(This thread does NOT occur until starting Saturday, December 17th. This story serves as the background to an event occurring on Saturday, December 17th at 8pm est)
The Lycaeum was alive with activity on Saturday morning. Mages, scribes, naturalists and other scholars hustled in and out of the buildings. Crates and containers are gathered in neat piles near tables as scribes recorded their contents. Over behind one of the statues, pair of teenage apprentices was snickering with hands covering their mouths. The brown-haired one pointed his index finger at a courier walking across the courtyard as his raven-haired friend looks on. The courier’s pants suddenly fall to his ankles, almost causing him to trip and cascade his package onto the ground. The two boys smashed their hands over their mouths to control the howls of laughter that erupt. The both sucked in air loudly through their noses before another round of round of muffled howls.
A sharp voice silenced their amusement abruptly, “Hey! You two!” The boys went pale and turned around. There stood one of the Lycaeum’s oldest and most boring scholars, Luther. “Olaf. Kale. Weren’t you both given something to do?”
“Uhhh… not really? “ the one who shrank visibly at the mention of the name Olaf.
“Yeah, we learn best by like… observing and stuff…,” Kale said.
“You are going to end up learning the rest of this year in the shape of a walrus!” he shouts at them. He coughs a couple of times and clears his throat before continuing in a much more calm tone, “ Just because your fathers are benefactors of this institution, doesn’t allow you to treat this place as your personal playground. Both of your fathers gave us a substantial donation to get us to accept you into this apprenticeship. That doesn’t mean you get a free ride. “
The two boys looked at each other, attempting to hold a straight face. Kale murmured under his breath, “Heh Heh Heh… he said ride…”
“What did you say, boy?” the man asked with narrowed eyes.
Olaf snorted and cleared his throat loudly, “Uh, Pride. Sir… we are going to show more *pride* in this… uh… institute of fine learning. “
The old scribe stared at him for a few more moments and then grunted as if in acceptance of their answer. “Very well. Now go into the catacombs and begin crating up whatever is down there. The Governor has put Lady Mal in charge of the Lycaeum. She has ordered an inventory of all equipment, resources as well as historical documents and artifacts. “
The boys stared at him as if in disbelief at being made to work.
The old man stared right back before grinning, “You boys will be fine. All the other apprentices are helping. This isn’t hologeneration science. Just pack the items carefully in the crates with sand and straw. If it’s something not labeled, make sure it goes in its own crate. Even I don’t remember what is all stored down there and we don’t want to take the chance of there being an accident. “
The boys continued to stare at him blankly.
“Sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to making the Lycaeum the pride of our city, ” he said as he walked back towards the classrooms.
The boys watch him walk off and look each other. “I can’t believe my dad sent me here. It is so lame. ” Olaf whined.
“Right?” Kale sneered as his voice drops an octave, “… you’ll learn something. It’ll be good for you, put hair on your chest…” He laughs abruptly, “*****s and liquor, would put hair on my chest too.”
Olaf laughed at his friend, “Well let’s go down and get that task done as fast as we can. As soon as we are done, we can skip out on class and hit the bath houses at Buccaneer’s Den. “
Kale grinned, “Sounds like a plan to me. Pirate women are hot.”
The Lycaeum was alive with activity on Saturday morning. Mages, scribes, naturalists and other scholars hustled in and out of the buildings. Crates and containers are gathered in neat piles near tables as scribes recorded their contents. Over behind one of the statues, pair of teenage apprentices was snickering with hands covering their mouths. The brown-haired one pointed his index finger at a courier walking across the courtyard as his raven-haired friend looks on. The courier’s pants suddenly fall to his ankles, almost causing him to trip and cascade his package onto the ground. The two boys smashed their hands over their mouths to control the howls of laughter that erupt. The both sucked in air loudly through their noses before another round of round of muffled howls.
A sharp voice silenced their amusement abruptly, “Hey! You two!” The boys went pale and turned around. There stood one of the Lycaeum’s oldest and most boring scholars, Luther. “Olaf. Kale. Weren’t you both given something to do?”
“Uhhh… not really? “ the one who shrank visibly at the mention of the name Olaf.
“Yeah, we learn best by like… observing and stuff…,” Kale said.
“You are going to end up learning the rest of this year in the shape of a walrus!” he shouts at them. He coughs a couple of times and clears his throat before continuing in a much more calm tone, “ Just because your fathers are benefactors of this institution, doesn’t allow you to treat this place as your personal playground. Both of your fathers gave us a substantial donation to get us to accept you into this apprenticeship. That doesn’t mean you get a free ride. “
The two boys looked at each other, attempting to hold a straight face. Kale murmured under his breath, “Heh Heh Heh… he said ride…”
“What did you say, boy?” the man asked with narrowed eyes.
Olaf snorted and cleared his throat loudly, “Uh, Pride. Sir… we are going to show more *pride* in this… uh… institute of fine learning. “
The old scribe stared at him for a few more moments and then grunted as if in acceptance of their answer. “Very well. Now go into the catacombs and begin crating up whatever is down there. The Governor has put Lady Mal in charge of the Lycaeum. She has ordered an inventory of all equipment, resources as well as historical documents and artifacts. “
The boys stared at him as if in disbelief at being made to work.
The old man stared right back before grinning, “You boys will be fine. All the other apprentices are helping. This isn’t hologeneration science. Just pack the items carefully in the crates with sand and straw. If it’s something not labeled, make sure it goes in its own crate. Even I don’t remember what is all stored down there and we don’t want to take the chance of there being an accident. “
The boys continued to stare at him blankly.
“Sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to making the Lycaeum the pride of our city, ” he said as he walked back towards the classrooms.
The boys watch him walk off and look each other. “I can’t believe my dad sent me here. It is so lame. ” Olaf whined.
“Right?” Kale sneered as his voice drops an octave, “… you’ll learn something. It’ll be good for you, put hair on your chest…” He laughs abruptly, “*****s and liquor, would put hair on my chest too.”
Olaf laughed at his friend, “Well let’s go down and get that task done as fast as we can. As soon as we are done, we can skip out on class and hit the bath houses at Buccaneer’s Den. “
Kale grinned, “Sounds like a plan to me. Pirate women are hot.”