[Tavern] Just a Pair of Mages [Atl please]

[Milo L'Evienne]

32nd Brightening of Ioannes, Summer of Era XIII

A cycle after Atl had met with the Imperial Regent, mid brightening or thereabouts, a summons arrived at the Crown Inn and Tavern; and delivered by one Gwygwin Hurin, elder sorcerer in service to the Imperial Regent. He cut an eccentric figure, distinct from his fellows on several counts. The human was an elderly mage, aged some sixty-three patterns, standing just short of five feet, eight inches tall and portly to a noticeable degree. With ruddy cheeks, a bulbous nose and bright blue eyes besides, he’d a severely receding hairline. Though what remained was stark white, somewhat short and resistant enough to grooming that it stuck out from his head at odd angles. Bushy eyebrows were a matched shade to his hair and ever in need of a good trimming. He was flamboyant, gregarious and eccentric in the extreme, traits given away in part by his habit of matching his otherwise utilitarian black robe with a bright raspberry beret balanced atop his bald patch. He wore it this brightening in fact. As an aside, as those who he spoke to would surely notice, his large nose whistled faintly with each breath taken.

And it whistled in fact, while inquiring after a Mr. Atl Myrsa at the long bar inside the tavern, and indicating that such a fellow should be fetched from his rooms and asked along downstairs. Imperial business of a most important nature Gwygwin emphasized. And of course, a mention that when Mr. Myrsa came looking for him, Gwygwin would be found at a corner table enjoying a pint of honeyed mead. And that was just where the sorcerer would be found should Atl heed his summons.

[Atl Myrsa]

Atl sapphire eyes looked upward from his journal as there was a knock on the door to him room. “Come in.” The druid called as he began to dab the ink dry. The door opened as one of the bell boys poked his head in. The thane paused in his do for you?”

“There is a messenger on Imperial business for you.” The bell boy said with a nervous twitch. Atl smiled at the boy, but still closed his journal and placed it on a table next to the bed. Quickly standing up the druid stood up and threw his open green robe on over his white cotton shirt, and black trousers. It had been a cycle since his meeting with the Regent and he had been expecting some sort of message. He wondered about the fact that apparently there was someone who wanted to talk with him directly.

The druid quickly followed behind the bell boy his ankle boots making a short tramp with each step as he marched towards the tavern. The boy pointed towards a corner in the already crowded tavern. Atl eyed the pudgy man in black robes and a reddish beret who was already enjoying something in a mug. Walking towards the man Atl made his way towards the magus through the maze of tables that helped to give life to the Crown Tavern. You never knew who you might bump into here. Atl paused before the mages table and with a bow of his head he addressed the man. “I am Atl Myrsa. I understand you summoned me.” As Atl straightened he looked into the mans eyes is own sapphire blue eyes showing interest and curiosity.

[Milo L'Evienne]

Met with the fellow he’d been sent to find, Gwygwin Hurin swallowed down the last of his mead before Atl even reached the table, dabbing his lips meticulously before standing and straightening robes and beret to his own satisfaction. ”That I have, your Grace. That I have. Gwygwin Hurin at your service sir, journeyman sorcerer in the employ of his Most Imperial Excellency,” the elder mage said with a level of dramatics above and beyond that ordinarily practiced by his less colorful peers, and of course, nose whistling faintly with every breath taken. ”I’ve a message to deliver your Grace, if you please,” he added then while slipping an aged hand into the folds of his robe, soon to produce a pair of scrolls. The first of them, he handed over with a flourish for the druid to read, then to fall silent and await a reply.

Secrets : Your Grace, Good brightening sir. After reviewing the details of our conversation one cycle past, I have concluded that you are indeed the man I would see fill the position of Imperial Magus-should such remain your desire. I was most impressed by what I heard and observed and further feel that your loyal service will greatly benefit the Empire. However, given that you are currently serving as Thane to the city of Mystique, I would delay the date of your writ of office for roughly two cycles from this brightening, so that you might better arrange a smooth transition for whomever succeeds you in your current office. Thus, Mr. Hurin has been instructed to present to you your writ of office, dated for the first brightening of Imperos, Summer of Era XIII. At that time, you may take your new Ministry in the Imperial Forum and begin your service. I would suggest that once taking office, you should immediately contact his Exalted Excellency lord Zhou, Imperial Exchequer so that he might provide you with the necessary documents outlining the currently updated budget for your Ministry-given that an audit of all offices has recently been completed. And of course, if there are any concerns that I might personally aid you with in the course of setting up office, please do not hesitate to contact me in addition to regular reports from your Ministry. Again your Grace, I believe the Empire will benefit greatly from your service, and I look forward to meeting with you again soon. Best Regards, Milo L’Evienne / Imperial Regent

[Atl Myrsa]

Atl nodded towards the Sorcerer as he took the first of the scrolls. “Thank you.” Was all he said in response as his delicate fingers unrolled the scroll, and his blue eyes began to scan the contents of the message. The Druid paused in the middle of the article to noticed the second scroll he turned towards the nearest bell boy and said to him. “Go up to my room and retrieve parchment and ink.” He gave the them the necessary information, and turned back to reading his letter. Atl eventually rolled up the scroll, as the boy returned with the needed supplies. Sitting down at a table. He looked up at Gwygwin Hurin. “I will have a response for the regent in just a moment,” and he turned his attention back to the letter.

“Your Imperial Excellency.

I am grateful for you speedy reply. I am honored to accept the appointment to the position as Imperial Magus. I will conclude the needed business for setting the affairs of Mystique’s Thaneship in order with in the next two cycles.

I look forward to helping the Imperial government in this new capacity as Imperial Magus, and shall follow your advices to first set in order the affairs of the Imperial Aracen Bureau.

Again thank you for you time and effort, and I look forward to meeting with you again and working with yourself and the other ministers.

May the Gods bless
Atl Myrsa

Atl dried the ink and founded it up and handed it to Gwygwin, taking his second scroll. “Please let the Regent know I accept. And thank you for coming.” Atl said.

[Milo L'Evienne]

”Of course your Grace, of course,” the elder mage replied with a wide smile that deepened the creases around his merry eyes, then deposited himself back at the table meantime to wait. Time to ponder perhaps another mug of honeyed mead while meticulously straightening the folds in his robes, though surely duty called for limiting himself to a singular drink and no more. Later then, when off duty, he’d concluded just as Atl indicated his message was completed.

And so standing, Gwygwin traded one scroll for another and slipped the message back into his robes so that he might deliver it into the Regent's hands. ”Your writ of office, Excellency,” he said with some flair of the scroll handed Atl. A small affair, the finest parchment rolled tight, bound with a wide band of black velvet and marked with the Imperial seal, it was a simple writ of office, dated the first brightening of Imperos and added the Imperial Regent’s signature. Then business concluded, the sorcerer offered a rather dramatic bow before taking his leave. ”Congratulations Excellency,” he said before making his way out of the tavern.