A Conference of Wizards

[Lord]

Young mage
Age: 6
Very powerful for his age.
Knows many spells
Golden hair blue eyes


IC: I Volunteer for the trip. I may be young, but I am strnog.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Denoitnem:

"Young one," I gaze at the small boy, "we gladly welcome you on this journey." I look at Sorian and Grilam who do not show any indication of their thoughts.

"I am old, and you are young, my bright haired friend; yet, we are peers. I forget easily and you, no doubt, learn quickly. Around this table, everyone knows the dark wizard Grilam and the white-clad Sorian, but you are new to our clan. Please, refresh my memory and introduce yourself to the court again--brave child. Oh, and who are your parents?"


OOC:
Give us some flesh to gnaw at ;-) Welcome aboard.

Thanks to all for helping me make this worthwhile.

 

[Lord]

.....i cant find my post nemore?

 

[Lord]

ooc: there it is

IC: uh.....my parents? uhm...God decided that earth needed some help and sent me down O
my name? Lord of course(Hence my name)

 

[bobo_daclown]

Denoitnem:

"Okay then, Lord of unknown birthright," I laugh heartily, "welcome to a great adventure."

I think to myself and remember what I had said earlier, "That still leaves a slot or two for this little expedition. Any other volunteers?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

OOC

OOC:

***Chance for people to join in here***
just give something to work with.

Lord: Okay... I guess we'll learn more about your character as the meeting/adventure progress.

I'll leave volunteerism open until tonight. Then, I'll post again.

 

[Lord]

Yes......Learn by conference Learn by Patience.

 

[Darklord]

Glaferin

I listened as Sorian, Grilam, and the new kid Lord all volunteered for this very dangerous assignment. Sitting for a few moments I decided to speak.

"Fellows, I'm sure that some of you are wondering as to why I do not jump right now and volunteer for this most likely dangerous assignment. But as some of you are still old enough to remember my youth, I think I have earned the right for myself to sit here, drink, and offer advice and encouragement these days." I said, and after another moment said "But, if any of you should fall into trouble, feel free to contatc me, and I will help." and as I finished speaking I chugged the last of my wine, and got some more...

 

[Lord]

Lord

Looks at all the wizards getting beers and wines. So I go over to the table and get a beer myself. They said I was to young, so they gave me a coke instead. I took the coke, slamed it on the table, and demanded a pepsi. After I get the pepsi, I walk over to the Great High Wizard and ask him what this trip to the northern is about. I ask him what they are doing and wish that I could be informed. As I wait for his reply, I think over the spells and tricks I already know.
"Alakazam alakaboom make this foo go take a poo"
"Prifity Pram Frickity Fram, make this trip, be a big flip"
And many more similar to that. After i rehearse each time I hear a wizard start explaining....

 

[Guest]

sorian

i get up from my chair and go get some wine. as i sit back down i ponder what is to be done about this mist thing.

 

[The GrandMage]

Grilam the Black

He, too, went to the bar. He returned to his seat with a cool bottle of IBC and a deal with the bartender. He opened his drink, and had no sooner had a taste than his robes begame to ring.

He set the bottle on the table, and rummaged in his multitude of pockets before withdrawling a cell phone. He quickly opened it, and talking quietly, conversed with whoever was on the other end.

After a few minutes, he began to speak in a voice all could hear. "What do you mean? Now?!? How many, which...."

"No! Of course, I'm on my way. No! Stay right where you are!"

He looked up around the table, and raised his bottle to his lips, drinking the contents down. No sooner had it hit the table than it was replaced, a new bottle sitting in front of him and a smug look on the Bartender's face.

Grilam looked at his peers. "The...the golem I left in charge has called. I must be off. I'll stay in touch."

 

[Lord]

Lord walks up to Grilam and questions him "What seems to be the problem at home?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Grilam the Black

He looked down, and set his shoulders. "That's my business. And no concern of yours."

He glanced around the table, and bowed lightly. "I'll be in touch. Good day."

He hurried from the room, intent on returning to his home as quickly as possible...

 

[Lord]

ooc: awwwww

ic: Thnks for a while about going with him or not. He decided he shouldn't shove his buisness in everything so he just walked to the bar got a pepsi and walked to a table and started drinking.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Denoitnem:

The young boy comes up to me and calls me some wonderful name. I can barely contain my laughter. Then, he tells me that he does not know about the mist.

"My dear boy," I begin. My tone changes to one of scolding as I tell the boy that he should have listened when Grilam was speaking earlier.

"Esaelp, srewop cigam ho...." I begin an incantation only to remember that this is a formal meeting. "I don't need to turn back the sands of time for our young friend." I say as I grab the minutes from the secretary.

You can read these notes and refresh your memory: (check page 1 of the thread).

As Grilam starts searching through his pockets, I am entertained by the young wizard demanding a Pepsi rather than Coke. Grilam gets up to leave. "Dear friend, please hurry back. Or, if you can't, send word."

He responds, "I'll be in touch. Good day." And I take that as a good thing.

More chaos insues as Glaferin reminds us why he should not have to go. I ponder about that, wondering if this has anything to do with that competition he had a couple of decades ago with a young Merlyn.

"Glaferin, I understand your reasons for not joining us on this very noble quest. I shall keep you informed. I will join the party as there are none else. Therefore, since Glaferin will be staying at home, should anything happen to me, my second will take over." I realize how somber this sounds and move on with the meeting.

I am very glad that the meeting is finally over. Now I shall return to my tower in await of news from Grilam.

 

[Darklord]

Glaferin

I brooded as Grilam left to answer some call from his keep to the North. I too remebered the young Merlyn who had bested me for the love of a woman. And the consequences that had led too. Thirty years of figthing the worst demons in all the nether reaches in an attempt to forget her. And the scars to prove it also. Soon enough I was sitting right next to a keg refilling my glass every time it fell below half-full.

Soon Denoitnem left for his own tower and left me holding the bag. Sighing I stood up and spoke briefly "One and all, I say let's have a round of friendly contests to see who is best at what types of magic. Any suggestions?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Grilam the Black - The Dark Tower

A few minutes later, he was back in his Tower. The first thing to meet his eyes after the teleportation was the living golem- Nyre. Once a young wizard who had sacrificed himself for the good of the planet, he was now encased in armor made from iron and monster's bones. A dark suit of armor, seven feet tall, with great horns, two glowing red eyes. The living golem was all that Grilam had been able to do to save the young wizard. Without voice, Nyre had remained in the Tower, serving Grilam.

Nyre was head of the Valley's guard, but was not the golem Grilam had left in charge. Instead, it was the small creature held in Nyre's arms. Grilam's face broke into a smile, and he lifted the small kitten into his arms before leaving the arrival hall, headed towards the observation room. The kitten resembled a regular cat in most ways, except most of its body was made of marshmellow fluff, and it had solid steel bones, making it very heavy.

"Report." Grilam said. By the time he had reached the observation room, he knew what was going on. He set the cat on the floor. "Contact Denoitnem, tell him the haze will be here in an hour. Nyre, pull the reserves and prepare for a code red emergency..."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Denoitnem:

I walk through the gates and into the courtyard. Passing by one rose bush, I watch as a flower jumps off the leaves and onto my shirt, instantly replaced by a bud.

The wooden bridge falls across the moat just in time, so that I do not have to slow. I walk into the main level of the tower. From the outside, the tower is merely that--a tower, twenty feet wide and sixty feet tall. Inside, it is warped to a large playroom. Gadgets and thingamabobs drape the walls, potions and herbs mat the tables, pictures and mirrors appear and disappear at whim.

A confusing place, but not to me. To me, 'tis home.

However long I have been waiting to get home, my time here is short. Suddenly, a window appears in front of me. On the other side, I see Grilam's heavy Golem trying to tell me something.

It seems he wishes to play charades. "Sixteen words, first word...." The golem looks fierce when I mock him. After some hand signals and a lot of mean comments by me (followed by evil looks from the golem,) I get the picture.

Broadcasting the news, I tell all of the wizards who have volunteered and also send news to the council.

Before I get to the door, the armoire has finished packing my knapsack. I thank her and then utter, "What ever shall I wear?"

A blaze of colors lights the room as my garb changes speedily. Finally, I settle on a robe (go figure). Pristine white and flowing, the robe follows me and displays my pink boxers.

"Oops!" I gasp, "I suppose I need more than just the robe.

In another poof, my boxers are covered and I am clothed entirely in white. Large silver pendents hang from my neck and my shoulders and from my waist. The knapsack shrinks and I swallow it with all of its contents: knowing I can always recover it later.

My charger meets me at the door and I am quick to mount her. Also white, the mare races to the north, faster than any other horse on the planet.

I grab my cell phone from my belt holster and page Gandalf wondering if he is up to an adventure of his own. No response. The way I figure it, those famous wizards like Gandalf and Merlyn must have had their day and given up hope on modern life and left adventuring for us young wizards. Riding across the various terrains, I start to think to myself:

'I hope we can defeat this haze.'
'What will happen today?'
'What should I have with dinner: red wine or white?'
'Who's going to win this weekend, NC State or Georgia Tech?'
'I wonder if my magical cap is too tacky; or, perhaps too childish... it is my favorite.'

 

[The GrandMage]

Grilam the Black

He was observing the patterns of the monsters when the kitten padded back in. "Done."

She sank her deadlky claws into his black robe, and climbed up until she was at his shoulder, when the little cat promptly curled up and fell asleep.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Denoitnem:

Nearing the first expanse of mountains, the climate chills. The mare beneath me breaths heavily, but does not slow.

Suddenly I think to myself, 'I don't need to stay so chilly.'

With that thought, my charger leaps over a small river. She is suprised that we did not land on the other side of the river. Rather, we appeared outside of the Black Wizard's tower. She stumbles and nearly throws me, from shock.

I dismount her and walk to the door. Inside, I realize that I am the only wizard who had decided to use nonmagic transport, as others were already here. Grilam walks around with a cat on his shoulder while Lord and Sorian sip from their drinks.

"Good day, chaps. Or, perhaps, I should say that the day will get better, ay?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Grilam the Black

He looked over as Denoitnem entered. "Actually, things are about to get worse. Come. The haze is upon us. We'll have to break the monsters apart before we can get to it..."

With that, he led thy way...

 

[Lord]

Lord

Lord followed him. They were walking aroudn the corner of his tower. While they were walking they were talking

"THink we can handle this?"
"Yeah....I hope so"
"think neones gonna die?"
"Hope not"
"Shouldn't we get more people here?"
"Nah..."

Everyone was asking each other questions.... non stop talk went on and on. Finally, they were at a room where Grimlim told them to stop.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Denoitnem:

As I walk with my companions, questions charge the air. The electricity in the conversation sparks interest and concern, worry and hope. Finally, I hear one of my companions ask whether we should have more wizards to do this deed.

"Chap, we need no further help. Better that we sacrafice a few than risk the entire wizardhood. Anyway," I add sarcastically, "it's not like anyone else would be able to help us."

I did hope my turn did not sound too unenthusiastic.

Finally, Grilam stops in front of us. We are in a new room: the walls are onyx, or so it appears. I am prepared and hope my companions are also.

 

[silverwolf]

sorian

when i heard the news i quickly gathered my staff and daggers and filled a knapsack with food and wine.and tlied to the meeting.as i follow grilam i start to wonder what we'll have to do to beat this haze.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Denoitnem:

"Lord, Sorian, Grilam, we are all here and must be prepared. Well Grilam," I ask, "do you know what we are going to be fighting against?"