the more generic term 'employment' for now."
Ximo did his best to look respectable for the seated gentleman.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 10, 2014 17:22:15 GMT -6
Turn 8 for Ximo:
"I see, I see. Well, very direct and properly asked," the man said, as if impressed. "Very well, there actually do happen to be some employment possibilities for you here. Perhaps you can tell me which of these options sounds more preferable to you. We have..." he opened a drawer and flipped through some papers Ximo could hear but not see from where he was sitting. "Guard duty...alchemist assistant...or something in sales?"
Ximo was intrigued by all the possibilities and said so, "Those all sound promising. Could you perhaps provide me with more details on each? I believe my skills might be suited to any one of them but being somewhat new to this side of the business it would be hasty to make a decision. What are the terms of each option? And, while you are kindly helping me find my way, how might I become a member of the Consortium and not just hired help?"
Ximo spoke again before the man could begin, "And please forgive all the questions, prior to this my master had seen to my service."
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 11, 2014 9:31:44 GMT -6
Turn 8a for Ximo:
"I see you're a man who likes to have all the facts," the man behind the desk said matter-of-factly, but failed to mask a certain amount of irritation in his voice, as if he had been hoping not to have to keep talking. "Guard duty would be here on the premises. We have an...important prisoner who needs constant guarding and we are, in fact, slightly understaffed at present and could use you right away.
"Alchemist assistant is off-site; we have a member who owns the most important apothecary in town and he's looking for an apprentice. I believe he would also be willing to take a journeyman magic-user, but really this position depends on how far along you are and if you are not already too advanced for the position.
"Sales is an important part of what we do here. Besides magic, we control all buying and selling of silver in Verbobonc. We need magic-users with an intimidating presence -- and more importantly, contacts in the business world -- who can help us find new investors.
"Now, as to becoming a member, that would require having your spellbook examined and certified. It's the only way to know for certain how powerful or experienced a magic-user you are. It need not be done here; we can have an examiner come see your spellbook at the location of your choice, if it would make you feel more comfortable. The examination comes with a fee of 10 gold pieces, of course. And then there would be dues to discuss, but they would be variable and depend on your level of ability and commitment to the Consortium."
"I do appreciate your patience with my questions. I think, knowing myself, we should start with the apothecary. Perhaps following that appointment I will have some idea of the possibilities that membership would provide. What level of magical ability is prerequisite for membership?"
Ximo had no more questions beyond the last and would then take the directions and a introductory note or something similar and be on his way.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 12, 2014 10:06:03 GMT -6
Turn 9 for Ximo:
"There is no prerequisite for membership other than magical aptitude," the man said. "You may have seen some of our students arriving when you came in.
"However, we're not quite done yet. I want to take you down the hall to our Office of Divination for a routine check. If you were found to be evil, it would not prevent you from ultimately being hired, but any employers connected to the Consortium would be informed and would decide on their own. If you'll come with me?"
The man got up and led Ximo to the side door and opened it onto a corridor lit by a magical, glowing light on the ceiling. As the man led Ximo down the corridor, they heard an unearthly howl echoing from somewhere.
"Advanced conjuration class," the man said absent-mindedly. "Try not to mind the noise."
They walked to the second door on the right and the man knocked. The door opened and a chubby man with spectacles and a more obvious wizardly outfit (robes and pointy hat) opened the door. "Ah, the new applicant?" the new man asked as if he were somehow already aware of Ximo. "Come in, come in. Thank you, Chavarria," he said to the first man. "I am Juaregi and will be administering your spell today. Now, the interesting thing about alignment divination is that it is difficult to obtain accurate results without context. So..."
Juaregi stepped back into the room and pulled a kitten out of a box. "Would you be willing to hold this kitten for a minute or two?"
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 15, 2014 10:13:37 GMT -6
Turn 10 for Ximo:
"Our studies show that kittens will elicit strong reactions of either good or evil," Juaregi said excitedly. "It's the latest scientific research in studying how divination works."
Juaregi cast what was apparently a Detect Evil spell, then asked Ximo some questions about the kitten and asked him to pet it.
"Excellent results," Juaregi said. He stamped a piece of paper and gave it to Ximo. "Take this back to the office you came from."
Ximo was excused from the office and left to return to the room at the end of the corridor, provided he was able to ignore the other, unexplored 3 doors in the corridor, or peek around the corner at the far end.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 16, 2014 11:30:10 GMT -6
Turn 10a for Ximo:
Ximo could hear noises from up ahead. Looking around the corner, Ximo could see the passage turned, turned again after 15', and then opened into a very spacious, two-level chamber. Sunlight was coming from that room.
Ximo figured it would be hard to explain how he had mistakenly ended up down there so, instead, he turned back and walked to the door across the hall from the room he knew to be Chavarria's and knocked on the door. His plan was to act surprised, introduce himself and explain his mistake. Then try to learn whatever was going on in the room he had accidentally entered - without annoying its occupant or occupants.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 22, 2014 22:36:13 GMT -6
Turn 10c for Ximo:
Ximo tried the other two doors. The second door was locked. The third door opened up onto another corridor, perpendicular to the one he was in. He could see one more door in this new corridor, before the corridor turned a corner to the left.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 30, 2014 14:55:37 GMT -6
Turn 11 for Ximo:
Chavarria was waiting in his 'office' and did not look overtly concerned about how long it had taken Ximo to get back. He did ask for the paper Juaregi had given him, looked it over, and said, "Excellent."
He then kept Juaregi's paper and placed it in a scrollcase that had Ximo's name on it already. And Chavarria handed Ximo another paper in exchange. "Your letter of referral to the alchemist. His name is Txanton and you will find his apothecary in this district, on Tarry Road. Good luck to you in your employment," Chavarria said. He offered Ximo a handshake, then saw him to the door that led back to the foyer.
Again, there was the disconcerting feeling of motion -- upwards this time -- despite the fact that the room appeared unaltered by the experience. It seemed clear that Ximo was meant to leave, though it was tempting to take a peek again through the door he had just used...
He was just about to try it when the door behind him opened on its own and the disembodied voice spoke again. "You may go now," it said.
When Ximo peeked outside, he saw the yard around the building appeared empty. A bird suddenly took off from an upstairs window, flying east, and seemed to be carrying a tiny message case.
Ximo was duly impressed with the mystical experience. He had some sense that some of these tricks were not beyond his own abilities, or at least not far beyond them. But he still had no idea how some of the things he had experienced had been achieved. He tucked the letter of referral into one of the pockets of his robe and headed out to the street. Once there he would find some shopkeeper or other halfway intelligent looking local and ask him or her the way to Tarry Road. Then he could find this Txanton and see where that might lead.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 1, 2014 15:36:00 GMT -6
Turn 12 for Ximo:
Tarry Road turned out to be just four streets away and the apothecary was indicated by a pestle-shaped sign with the word "Txanton's" on it.
Inside was a fairly typical-looking apothecary, smelling strongly of herbs that could be seen in all manner of jars and bowls. It was hot from a fireplace in use in summer. It also had an unusually busy looking alchemist working it.
"Who are you? I do business at the service window," Txanton said, staring at Ximo through thick spectacles poking out from under a leather skullcap on a clean-shaven face. "Oh..." he said when he saw Ximo's letter of recommendation. "Oh, excellent. Very well, you're hired. Here -- stir this. And keep stirring it until I tell you to stop."
Ximo was left with a long spoon and a small kettle over the edge of a roaring fireplace. It was one of several kettles hanging from swivel mounts, each of a different size, that could be moved over the fire.
"Let me see, let me see..." Txanton said as he poured over scraps of paper he found around the workshop. "So much research to do..."
Ximo kept stirring for a time and observed Txanton work. When the alchemist finally told him to stop he interjected.
"Txanton, we must discuss the terms of my employment. Nay, whether or not I am even interested in this employment. And it would be inappropriate for me to do any further work for you until we have that discussion. What type of assistant are you looking for? I am more than a mere apprentice, with skills beyond stirring pots."
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 3, 2014 9:11:52 GMT -6
Turn 13 for Ximo:
"Oh...goodness," Txanton said, embarrassed. "I had not even thought to check on your abilities. You are a fully-trained magic-user? Professionally schooled? May I ask how many spells you can hold in your memory a day? I am looking for an assistant who can assist in salve and potion preparation, good at procuring rare ingredients, plus handy at research. The actual salary is low -- 2 silver pieces per day, but the real reward is, of course, the experience, especially if you want a future in alchemy."
Ximo answered Txanton with more than a hint of pride in his voice, "I can hold two spells in my memory a day, though at this point in the day I have only one at my disposal. I would welcome the opportunity to learn more of alchemy, but I have no idea what level of assistant you require. And I'm not sure my temperament suits me to daily labor in your shop."
Ximo continued, "But there is no reason to think we cannot find some other way forward here. What if I could find you an assistant? Would you be willing to pay a finder's fee?"
Ximo thought some more, "And perhaps we could talk about ingredient gathering on a bounty basis?
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 7, 2014 9:34:08 GMT -6
Turn 13a for Ximo:
Txanton mulled the questions over. "I'm already paying a finder's fee to the guild for an assistant, so I hesitate to pay another one. And I'd already be paying an assistant for ingredient gathering, so I hesitate to pay someone else to also do it....Although..."
Here Txanton crossed his arms and screwed up his face as if really deep in thought. "I have always wanted a supply of kings foil," he said at last. "It's a weed that grows nowhere around here, but can be found in the Kron Hills to the south. I would be willing to pay 1 gold per ounce of the stuff."
Ximo considered Txanton's offer, "I would have to recruit some companions for such an expedition but I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested. I hope you will forgive the mistake made on my part and that of the guild. Perhaps I could make it up to you by offering to work for an hour? In exchange you explain to me what you're doing?"