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"Egad," (Patreon)

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2025-01-24 03:38:23
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Hoardblemish remarked. "Is that young lady an elf?”

“No," I replied testily. "No she is not.”

“Fiona, stop that!” Rebecca exclaimed as Fiona began ecstatically licking the stone slab.

“Is- is she all right?” Hoardblemish wondered as Rebecca and the other witches pried Fiona away from the Gate.

“Definitely not…” I grumbled.

“You mentioned earlier that you wanted to enroll all three girls-” Hoardblemish began nervously.

“So, how does the stone circle work??” I blurted quickly, to change the subject.

“Ah," Hoardblemish replied proudly. "It’s a simple matter of entering the circle at the right spot and circumambulating the Gate thrice widdershins before entering. Miss Staircrawly will demonstrate.”

The spider entered the circle and jogged three laps around the Gate, then darted through the dolmen and disappeared.

"Astounding!" I declared. "How did you discover this?"

"Simply a matter of trial and error," Hoardblemish explained. "I had a few clues to go on. Legends state that these stones are an entrance to the Faerie Kingdom, and the bit about circling thrice widdershins is common in folklore. It was just a matter of finding the right spot to enter the circle."

We all followed the spider's path, and in a few minutes everyone was standing inside an obscure wing of the Persoc Tor Winter Palace.

"Welcome to the Hoardblemish Academy of the Art & the Science," Hoardblemish announced dramatically.

“I’m here," Fiona squealed, breaking the awed silence that had fallen over everyone else. "I’m finally here. Sweet, merciful heavens, I may faint!”

“Please do,” Harriet quipped.

“Theriouthly,” Basil concurred.

I did not like the idea that lowfolk were able to pass this Gate at will, but decided it was best to keep quiet. This Hoardblemish character would bear close watching.

"So tell me about the school," I prompted.

"I wonder how you even heard of us, Mr. Young," Hoardblemish began sheepishly. "We've only just started..."

"Word travels fast in my circles," I stated mysteriously. "When I got wind of your plans, I knew I had to investigate for myself."

"I'm fairly well connected in the world of the occult," Hoardblemish muttered, "yet I've never heard of you nor your coven of witches."

"Clearly we operate much more clandestinely than you do," I sniffed. "If you require a magickal demonstration to prove our credentials, that can be arranged. But for now, please - tell me about the school."

"Well, we've er, cleaned out a couple of rooms to provide quarters for each of us, and there's a makeshift lecture hall in what was either a chapel or a small theatre. The Lady Edessa is not very forthcoming with information about this place."

"Edessa??" I exclaimed. So it was true! She was here, and had been talking to these lowfolk! She knew nearly nothing about the Palace because, as far as I could recall, she had spent little or no time here. "Who's that?" I added, before Hoardblemish could get suspicious.

"She is our librarian. We found her in the library when we discovered the place. She is the only living soul we've encountered so far, and seems to be surrounded by an air of tragedy, as if she was the last of her kind. I have never seen her leave the library. She's not very communicative, but she told us we were welcome here and that she was the Queen of the elves. They don't lie, you know."

"MY LONG LOST MOTHER IS HERE???" Fiona yowled with delight.

"I would like to meet this librarian of yours," I declared, as the other witches subdued Fiona. "Tell me more about the school’s financial situation. What about potential reconstruction and refurbishment of the building’s structures? It all looks a bit dusty and run-down at the moment. How many students and staff? What are the school's most urgent needs?"

"Er, well, at present we're operating on our personal funds, which should see us a good long way since Edessa charges us nothing for the use of the facility. We only have to pay for food and necessities, which we buy in Percysthorpe. As far as tidying up the place, students and faculty are all expected to help out ... and hopefully tuition will provide funds to pay for whatever work we can't do ourselves. Our faculty and staff, as well as our student body, consist at present of MacMath, Staircrawly, and myself. I know a necromancer who might be willing to join up, but he will take some convincing. I don't think I flatter myself too much when I say I'm a dab hand at ceremonial magick and alchemy. The others are still learning, but MacMath shows great promise in wards and bindings, and Staircrawley's a natural with offensive spells."

"Is that like makin fart noises an bad smells?" Burnside asked with sudden interest.

"No, more like attacking a foe with sparks or magic missiles," Hoardblemish clarified.

"Hmph. Knives is better."

"The library contains a wealth of occult information which we've barely begun to explore," Hoardblemish continued. "So far we haven't been able to convince Queen Edessa to teach, but perhaps over time she'll warm up to us.."

"I wouldn't count on it," I remarked drily without thinking.

"To sum up, Mr. Young, our school's most urgent need is ... well ... everything."

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>Adler: You have to restrain yourself from demanding to see Edessa right this second. You have QUITE a few things to say to that conniving harpy… However, that would make Hoardblemish suspicious. Considering how grateful he is to Edessa for letting him use this palace as a school, even though she has no authority to do so. You’ll need to shower him in generosity to gain his trust. >Adler: “Mister Hoardblemish, as I mentioned earlier, I am very interested in your operation here and I may consider becoming a benefactor of your school if your curriculum meets my standards. I have an interest in the occult myself and any discoveries you, your faculty, or students make may be of great interest to me.” *You put on the air of a mysterious man of wealth to get Hoardblemish invested in your proposal.* >Hoardblemish: “As I mentioned, we are only just starting out. Any suggestions and donations you are willing to provide would help us greatly.” >Adler: “Excellent! We should continue this discussion in private. My compatriots would love nothing more that a tour of this facility with your peers. Do you have an office?” >Hoardblemish: “Well…” You say sheepishly. “There’s a room I would like to be my office.” >Burnside: “But-” >Adler: You quickly speak to Burnside with elfmind. “Edessa is nearby. She is a dangerous and unknown element here. At this moment, she is more a danger to Rebecca and the girls than she is to me. Keep them safe. That’s an order!” >Burnside: You reluctantly nod. >Hoardblemish: “Uh, Mr. Young? Are you alright? You look like you have a migraine.” >Adler: Blast it! You made the elfmind face again! You really need to practice not doing that.. It makes you look like a doofus. In addition to everything else. “o-no, I’m fine. Just having an intense thought.” Technically true. >MacMath: “Come with me and Staircrawly! I’ll show you all me favorite drinkin’ spots!” >Harriet: “May we have some?” >Rebecca: “You most certainly may not, young lady!” >Burnside: “I’ll have a drink.” >Rebecca: “Burnside, you are a terrible role model!” >Burnside: “Nothing wrong with a drink or twenty.” >Adler: Hoardblemish leads you to a room that may one day become his office. Currently it is dusty and filled with junk. He asks you if you would like a seat and you accept. >Adler: As you sit on a teeny-tiny footstool and Hoardblemish sits uncomfortably on a large barrel, you both talk turkey. Hoardblemish outlines his lesson plans and his own studies, you provide a number of suggestions to add to his curriculum and mention a number of books that may help him if he can find them in the library. You also broach your desire to have authority in the school, the ability to suggest new areas of study and veto subjects you believe to be too dangerous. He is reluctant at first, but becomes much more amenable when you produce a large bag of gold. Finally, you would like a say in who the university hires. You assure him that, for the most part, the school will be able to function autonomously with only minimal input from you, as you will only be checking in sporadically. >Hoardblemish: “You really seem to know your stuff, Mr. Young, so I am willing to accept your terms. Shall we shake on it?” >Adler: As you shake hands, a thought occurs to you. Zandar’s search for this Hastur entity is going to bring her to Perycsthorpe. Having her at this university would be a great way of keeping track of her. That and she’ll have less chance to massacre entire towns for mildly inconveniencing her. “I have a suggestion for a potential teacher to add to your faculty. An acquaintance of mine, Zandar Skonk, will be passing through Percysthorpe soon. She is knowledgeable in the ways of magick and would make a fine addition to your faculty. However, we did not part on the best of terms, and it would be for the best if she does not know of my involvement with your institution. On that note, I tread in dangerous circles. I have allies and enemies. It is a possibility that my enemies may act against your school if they knew of my connection to you. Putting your faculty and students in danger on my account is definitely something I don’t want, so it’s best if only the two of us know about this. With your permission, I would like to use magick to have your peers, MacMath and Staircrawley, forget about me.” >Hoardblemish: “That seems a bit extreme…” You look at the large sack of gold. “But if it’s in the name of safety…” >Adler: “Excellent!” You clap your hands together for emphasis. “I hope this is the beginning of a long and fruitful partnership, Headmaster!” >Adler: Hoardblemish beams at you officially addressing him by his title you add, “Now then. I would like to meet this mysterious librarian you mentioned.” >Adler: You address the audience. “Well, my faithful listeners. How do you think I approached my meeting with Edessa? Did I go in alone? Did I take Burnside? Did I take Burnside and Rebecca? I’m curious to hear your thoughts.”