[Renaissance Living] Disc 1: Track 4: Isfahan

[Sarodinian]

The Animus:


"Related Subject Detected."


The Animus locks onto another signature in Nexus and initiates another multicast.


A moderately sized home comes into view, which is both workshop and home to one Andronicus, Lunar sculptor and sorcerer extraordinaire.


It is the crack of dawn, and sunlight begins to seep in through the windows of your home, illuminating where you're sleeping on the bed, as well as your current masterpiece which you are just putting the finishing touches on.


And not a moment too soon. The festival where you're planning on unveiling this is tomorrow.


Today is Saturnday, 28th day of the month of Descending Fire, and the day before Calibration begins. You've a number of things to do, finish the sculpture, and you also really need to go grocery shopping....


Welcome to Nexus, Andronicus.


What dost thou do?


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[Persell]

This big man rolls partially out of bed, and sits, elbows on knees, staring at the floor. His dreams have been getting so very, very strange. They have been overwhelmed with fire and shadow, wreathing the stone he was trying to see. He glides his fingers over his bald head. Looking up, he stares at the veiled structure, carved of black granite imported from far up river. The shape is emerging from wreathing stone, like his dreams. Now the stone is bare and black. He partially wishes the stone was veined with silver, because he would bring out tattoos in the stone's flesh like his own. On his arms the tattoos remain, but they look like pale scars.


Neither of his mortal assistants is awake, though the elementals who tend the house and grounds are already about their work. Dozens of them scurry about, doing small tasks that suit their affinities to the best of his knowledge. Fires burn, water bubbles, and breezes blow clean air about, freeing the house from the potent aromas of oil-based paints. A sea spirit brings him coffee so potent she's fighting for dominion over it with a stone gremlin, while a wood imp provides him with breakfast. Still bemused by his dreams, he begins to eat.


Exactly one bite later, he stops. "What is this?"


<elemental mutters>


"Why are you trying to feed me that!?"


< insistent elemental mutters>


"We have to have something other than that!" he retorts. Demonstrably, the imp opens the cupboards. They're utterly bare, save the one that holds chisel wax. That's full. "Fine. We have nothing to eat. Go wake Tiphares or Ketheres and have one of them go to the store." The imp accedes, and Andronicus almost takes a sip of coffee.


"What's in here?" he asks the sea spirit suspiciously.


<elemental mutters>


Andronicus calmly empties it out the window.


<angry elemental mutters>


"Well if it's killing your flowers, why did you try to make me drink it? Tell whomever is going to the store to buy me coffee too. Bah. I have work to do, while the dreaming is still in my mind, and the images are fresh." Taking his leave of the kitchen, he returns to work and tries to lose himself in recreating a fading memory.

 

[Sarodinian]

The elemental exits the room in a bit of a huff, and goes to rouse your two students. They've done pretty well so far, not quite as talented as you just yet, but they've been instrumental in providing you with inspiration and pride in training going well.


Plus, shopkeeps don't automatically assume they're there to rob them when they go out shopping. Which is another plus.


"Morning Master." Tiphares says with a yawn as the sea spirit provides him with a cup of coffee.

 

[Persell]

As a young Exalt, Andronicus hasn't yet had centuries to polarize his personality. He's kind enough to know he should be kinder, yet still human enough to think long and hard about letting Tiphares drink the 'coffee' just to see his reaction. In the end his soft heart gets him.


"I wouldn't do that," he warns, gently lifting the cup from his apprentice's hand. "We haven't yet got kssish to realize different varieties of beans are different. That isn't coffee. Speaking of which, we're out of it. I need you to head forth and do great things for the art. Dream the impossible dream, succeed where others have failed. Achieve your destiny!"


"You want me to go shopping, don't you?" Tiphares asks blandly.


"Yup. There isn't a thing to eat in the house but wax, and I need that for my chisels." The big man hands him some money. "Take Kepheres with you and get breakfast while you're out. There's no reason for us all to starve."


"Oooh, and get some of those croissants the baker on Fleet Street makes. They're delicious, and I'm not allowed in."