PAINTING
You approach the painting of Bartholomew Corkhoof, a renowned wizard of the past. Next to the portrait is a small plaque. Twirling her wand around in her fingers nearby is the Charms Instructor, Yvette Fairfalls.
You take a closer look at the painting of Bartholomew Corkhoof. You recall from your studies that he was a professor at Lumenspire several decades ago. A seasoned traveler, he had quickly risen to fame as the head of House Viator and was best known for his contributions to the introduction of magical creatures into the syllabus. The painting depicts him holding his second favorite pastime, a glass of wine.
Suddenly, the figure in the painting lurches forward, sloshing forward a small amount of wine which splashes at your feet as Corkhoof begins speaking in a brash yet dazed tone, as if having just awoken from a dream.
“Whashappening ‘ere? Eh? What bloody idiot spilled my wine? Oh, it’s you, that new student from Medlina.. Melon… Medallin!”
Bartholomew takes a noisy sip from his wine glass, then uses the back of his other hand to wipe the remnants from his mustache.
“Listen closely child, *hiccup*, there be strange happenings round ‘ere, and bizarre tidings whispered in the air, more oft-than-not from that blurry look’n painting of the old headmaster, Korhonen, ramblin’ on about the supposed importance of alphabetical order or some such nonsense. Ohoho! The fool thinks he’s still headmaster! *hiccup*”
Separate from the painting is a plaque containing a quote from Zephora del Cor, the founder of House Viator:
“We howl together on the uncharted path, knowing that being the first is a journey, not a destination.”
-Zephora del Cor
That sounds like something a Viator would say.
You turn your attention to the Charms Instructor, Yvette Fairfall, who is twirling her wand around between her fingers in a captivating fashion.
“Curious to see what this wand can do, are you? The core is phoenix feather, you know, just as powerful as Lysandra Bloodthorne’s.”
In the blink of an eye she slips the wand away into her sleeve, and flashing you a disarming wink, she continues,
“Whether it was a resurrected witch, a not-quite-escaped convict, or even someone here, I’m not surprised at what happened to Headmaster Levinwood. A lot of people had it out for him, it’s true. He promised so much to the professors here, but never delivered. It’s your first year, so you may not have realized it yet, but that dunce really ran this academy into the ground, and now all this, right in front of the Minister of Magic Education, no less! Why, I had been speaking to the Minister about the very subject of underfunding when this commotion began. On second thought, maybe a vague, unseen threat is a good thing if it means I can finally get the resources to run my Charms class effectively.”
You take a closer look at the painting of Bartholomew Corkhoof. You recall from your studies that he was a professor at Lumenspire several decades ago. A seasoned traveler, he had quickly risen to fame as the head of House Viator and was best known for his contributions to the introduction of magical creatures into the syllabus. The painting depicts him holding his second favorite pastime, a glass of wine.
Suddenly, the figure in the painting lurches forward, sloshing forward a small amount of wine which splashes at your feet as Corkhoof begins speaking in a brash yet dazed tone, as if having just awoken from a dream.
“Whashappening ‘ere? Eh? What bloody idiot spilled my wine? Oh, it’s you, that new student from Medlina.. Melon… Medallin!”
Bartholomew takes a noisy sip from his wine glass, then uses the back of his other hand to wipe the remnants from his mustache.
“Listen closely child, *hiccup*, there be strange happenings round ‘ere, and bizarre tidings whispered in the air, more oft-than-not from that blurry look’n painting of the old headmaster, Korhonen, ramblin’ on about the supposed importance of alphabetical order or some such nonsense. Ohoho! The fool thinks he’s still headmaster! *hiccup*”
“We howl together on the uncharted path, knowing that being the first is a journey, not a destination.”
-Zephora del Cor
That sounds like something a Viator would say.
You turn your attention to the Charms Instructor, Yvette Fairfall, who is twirling her wand around between her fingers in a captivating fashion.
“Curious to see what this wand can do, are you? The core is phoenix feather, you know, just as powerful as Lysandra Bloodthorne’s.”
In the blink of an eye she slips the wand away into her sleeve, and flashing you a disarming wink, she continues,
“Whether it was a resurrected witch, a not-quite-escaped convict, or even someone here, I’m not surprised at what happened to Headmaster Levinwood. A lot of people had it out for him, it’s true. He promised so much to the professors here, but never delivered. It’s your first year, so you may not have realized it yet, but that dunce really ran this academy into the ground, and now all this, right in front of the Minister of Magic Education, no less! Why, I had been speaking to the Minister about the very subject of underfunding when this commotion began. On second thought, maybe a vague, unseen threat is a good thing if it means I can finally get the resources to run my Charms class effectively.”