Session 3
At the start of Session 3, Disceptor Sister Mahult (age 35) spends the last season of 1220 making a +5 longevity potion. Fortunately its just in time and while she apparently ages to ages to 36, doesnt suffer any ill effect.
The Magi discuss their plans for 1221 in council -
Hugh de Neville raises the question of finding a way to save George the Grog from his lycanthropy. Marcus discovers a sponted Rego Animal (Corpus) ward will bind him in a Circle while he is in wolfman form, during full moons. Robert Whiterook speculates that perhaps a Rego Mentem effect could allow him to maintain his human mind during the transformation, thus allowing him to become a true (and sane) shapeshifter.
They also decide that in the good summer months, Marcus, Helena of Mercere and Mahult should visit the Continent in order to collect the promised books from Marcus's dying friend Lucius of Tytalus from the Tytalus Domus Magnus in the Normandy Tribunal.
Meanwhile in Spring, Mahult, Marcus, and the grog Mitch plan to go and visit the 3 East Anglian covenants who are the Chantry's closest Hermetic neighbours - Schola Pythagoranis, Libellus and Nigrasaxa. As a Quasitor, Marcus believes it his duty to meet the magi on his 'patch' and get to know them and their covenants.
Robert Whiterook plans instead to take his wife and the hunter Edward Doddson and George the Grog to scour their lands for vis sources- starting with the now undefended Faerie Wood. Gregory volunteers to join them.
So, the Grand Tour of East Anglia begins with Mahult and Marcus (occasionally being pelted with rocks by urchins who thinks he smells of wee due to his Gift) seeking to buy gifts in London Town and then take the Aetennus road up to Cambridge. In amongst the colleges and halls of Cambridge, they find another college with a quadrangle ("We need to get one of them for the Chantry" says Marcus) named Schola Pythagoranis. They meet with the Master of the College and leader of the Heremtic Covenant- Scholar Edward, a very learned man who prefers the Classics and Artes Liberales. "I have 10 students!" he boasts
"10 Apprentices! At the same time?!" exclaims Marcus aghast at that break with Hermetic traditon!
"No, 10 students, they are not Gifted, but they have keen minds and I educate them in the CLassics!"
"Ah" exlaims Marcus, not quite comprehending why a Magus would waste his time teaching the unGifted mundane subjects.
"We've got someone like that too- a colleague - Gregory Oakwood- he teaches in Oxford"
"Ah well, an Oxford Man, you say" says Scholar Edward frostily, putting him down with "I know all the finest scholars in Christendom but I havent heard of that particular gentlemen scholar myself"
Dicussion turns to the Greek copy of Galen's medical summa that the Milton Chantry covenant possess - they think it a fine text which might be of interest to Schola Pythagoranis, but unfortunately not one that they can currently read. "Gregory cant quite translate the Greek"
"Well thats what you get for going to an Oxford man" responds Edward "But perhaps my colleague Astrolabe ex Jerbiton can help? He is a great scholar and could translate the book into Latin and give you a copy - in return we would keep the original Greek copy and we'd need 2 pawns of vis for his time - Mentem for preference". Marcus and Mahult agree to consider the offer. They also spend some time in Cambridge buying a history of Kent and Wessex
Marcus also catches up with Fredegisa of Guernicus, his nearest Quasitor colleague. She bends his ear on the subject of reforming Hermetic law in Stonehenge- rather than the fate of criminal Magi being a 'popularity contest' with a vote of the Tribunal, she advocates the adoption of principles of law, a jury of peers and a judge with both knowledge of Hermetic law and the right to direct the jury. Marcus isnt convinced, responding that it'll make the position of judge even more biased and political and prone to corruption. "Not if its a Quasitor!" exclaims the ever-naive Fredigisa.
Travelling on to Libellas (now the second newest Covenant in the Tribunal) they meet the Jerbiton - Stephen Eruditas. He's friendly and enthusiastic and painfully wet behind the ears and tremendously impressed by stories of Milton Chantrys wealth ("Wow you've got money!?") and magical defences ("Wow, you've got an Aegis! We dont") and sympathises with their problem of having a werewolf grog ("Wow you've got a turb!").
While Libellas doesnt have many of the resources of the Chantry, they do have quite a few Magi and a powerful magic aura and individual houses and labs. (which Marcus is quite envious of, as every time Sister Mahult sings a hymn in her lab, all the magical lights in his dim and go out). Still it sounds like Libellas have some useful Summas on Ignem (Level 12, SQ8) and Perdo (L10, SQ10) which they'll trade a copy for if they can copy the Chantrys copy of Aegis of the Hearth. They also have some spare votes and sigils for the next Tribunal to offer in trade.
Stephen also consults with Marcus on whether they can legally scry for whoever has stolen vis from one of their new vis sources - magical berries where gone when Libellas came to harvest them. Marcus says that should be OK as there is no evidence that Magi stole them, and if a Magi had taken them to a Sanctum, then the Aegis would prevent a weak scrying anyway.
Finally the magical black towers (Marcus "I want one too!" GM: "What in the middle of your Quadrangle?!" "I want both!") of Nigrasaxa where they meet Maximus of Bonisagus - the Magus who wrote the book on Corpus (literally in this case, as the Covenant realise that their Summa on Corpus was written by the great man). He's keen to have them attend the next Tribunal so it remains quorate in order to beat Blackthorn and has little good to say about such absentees as Burnham or "those bloody Criamon gypsies of Semitae".
Marcus also discovers that apparently Nigrsaxa have also found a new Vis source of magical berries. When he raises the issue that Libellus thinks its theirs, Maximus claims the source lies on their traditional lands and will be needed by his covenant. However, in the interests of maintaining the peace between the East Anglian Covenants, he will accept mediation of this dispute by the Jerbiton Sister Mahult, but they are going to want an outcome of 5 pawns of vis per year or they take it to certamen or Tribunal.
Meanwhile, the Merinata Robert Whiterook and his fae-blood wife, the Benedictine scholar Gregory Oakwood, the hunter Edward Doddson and George the Werewolf Grog venture in the Faerie Forest. Robert is very excited as the last time he was here he discovered a Fae Regio and he has visions of founding a new lab or cottage within it to pursue his studies.
Through the wood (aura 2) they enter the regio (aura 4) - cold and still woods with snow still coating the ever-green trees.
All is silent. They follow the trail and come to a large rocky outcrop or mound. At its base is a grey, stone cave. The musky smell of animal still emnates from it.
Conjuring magical light, he then leads the party down into the dark cave. Bones crunch underfoot- gnawed and cracked open for their marrow, they tell of old death. Many deaths. The lair of the Big Bad Wolf. And what is that....? A sound. A melody? A tune playing on flutes and strings?
Deeper and deeper into the cave, descending beneath the faerie mound they find rough-hewn stairs that lead into a great Faerie Hall (Aura 6). In the hubbub, pale and beautiful shidhe dance and spin, lithe and graceful, others rapt in attention to the music. Pillars and stalactites and stalactmites of ice abound. A patina of frost covers the walls and atop a throne of ice sits an icy blonde of exceeding beauty in a great white fur (GM: "think Tilda Swinton").
Gregory announces them - "His honour, the Hermetic Magus Robert Whiterook ex Merinata and his beatiful lady wife Matilda Whiterook." then "Magister Artibus, Gregory Oakwood" and finally "George of London Town, Slayer of Tarlan The Wolf"
A sudden hush descends upon the room. A call rings out[i] "And do have you brought brought the murderers of my beloved servant to my justice? Here to the Hall of Titania, Queen of Winter?"
"Er.... no"
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As they present themselves, they argue that it was not murder, but a fair combat between fighting men. Tarlan was tresspassing and had blown down a farmhouse under their protection, and they challenged him to a duel. Was it a fair duel, one on between the noble knight Sir Frederick? Was it he who slew Tarlan? They prevaricate
But they have already announced George as the Wolf slayer have they not? Why yes, and he has the scars to prove it, asserts George, rolling up his sleeves.
At the sight of this, Titanias eyes narrow and she suggests "Perhaps weregild then? A life for a life? A servant for a servant? This man will now serve me in place of the servant of mine he slew? The Wolf's essence has passed into this Grog, and I will have him!". Despite it not being full moon, George is suddenly a lot hairier....
The others are nervous about this and huddle together to confer. Gregory says "We cant do this- we can still find a cure". But then George surprises them by volunteering to stay "Its my duty to protect your good sirs, and we cant fight our way out. I shall remain as her new servant and then you will be free" (perhaps thinking - 'oh, ho an eternity with pretty Faerie maids!'). Gregory concedes "Well, if you are sure George...."
They turn and give their agreement to Titania- George shall serve her. And with a great animal howl which shakes the mound, George CHANGES, a great grey wolf bounding forward to lie protectively before Titania's Winter throne. The Big Bad Wolf, restored as guard to the Winter Court.
Uh Oh.
(sotte voce: Gregorys player OOC -"wow- renewable and recyclable vis source! Just need some more grogs!")
Having aceded to her demands, Queen Titania is now gracious and invites the rest to stay for dinner and to dally in her court as they see fit. The taciturn and dour Edward Doddson is suddenly nervous at interacting with these shidhe nobles and their funny ways, so he begs his pardon and offers to wait for them outside the mound. Robert (failing his Faerie Lore roll with a very low roll), Matilda and Gregory remain to enjoy the revels.
The lecherous Benedictine Gregory courts and dallies with a beautful Fae maid- Lady Nualla. Roberts magical senses discover a source of Perdo vis- behind the throneroom, lies icy winter woods (Fae regio all go a bit non-Euclidean. How else do you have a forest beneath the stars when you've gone deep below a Fae mound?) and in an icy river finds the black roots of dying elm trees which resonate with Perdo vis - 5 pawns harvestable in the the Winter. Requesting permission of her majesty to do so, she nonchantly grants him permission to "Garden if you will".
And with that Matilda, Robert and Gregory feast and dine, amidst revelry and cold humour, and it seems to last all night long. But for lone Edward Doddson, suspicious of Fae ways, he guards outside the cave for far longer than a night. For the trio do not emerge the next morning. Nor the mornning after that. Not the next week, the next month nor even the next Season. No, this Winter party, this Shidhe revels lasts a year and a night in the mortal realm.
Ooops!