It is now the early days of June and all the young magi hoping to become members of Fengheld have now arrived.
The first to do so had been Renatus of Bjornaer, who'd flown in from the Iberian Tribunal. Soon, he had been joined by Tamas of Flambeau, who'd arrived from the Transylvanian Tribunal with two grogs, one of whom was to soon depart back to his home. A few days later, Ludovicus of Bonisagus had arrived as well under the guidance of a redcap, a bit worse for wear from the ill-planned journey from the Tribunal of Rome. Finally, the diminutive Wolfram of Verditius had made a grand entrance -- arriving with an escort of over half a dozen grogs on loan from Durenmar, bearing banners and marching as a phalanx around the dwarf magus.
The newly arrived magi have had little time to get to know each other, enough to know each others' name and origin, because they have been kept busy by Dorana of Bonisagus. The older maga had introduced them to the various key mundanes of Fengheld -- such as Fabianus the castellan, Caspar the grog captain, Theodorich the librarian -- and a few of the other magi. These meetings, as well as study of Fengheld's charter, has kept them busy enough that they have had little interactions with each other so far. But study of the charter was quite informative -- it is a fairly long document detailing the duties, responsibilities and rights of the many stratas of members that compose the covenant.
This morning, a steward brings you a convocation to a meeting with the archmagus Stentorius, leader of Fengheld, to be held in an hour. Once you are ready, a steward leads you to a well-appointed meeting room in one of the towers. A rectangular table and six chairs constitute the primary furniture of the room -- though there is also a small side table with writing implements and tapestries hanging from the walls. The narrow stained glass windows have been opened to let a pleasant breeze in.
Not long after all of you have arrived, a large man walks in, wearing robes of dark grey. He sports an impressive bushy beard, iron-gray in color, which covers his chest, as well a craggy nose. By the descriptions you have each heard of, this must be Stentorius. As Stentorius walks in and settles himself at the head of the table, he is followed by another man. A mundane scribe, by the looks of him, who settles at the side table and organizes the documents he has brought with him.
"Welcome to Fengheld, sodalis," Stentorius says, his deep voice filling the room. "Each of you has expressed interest in joining our covenant, more specifically a new chapter house that we will be establishing and which will then be formally recognized at the next Tribunal meeting of the Rhine. As such, you will two days hence be swearing the Oath of Covenant at our Summer covenant meeting, which will bind you to our charter. A charter which, I am told, you all have had time to read."
"During the next seasons," he continues in a tone that brooks no interruptions, "you will be given time to prepare yourself for you trip to the chapter house. This means you will be given the opportunity to gather those resources you might feel will be valuable for the furtherance of your studies, as well as familiarize yourselves with the other magi of Fengheld. During that time, you will each select one of those magi to act as your praefectum, as is the tradition of Fengheld. Your praefectum will act as a mentor and supervisor, guiding your studies and overseeing your services to the covenant. I suggest that you consider your choice well."