Still magi-watching, Björn spies the pale man as he walks around the table and takes a seat. Openly staring, he has never seen anyone so colorless as Beneger. He watches as Jaen walks over to Beneger, sitting next to him and starting up a conversation. Since they aren't that far from him, and the cavern has wonderful accoustics, Björn causally listens in on their conversation.
Jaen nods. "Real one, yes. I went to a few gatherings up in Loch Leglan. Those are a little less...formal, I guess is the word."
Jaen will glance around, noticing the odd stares being directed towards them. "Have you noticed people keep pointing down here." He'll frown. "Well. Anyway. I was considering setting up a shop in Stonehenge. I'm Verditius you see. I make candles. Rope. String. Fishing Hooks. Oars. Sail cloth. Things like that. Did you see the gesture that Maga just made at us?" The eyebrow over Jaen's good eye arches. "I don't know what it means but it looks very rude."
He nods, "It was more then likely very rude, and very directed at myself." He says, holding his smile, "There is a very good reason for it. As far as I can tell, there are nasty rumors abound about me. Most from my master, I think." He says with a nod, "I'm a Bjornaer, I don't really make anything." He says shrugging, not noticing that he was getting stared at. He still seemed to glow with joy, despite the apparently surrounding hostility. "This is the second meeting of this size I've been to, but it wasn't a tribunal."
"You mean they're talking about you?!!?" Jaen seems almost excited for a moment and then settles down. "Oh. That's terrible. But I'm sure it'll all work out."
Jaen glances around the room. "I don't think I've met a Bjornaer in person before. You look very human." Jaen nods his head. "What's your animal...thing?"
"Of course they are talking of me." he says, grinning, "My heartbeast? Why that of a moth - changing to my form would seem awfully rude at tribunal." His mood seemed to be improving at having someone to talk to, though, there was a hint of sadness in his voice at not being able to take his form. "Just ignore their words that is what I do and it hasn't done me wrong yet, Just petty rumors anyways I'll deal with it all in good time."
"Hmm," Jaen hmm's. "There were always a lot of moths in my workshop. They were always burning themselves up on the candles I made." Jaen looks into Beneger's face for a moment, completely serious. "Please accept my apology for all those dead moths." Jaen leans back in his chair and stares straight ahead, quiet for a moment.
"Huh," Jaen finally huh's. "I had a lot more to drink in the ale tent than I thought I did."
The old Scottish Magus manages to land a good whack on the dog before he enters into the chamber, it yelps and scurries off, being chased by one of the covenfolk, both with tongues lolling out.
He's directed to a seat near the lot of you, due to his foreign status.
"Ho there youngsters! Name's...you know what? Let me get that for ya' later. Seem to have misplaced it, probably get it back soon."
"So this meetin' start yet?"
Seemingly on cue, a gong is rung again and the Redcaps all stand up and gesture for others to do the same, as well as Goliard's former apprentices. The door behind the ornate chair opens, leading the way is Goliard herself, the Seneschal of Blackthorn, looking regal and resplendent. Next in line is Barbara Immolatrix, Hoplite to the Magi of the Birtish Isles. Following after is Iudicium, Senior Quaesitor of Stonehenge and likely powerfully involved in the other Tribunals of Britain, his snake tatoo now is wrapped around his forehead like circlet.
Finally, an old magus in thick velvet robes of red and gold comes walking slowly in, leaning heavily on his ornate staff. His head is bare with wisps of white hair, and his beard is thick and long, white with age. He certainly looks like a candidate for the oldest wizard, certainly the oldest you believe you've seen.
Standing at the head of the grand table is possibly the greatest accumulation of power any of you could imagine. Political, legal, magical, these four have an abundance of all. Goliard and Barbara pull out the chair for the old wizard. He and Iudicium exchange a brief kiss on either cheek, the formal greeting between magi, and Iudicium begins the somewhat long walk to the other end of the table. The old wizard stands in front of his chair and addresses you. His voice has a slight wheeze to it, but the accoustics and the old strength that resides in him still carries his voice around the chamber easily.
"I am Talion of House Flambeau, I am Praeco, I am Archmagus, I am your host in this Tribunal. I would bid you all to sit and then one at a time please introduce yourself to this diverse group, our Sodales." he intones and then sits, gratefully it seems. Barbara and Goliard remain standing on either side of him.
As they stand, Beneger smirks at Jaen, laughing softly, "So? They gave themselves the flame They died happy." He says, looking all about the tribunal. My, my... so many people. He wondered if he even had to introduce himself as others had begun doing. Everyone there had probably heard of him by now. No matter, all the more for him to prove wrong.
Kylios pushes himself upright. "They call me Kylios. I came from Jotunheim to join this tribunal." He grins. "If you'll accept me, that is." He slides back into his seat.
Acacius looks at the magi at his side and tries to look at who ever make their move, trying to remember faces. He is filled with wonder and looks forward to the events. He tires to intiate coveration with anyone who is sitting next to him, whispering “[color=red]Hello, is this your first tribunal? Do you know what happens?â€.
Björn takes his turn introducing himself, standing up and saying, "I am Björn ex Verditius. Some of you may have heard of my parens, Degenhard ex Verditius, and the wonders he has created. I have learned much under his tutulage, which I will happily put to use for any of you here. For a price, of course." He adds with a smug grin before he sits back down.
Jaen takes a deep breath and stand. He folds his hands across each other and begins. "I am Jaen Incanesco. Ex Verditius. I hope to set up shop in your tribunal and I too look forward to doing business with you all."
Björn watches as each magi introduces themselves in turn, trying to commit each face and name to memory. He is expecially interested in seeing if there are any other Verditius here at Tribunal, other than Desiderius. That mage is just creepy. Björn wonders how much patronage Desiderius actaully receives. Probably best not to contimplate that.
Elysia, always smiling, appears content to make casual (although sometimes unusual) conversation with any magus who will talk to her. She waits, giggling softly at the curious customs of her fellow magi. It is good to see so many other young magi here - they are the lifeblood of the tribunal.
He lets a number of magi go before him, looking about, as his turn come he takes a deep breath, composed himself, and simply, "I am Beneger ex Bjornaer native of Britain." That was all he said. He almost sat back down.
Siobhan is further down the table from most of the new magi as she is by the queasitor so she is reached well after the othes. When it is her turn, she rises slowly and uses a slightly older form of introduction, [color=blue]"I am Siobhan filia Isabel ex Guernicus, Quaesitor assigned to this tribunal." She then bows her head in respect towards the Preaco and the Presiding queasitor.
The old Scottish wizard stands up as eyes turn to him, he pats himself down and then pulls out a piece of paper with a corner torn off at the bottom from out of his shirt. He looks around briefly and then sees Edgar who he points to and then gestures with his long crooked finger to come over.
Edgar gulps but then stands up and takes the paper and looks at him with some trepidation before he begins reading from it.
"Honored Sodales" he begins after clearing his throat. "It is my...privilege to present a magus that truly has a storied past. I will recount some of his various deeds for you now.
"At the age of 17, before he had finished his Gauntlet, he defeated a fully Gauntleted magus from House Tremere in Certamen."
"At the young age of 20 he completed his Gauntlet and truly began his storied career. At 23 he conducted his first Wizard's War sucessfully. He has since had 9 Wizard Wars, 6...conclusively." some of the wizards in attendance who were paying scant attention, or chatting quietly look up at this.
"At 30 he travelled to every Tribunal in the Order. At 37 while in Ifrique he ate an entire elephant in a single Season, bones and all! Thus winning a bet with the Primus of House Tytalus.
"At 50 he was invited to become a Quaesitor and at 51 he was ejected from that position. At 58 he was invited to Verdi to be a judge in the Verditian contest. Shortly after he fought his 6th and 7th Wizard War." plenty of wizards are listening and openly scoffing or chuckling at the boasts, some explaining to their neighbors what an elelphant is.
"At 75 he engaged in a riddle contest with Ridellin of House Criamon and joined the ranks of the...Arch...magi..." the laughter dies down and many of the wizards begin to murmur at this. The old wizard stands looking somewhat bored, idly picking his long hooked nose with one of his crooked fingers.
"At the grand age of 110 he...um...reached the grand age of 110. At 117 he had the regretable task of fulfilling his Oath and slaying his renounced filius, the only apprentice he trained." the old magus purses his lips and loses the smug look he had been sporting the entire time.
"At 124..." magi begin whispering quite a lot at this. "He's older than the Praeco, older than Immonola!" "Immonola is dead." "He's the Praeco!" Julia of Jerbiton is having an animated conversation with the other magi sitting next to her, including the ghoulish Verditius magus Desiderius. Edgar clears his throat.
"At 124 he found a way to create permanently without vis...but the resulting explosion destroyed his lab and the notes.
"And at 137 he attended his first Tribunal meeting in Stonehenge. May I present the renowned and powerful...Agitatus of House Tytalus!" Edgar looks around incredulously as he hands back the paper to the magus.
"No keep it lad...you did a fine job." he says as he waves him off. Agitatus stands proudly as the wizards at the table murmur and chatter incredulously over the revelations.
Siobhan carefully looks towards her fellow queasitors. In most tribunals, this would make the current preaco have to step down and Agitatus stepping up since by age his is the rightful preaco but she is will see how things start to unfold before saying much. She was told the Rhine tribunal is different. Stonehedge might be different as well.
The murmurs begin to grow louder and more heated among the various groups of the magi. The Praeco himself is sitting back in his chair staring openly at Agitatus. Goliard and Barbara both lean in speaking quietly in either of his ears.
Iuducium leans forward and gathers Siobhan and Fredegisa close (the two quaesitor to either side of him, whose task is to advise the Senior Quaesitor in his duties, Trutina sits between the two giant Redcaps taking notes of the events with their assistance). "What do we know of this...Agitatus? He hails from the Loch does he not? Siobhan, do you know of him?" he asks you with perhaps a touch of irritation in his voice. Fredegisa looks slightly worried.
"He said he was from Ex Miscellenea!" she whispers as she awaits your answer Siobhan.
Julia's voice raises enough to be heard easily, drawing a sharp glance from Goliard. "This is our chance!" she hisses and stands up.
"Master...Agitatus...? Is this true? Are you 137 years old?"