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[Artimidor Federkiel]

In the Celeste Lowlands of Northern Sarvonia in the land controlled by the Helvet'ine Kuglim, a city is perched upon the middle hill of a range of three hills known as Beinaz'mur or Three Sisters.

While not the most glorious of all Northern Sarvonian cities, it is full with life and represents the Sarvonian North in a rather unique way. Especially the Old City has a charm of its own: Meandering streets make their way all around the grassy slopes of the hill, winding their way past homes, shops, and taverns. Yet, most of the streets are unpaved and thus often muddy with the near constant rain in the area. For the most part the streets are narrow and quite crooked, especially in the part of town contained within the original walls. The Kuglim joke that the inner part of the city is thin and crooked like an old man because it is old too. So while there is room for two men to walk abreast in the wider walkways, there is barely room enough for a man on his horse to use many of the streets.



Interestingly, there is a little place in the midst of the old city of Lu'Weilima (usually a market area) that is decorated with all kinds of fancy stuff and can hold a bunch of people.

A sturdy Kuglim is standing there, obviously responsible for all the food that was brought to the location and which is now suffering in the burning sun. He watches the sundial nearby, cursing silently.

Suddenly noises are heard from a street nearby seemingly indicating the arrival of a group of people. "Typical for those Southerners," the Kuglimz murmers into his beard, awaiting the arrival of the Santharians.

[Smee]

Smee wandered through the narrow streets, wrapped up in a fairly heavy cloak despite the bright sun. Apparently it was considered warm for this area, but Smee was more used to the desert heat of the far south.

Supressing a shiver, and attempting to get his directions in the winding maze, Smee raised his face to the sun, feeling its pleasing warmth. He was trying to get to some square or open area he'd been told about, but he had lost the others somehow. He'd simply stopped for a moment, and when he'd looked next the others had vanished.

With a relieved smile Smee aligned himself reluctantly with his back to the sun and headed east, toward the sudden sound of distant voices. They didn't sound too far away. Perhaps he wouldn't be late.

Breaking into a gentle run, half for speed, and half for warmth, Smee hurried to the party. His first since joining the Compendium team as an apprentice. He wouldn't miss this for the world.

[Arceon Barrurbeleth]

A black-robbed figure is leading the group which is quite behind it, a gentle but angry voice echoes on the tight streets: "Darn this northern coldness! *shakes* Who would have forgotten the warm clothes but me! Why does it have to be so cold and damp around here...Even when it's sunny it is cold like Querpur's glance!", the robbed man stops in front of the Kuglim noticing a strange, angry look on his face: "H-h-hello!", says the robbed man to the Kuglim with awe, "I-I-I'm here for the party.", he continues showing the carefully wrapped package. Can I pass...please?". The Kuglim doesn't answer, he just shows the dark-skinned elf to enter. After the elf moved away the Kuglim shouts: "Silly southerners, can't handle some real northern weather, eh! *laughs*"
The black-robbed elf just bends his head down and walks straight to the nearest bench, greeting Smee and mumbling something in the direction of the Kuglim, which, for elf's sake, he didn't hear.

[Tharoc Wargrider]

Awakening, as usual, at the crack of noon, Tharoc Wargrider, tea-boy to the revered Northern Sarvonian Moderators rose, stretched, scratched his rough backside and went to the window to see what today was doing.

As he leant on the sill, looking blearily out at the comings and goings of the locals, he thought to himself "Ch'ron-P'thok, get yourselves a proper job." Then, as he contemplated getting back into bed (for this was his monthly day off, after all) he suddenly realised he had something to do. Somewhere to be. Now, what was it........

As he snuggled down under the sackcloth blanket so graciously given to him by Lady Alysse, the niggling thought suddenly became a frightening one. "OH, SHI...OW!" Stubbing his gnarled toe on the bed frame as he leapt up, Tharoc grabbed for his pants and threw on his least holey shirt. He was half-way down the street when he realised he still had his pants in his hand.

Trying to finish the dressing process whilst still in full, lumbering flight, he trips with one leg trapped in the waist of the pants and falls headlong into a puddle of something which had just been thrown out of an upstairs window. Ignoring the smell, he manages to get his pants on, albeit back to front, just as he reaches Lady Azhira's inauguration party.

With sweat dripping from every pore, and covered in the contents of last night's chamber-pot, he takes his place with the growing throng, and is pleased to discover it is not too crowded. Well, not near him, anyway.

Nodding casually towards Smee and Arceon, he sidles over to the buffet table, in the hopes of sneaking himself a Taenish-leg or three without Arti seeing him.

[Miraran Tehuriden]

'This is getting ridiculous... why can't we keep our celebrations in a warmer place?!'

Miraran once again curses the fact he was born and raised in a tropical jungle as he makes his way through Beinaz'mur's labyrinth, frequently stopping to ask for directions with the aid of the scroll "Kuglimz'seitre For Dummies" Alysse kindly provided for him.

When he at last found the location he was supposed to have reached almost an hour ago, he was relieved to see he wasn't the only one who experienced... problems with their navigation. Arceon and Smee are sharing a bench, looking uniformly frostbitten, and a dense cloud of... smell indicates the position of Tharoc the Orc. Catching the slightly upset looks of the Kuglimz overlooking the festivities, he grabs a nearby bucket of water, and upturns it over Tharoc's head.

On hindsight, it might have been better to check if it wasn't frozen solid before doing that...

[Bard Judith]

"Well, at least the canapes will stay fresh," Judith announces acerbically, glancing around the venue.   She herself is one of the few not huddled over the braziers that dot the courtyard.  Her thick linen skirts protect her to the ankles, while above the waist she is wearing a rather nice fur, courtesy of her Northern-bred sister, the 'barbarian' Alysse.

"You know, that bright sunshine is deceptive, until you step outside and see it reflecting off the snow.  Why we couldn't have done this in the Great Hall as usual...."  she belatedly bites her tongue, wondering just who would have had the political and economic clout to have moved the festivities.

"Er, yes, I think I'll try some of the garlick-roasted spiddle, and perhaps the kraken nuggets.  And are those ARroo-AoEI puffs?  Mmmmm!"    She manages the Brownin word for 'green-leaf spinach' so adroitly that her hearers scarcely notice the sudden pause and change of topic.

[Azhira Styralias]

Azhira approached the old market area from a northern alley and grinned. This was it. Full membership into the prestigious group of Santharian Compendiumists. She was excited and also a bit nervous. Who among her friends would journey this far north for a party? She knew Alysse would come, her mentor and friend. Alysse was  well familiar with the Kuglimz, being one of them and Azhira was sure that Alysse would be delighted at having a celebration in Li'Weilima. Azhira was sure more of her friends would be here and she chuckled silently to herself as she wondered how much of a party-goer Tharoc would be!

As Azhira passed through the back entrance, she nodded to several Kuglimz men who nodded at her in return. They smiled and patted her on the back. Congratulations! they said in Kuglimz'seitre. Azhira replied thank you to them in their tongue, although her skill in the language was a bit rusty. She wasn't much of a talent in the languages of the North. Yet.

Azhira moved into a small corridor and found the dressing room. Well, it was actually a food storage room containing crates and sacks of herbs and grain, but it would do. Azhira was never one for fancy banquet halls and sparkling marble pillars and floors.

She threw off her fur cloak and dropped her pack on the floor. She pulled out dark blue colored tunic and other such dressy things. Within moments, she was changed and ready to go.

With a peek out the door, Azhira finally heard some people gathering outside. She hastily ordered her hair and smoothed her clothes and walked out into the banquet hall to greet her friends.

[Mannix]

Mannix strode down the dusty road.  He shivered in the cold.  “Ah, blast the northern weather.”  He pulled his woollen jacket closer and it brushed his cheek.  His cheek started to itch already.  “Blast it!”  He pulled off the jacket just as a cold blast of wind blew into his face.  He pulled out his cloak and quickly clasped it around his neck.  The sun was high in the sky, well higher than Mannix wanted it.  He forced his little legs to move faster.

Eventually Mannix reached the city.  The streets were narrow and winding.  He soon lost his way.  A northerner was walking towards him.  Mannix asked, in Tharian, “Have you heard of a celebration around these parts?  The celebration of Lady Azhira.”  The tall Kuglim looked down at the gnome at stared quizzically.  Mannix walked off grumbling under his breath.  He looked up and in front of him was a square covered in decorations.  “Aye, that be lucky.”

The party had already started.  To one side stood Arceon with Smee, who like Mannix was new to this inauguration business.  By the snack table stood Miraran holding an empty bucket, and beside him Tharoc.  The orc clung to his head and by his feet lay many broken pieces of ice.  An odd smell wafted from the orc.  .  The great Bard Judith stood admiring the table and its many goodies.  On the table Mannix saw some pitchers of what looked like ale.  He could not resist it.  He strode over and poured a hearty cup before greeting anyone.  With the cup in his hand he turned around and the smell hit him and his eyes watered.  He couldn’t stand it and decided to join Smee and Arceon instead.  “Good day to you my fellow apprentices, where be the rest of our faithful compendiumists?

[Minóki Kíuru]

Minóki gets rid of her woolen jacket muttering.

"Now the celebrations are held in Northern Sarvonia and it is still so warm. Doesn't  Azhira work somewhere  in the north? Couldn't Artimidor have held this ceremony as well in Remusiat, would have not been farther away from her forest up there than the Kuglimz Lands. And I have brought only my woolen clothes with me, not my fur equipment!"

Minóki looks down at herself and admires her clothes, a true Helvet’ine dress, a present which she got  from Dro’go Minar’ian.  It's black,  the neck and hem embroidered with gold as well as a line running from the neck to the bottom and one around the hips. A beautiful belt also coloured with the Alth’tiert completes her outfit.

But now, enough of dallying around, there are surely already a lot of guests at the celebration place. Minóki is glad to be able to see again some of her acquaintances  she made during her time in New Santhala. Luckily she had already yesterday arrived in Beinaz'mur, so she surely would be there in time. After a short walk she reaches the little place in the middle of the town and sees, that a lot of guests have already arrived. Southerners, she laughs to herself. They somehow look all as if they are freezing, despite the sun burning hot from the sky. She wonders, how this Azhira will do - didn't Talia say, that she was from Aeruillin,from this tribe which had no men? Minóki shakes mentally her head. Though she dislikes very much how the women are treated in Santharia, no men would not be her choice.

When looking over the place, she sees not many faces she knows. The sage is busy with the ceremony, and she is not sure, if he would remember her anyway busy as he is, despite the scandal in New Santhala when she had arrived with Turik. Ah, there, over there is Bard Judith! At least one face she knows, though she is as familiar with her as Talia is.

She wanders through the growing crowd, nodding here and nodding there, making a big bow around a really stinking orc  - why is he lurking around here and why does this Kuglim food watcher not throw hi out? - and moves on to Judith.

"All hail, dear Bard! How are you? Greetings from Talia. She cannot come, she said, she is busy with finishing a picture of some strange beast, but I think she feared only the slightly colder weather up here! "  Minóki giggles and smiles at Judy. "But you look quite white around the nose as well, is there nowhere a hot cha'ah for you?" 

[Rookie Brownbark]

The feathers of Rookie's facon were slightly frosted as the bird fluttered through the freezing air.  It was cold, really really cold, and she wondered grumpily why anyone would actually want to live here. Rookie huddled close into the warm body beneath her, and wished she was able to feel her feet a bit better.  The lack of sensation down there was slightly worrying, but she had got bored of wiggling the toes a while ago.

Swooping down towards the door, she landed neatly infront of a rather hairy man who seemed to be in charge of the door.  Several minutes of gesturing and stilted attempts of comunication later, she finally removed the rather crumpled invitation from her pack, handing it to him as proof of her right to be there.  Finally he seemed to except that she was in fact real and not a part of his imagination, nor a small rat riding a falcon, and opened the door for her.  Rookie thanked him, and erged the bird inside, unwilling to get off until she was sure she was somewhere no-one would step on her.

So the little Brownie skimmed into the room, and landed on the most convienient place, the table.  She was careful not to actually knock into any of the plates of food so carefully laid out, but really it was a close thing.  A horrible smelll hit her nostrils almost immediatly, and she looked around to see the large, suprisingly green figure of Tharoc.  He seemed rather damp, sweaty damp.  How could he be hot in this weather!  It was unthinkable.  Slipping off the falcon's back, the little Brownie discovered just how dead her feet had been, and promptly fell into a bowl of something slightly warm and sticky.  Ewwww.

[Ganinon]

Ganinon continued his walk through the muddy road he had been following for quite some time. Glancing about he spotted many Northerners talking amongst themselves. He walked up to a group of them and asked, "Where be the party in this city?" One of the Northerners pointed toward a building up the road a bit farther. Ganinon nodded a thanks and continued his walk up muddy path.

Ganinon was only partially aware of the cold, he lived in the mountains after all, so half of him was used to the cold. The other half of him was used to the warmth of his cavern. He willed the half of him that knew the warmth to get used to the cold, but he still shivered slightly.

Finally he reached the place of the party for his fellow compendiumist Azhira. Ganinon had chatted with Azhira many times and considered her a friend. He wouldn't miss her being promoted to a full member for 5 barrels of dwarven ale. Well...maybe just 2 barrels.  

As he entered he saw a several people around the room. Mannix, Smee, and Arceon, who he had never had a conversation with, just listened to some of their Developments in the Compendium. He also saw Judith talking with another woman he hadn't met before. When he saw Miraran dumping a block of ice onto Thorac the orc, he laughed.

Azhira walked into the room smiling, and Ganinon thought the smile was a bit forced, but thought nothing of it. He knew he would probably be the same way when he himself was being inducted into membership. He then became aware that he was thirsty and decided to see if the food table had any dwarven ale on it.

As he was walking over a bird flew into the room and landed on the table. He saw something slide off the bird and fall into a food. Ganinon laughed as he realized it was Rookie the Brownie. He went over to the food and used the spoon to scoop up the brownie.

He acted like he was going to eat the brownie without knowing then laughed and put Rookie on a plate. Laughing he said to her, "You really should be careful, an accident to you would be so unfortunate." He handed the brownie a napkin and grabbed a mug of dwarven ale.

After taking a deep drink he asked, "So how have you been, Rookie?"

[Alysse the Likely]

Alysse glances over the crowd hastily.  Azhira is here, it will be time for the presentation soon, she thinks.  She cannot help but laugh at all the Southerners huddled around the various braziers.  "Cold?  Think you that cold it is here?" she laughs at them.   She lifts her face to the sky and whirls about exuberantly.  "It is beautiful here!  Oh, Tharoc, my friend, glad I am to see you!  Proper weather this is, for us hot-blooded northerners, is it not?"  She gives him a quick wave and hurries towards the raised platform at the end of the meeting hall. Ignoring the steps at one end, she swings herself up onto it, looking about for Artimidor.  There he is, waiting for her to call everybody to order.  Alysse smooths her gown and clears her throat.  Mentally she runs over the Southern way of speaking (it is all backwards!) in her head.

"May I have your attention please!" she calls out, remembering what Bard Judith has told her about projecting her voice so that everyone can hear.

"We have gathered here to welcome my dear friend Azhira to official membership, so I would like to call her forwards now to join us here!"  Proud of herself for getting this all out properly, Alysse looks around to see Azhira mounting the steps to the dais, somewhat more gracefully than she had bothered to be.  As Azhira approaches, Alysse quickly recalls the next part of her hastily memorized (and grammatically correct) speech.

"Ladies, gentlemen, friends and fellow researchers, I have the honour and privilege of presenting to you...AZHIRA!"  She waits for the cheers and applause to die down, then proceeds.
"Azhira has not been with us for very long but she has already completed a prodigious amount of research and work for the Compendium.  We are delighted to have such a hard working and thorough researcher join us.  Not only is Azhira becoming a full member, but she will be working in conjunction with me as co-moderator of the Northern Sarvonian research team!"  Again she pauses for the cheering.

"Azhira, I hereby declare you an official member of the Santharian Dream, with all the privileges and responsibilities that that entails.  Here is your key to the Members Only Santhmoot Forum...and congratulations!"  Forgetting the rest of her speech, Alysse flings her arms about Azhira and gives her an enthusiastic hug.  Whirling back to the crowd, she cries out "Three cheers for Azhira!"

She turns back to Azhira, and under cover of the noise, murmurs quietly,  "Some official things our Sage has for you--a plaque you get, the Dreamers Code you need to sign...but later those you may deal with, now is your party and people will be wishing to congratulate you."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot...LET THE FESTIVITIES BEGIN!"  Alysse gently hangs the official key, on its golden chain, about Azhira's neck.

[Garret Arroway]

     He pulled his thick, warm cloak tighter around him as he moved through the narrow city streets. Shadowfoot, his Mithral wolf companion, ran in front of him throughout enjoying the cold. Garret just rolls his eyes as he continued, removing a hand from the depths of his cloak to brush back stray strands of light brown hair. For a moment, the cloak fluttered open with his purposeful strides, revealing the travel worn clothing beneath. A dark grey, long-sleeve shirt overlapped his nicest black leggings, which were tucked into ankle high boots. The seems at the shoulder of his shirt seems to protest being stretched over his broad frame and the long sleeves had been roll up, just about the elbows, with a good deal of effort.

     As he continued, he pulled the cloak around him once more, following the wolf that seemed to be following the right path. Once or twice the beast too a wrong turn but as the area came into view and the smell of food reached them, their measured pace quickened. The wolf hurried toward the smell of food, and since they had yet to eat this day, Garret was equally hungry, but he also knew that they were late. He pulled an invitation from his pocket and handed it to the guard as he quickly swept by him, entering the area. He couldn't help the grin that swept across his face when he noticed that he wasn't the only one bothered by the cold.

     He loosened his hold on his cloak as he noticed the wolf head toward the food instinctively, lunging to wrap his arms around the animals neck. He knelt at the back of the area, clinging to the animal, looking around. Once by one he noticed the people that he worked with from time to him, though it took him a bit longer to find the little brownie that was always hiding somewhere. In the end his eyes picked out a falcon and he was sure his little friend was nearby. His grey gaze landed on others he knew or had seen before. Only then did he pick out the words that were being spoken. "We are delighted to have … " was where the speaker, Alysse, and he knew he had missed some of it.

     He knelt in the back, hoping that none had noticed his late entrance, while the others listened to the speech. When it was finished he cheered with the others, staying with his wolf for the time being. With a sigh he reflected on the fact that he had arrived late and would be leaving early as he had plans to be in the Xaramon Province, learning what he could of the Ancient Kyranians, for six weeks. Garret stood then, one hand still on Shadowfoot's head for the time being as the others began to move about.

[Artimidor Federkiel]

Having handed the official inauguration part to Alysse, Artimidor has plundered the buffet in the meantime. A chicken wing in hand he throws his hand in the air and shouts out three cheers for Azhira as Alysse proclaims her official member. Erm... suddenly everyone is staring at Artimidor with a bare chicken bone held above his head.

"Uhmm... Ah... erm.... congratulations, Azhira, I wanted to say", Artimidor shouts and throws the bone elegantly above his head as if it were part of the inauguration. "Welcome officially to the member side of the Dream! Good to see that you didn't chicken out before you got that membership key..." He chuckles.

Then his look gets stern. "There's a little problem with that plaque thing however, my dear." He points to the missing plaque next to his own name. "As you can see I don't have a plaque either at the moment, and the same applies to everyone else. I assume this has to do with the fact that the server is now being moved, and that not all files are in place now etc. The database may already be elsewhere... Also when I upload something I'm not sure where it actually lands. Well, the server change should be over by tomorrow, then things will be back to normal hopefully and we can try to get our plaques back."

He looks around. "Now for a drink... All that technical stuff is making me thirsty!"

[Nsikigan Ho´Tonanese Yourth]

"Drinks for everyone!" shouts an Eyelian bursting in, holding several bottles of Artwine. Congratulations, Ms. Rosse! You know, you live in my hometown... I just moved from there about 6 months ago...

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