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Festival of Sight

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Vhalar 5, Arc 721

The harvest season had finally begun on Scalvoris. According to what Doran had learned, bad things tended to happen in Vhalar – there were countless examples throughout history – but there was no sign of an impending catastrophe now. For that reason, he had decided to be relatively relaxed and enjoy himself. As far as he was concerned, worrying prematurely, or preemptively, was pointless, and sometimes even harmful.

It could actually make you sick.

The temperatures were still fairly high, even though the second sun had disappeared again, but that would change as the season progressed. As he walked down the road towards the city proper – he wanted to check out the market that was part of the Festival of Sight – he found himself looking at the houses at the side of the road, the farms and the fields, smiling slightly. The fruit and the vegetables were ripe and looked delicious.

For a moment, he regretted only moving into his new house so late in the arc. There were just a few herbs that the last owner had planted, but no vegetables to harvest. He would, he decided, have a word with his cook, Elias, once he returned home and suggest setting up a vegetable bed so that they could begin planting as soon as possible the following arc.

The idea of growing his own food rather than heading to the market, or sending a servant, appealed to him. Maybe, he’d even be able to grow his own alchemical reagents in time.

As he walked, enjoying the signs of life everywhere around him, something caught his attention. There was a big tree in front of him. At first, he thought that it was a maple tree, but as he came closer, he noticed the deep yellow flowers hanging from it. On top of that, a sweet, pleasant aroma reached his nose, and when a light, unexpected breeze moved through the tree, there was an unexpected, tinkling sound that was reminiscent of a bell.

He stopped for a few moments and closed his eyes in order to focus on the sound and only on that, and enjoy it, before he opened them and made another step towards it. As he did so, he noticed something. There, on the ground, lay one of the bells. He picked it up and held it against his right ear. It did not make a sound, but the smell, he noticed as he brought it to his nose, was still there. He put it into his domain bag.

It was a thing of beauty that he wanted to keep rather than letting it decay – which was what would happen if he left it here - but a part of him also wondered if it might have a use in alchemy.

He was just about to turn around and continue on his walk when another thing caught his attention, a brief shimmer on a branch above him. As he stood on his tiptoes in order to get a closer look and ultimately reached for what had caused the shimmer - he was just tall enough to be able to do so - he noticed that it was a small necklace.

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From the Scalvoris calendar:

This festival is given over to beautiful sights and is a trial when crafts and other items of beauty are displayed and sold in a special market which happens only once an arc. Many of the shop and business owners spend all arc in preparation for this market ~ the largest and most impressive one is always held in Darbyton, as the first settlement on Scalvoris, although each town / village will have a market of their own.
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Re: Festival of Sight

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Furrowing his brow thoughtfully, Doran inspected the necklace from all angles. It was a light shade of copper, although he wasn’t sure if it was made of actual copper – matters of metallurgy eluded him for the most part. As he turned it around and took a closer look at the pendant, he noticed that it could be opened. It was in fact a locket, and there was a picture inside – a picture that surprised him so much that his eyes widened for a moment. A moment later, he turned his head towards the sky where the stars tended to be visible at night.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to ask the Immortal whose domain they were a question – he couldn’t help but wonder how the necklace had ended up in a tree - before he took another, closer look at the picture. It was him. There was not a single doubt about it. The man whose portrait was in the locket was the same man that Stan had described to him. It was Enri von Smooglenuff!

For a moment, his heart beat a little faster, and then he closed the locket again, slowly and with the utmost care, so as to not accidentally damage it. He wrapped it in a handkerchief and removed a small wooden box from his domain bag, the kind of which he stored the reagents that he gathered on his walks in. He didn’t know how old the necklace was – it didn’t have any noticeable stains, and it didn’t look particularly fragile – but he didn’t want to risk breaking it regardless.

It was the most valuable thing that he had found so far, concrete, tangible proof.

He put the box into his domain bag that he had attached to the interior side of his jacket where nobody would be able to take it, before he said a silent prayer to Xiur. It was possible that his patron Immortal didn't have anything to do with the necklace ending up here – there was a chance that it was just coincidence – but there were a lot of reasons to pray and be thankful regardless.

A part of him was quite tempted to head home immediately now, work on his research some more and plan his next couple of steps rather than taking part in the Festival of Sight, but the city wasn’t far anymore. By his estimates, it would only take him a couple of bits to reach it. It didn’t matter much if he went home right now or visited the market first.

Besides, the Festival of Sight wouldn’t take place again for another arc. He had heard that a lot of shops and businesses spend all that time preparing for it. He would, he decided, take a quick look at some of the stalls and buy one or two things, and then he would head home again.
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As he entered the city proper as the market eventually came into view and he saw all the wondrous things that were for sale, Doran began to be glad that he hadn’t simply gone home. He had visited several markets since he had first come to Scalvoris, but this market was one of the most beautiful ones, perhaps the most beautiful. A light, relaxed smile was visible on his face as he made his way through the crowd and perused the stalls.

There were beautiful carvings, so detailed that they resembled paintings. There were all kinds of fabrics, far finer than even the midnight blue outfit that he wore that trial. There were sculptures, made of wood and clay and other materials. There were paintings. There were clothes and jewelry, made of precious metals, wood, stone or glass, in a wide variety of different styles.

He didn’t need any of that, but there was one item that did catch his attention. It was a beautiful glass vase, with delicate geometrical engravings. It was not transparent, like glass often tended to be, but a pale shade of yellow. He recognized the kind of glass it was made of immediately – it was made from Yellow Sand that glowed in the dark. He had alchemificated such glass for the beacon in Hopetoun. It would, he decided, be perfect for the flower that he had found earlier.

When he said that he wanted to buy it, the vendor, a young woman with pale blonde hair and vivid emerald green eyes, carefully wrapped it in paper so that it would be protected, accepted his money and handed it to him, adding that she hoped that he would enjoy it. He inclined his head in a gesture of gratitude before he continued his walk.

When he returned home, he made his way into the kitchen first where he unpacked the vase, filled it with water and put the flower into it before he made his way upstairs into his office. There, he set it down on the desk before he produced the box with the necklace and finally took a seat.

Having done that, he opened his newest notebook – he had already filled a few with his research – and wrote down how he had found it. He still didn’t know if it was coincidence or not – there had been a similar occurrence once, where something that he had needed had suddenly shown up – but writing his thoughts in that regard down would not be amiss in any case.

Your personal opinion did have a place in research, as long as you had something to back it up with.

Afternoon made way to evening, and the sun gradually disappeared behind the horizon as he worked, only taking a break in order to eat an early dinner with the members of his household. As darkness slowly descended on the small beach where he lived nowadays, and he lit the lamp on his desk, the vase that he had bought began to glow softly.

He smiled slightly, enjoying the sight before his gaze fell on the necklace that was lying on the desk in front of him on his handkerchief now, the locket open. He knew that Enri was likely still alive, and he knew what he looked like, or at least what he had looked like at some point in the past, but there was one question that he hadn’t been able to answer so far.

“Where are you now?” he whispered as he looked at the portrait of Xiur’s son.
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Experience: Tier 2 progression.

Magic xp? No.

Collaboration: No.
Renown: No.
Injuries/Overstepping: None.
Loot: One vase made of of yellow glass. One necklace with a drawing of Enri von Smooglenuff.

Wealth points No.

Skillplay: Appropriate to level.

Knowledge:

Tier 1 Knowledges:
Athletics: Standing on your tiptoes
Detection: A sound that reminds you of a bell
Detection: A shimmer in a tree
Psychology: Worrying unnecessarily can make you sick
Writing x1

Tier 2 Knowledges:
Research: Your personal opinion can have a place in research

Comments

I hear that Mortalborns look up to ten pounds heavier in locket portraits. Is that true? :P

This was not as involved as some of the other Tier 2 threads in your series, but it is still intriguing: how did that necklace get there? Who put it there? Why a belleflower tree? Why *that* belleflower tree? Will the vase tell Doran what it knows? Will he need to give it a few more flowers before it will talk?

I hope you enjoy your rewards as much as I enjoy these threads!
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