03-29-2015, 09:09 AM
The blonde alchemist took a few steps into the room, pausing for only a brief moment when he heard the doors click shut behind him.
“Hello?” He asked once again as he walked up to the desk and glanced over at the empty bird perch.
“Yes?” A voice inquired from just behind him, prompting the youth to jerk violently in surprise before spinning on his heels to see a smiling, older man standing just behind him.
“Where did you come from?” Edward blurted out as he glanced back around the office for some sort of hidden entrance. Before he could respond, the man disappeared in a puff of smoke, only to reappear in the same way in the chair that had once stood empty behind the desk.
“You’re in Dalaran,” he replied with a warm smile as he brought up a small book from his desk and opened it up to a page in the middle. “Certainly magic should now seem like second-nature to the carefree observer,” perhaps from someone else’s mouth, such a remark would have come off as condescending in nature.
“You’re Dumbledore, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” the scholarly man responded as he set a pen in the middle of the book and glance up at Edward. “I understand you waited for most of the day to meet with me, so I ask that you kindly be seated.”
Before the young alchemist could make a remark that there wasn’t a nearby chair, he glanced behind himself and saw that there was a perfectly crafted wooden chair waiting to be used. With a grin, Edward pulled the chair up and took a seat across from Dumbledore. For someone supposedly in charge of the floating city, the old man didn’t seem very stately. His white hair and beard hung low from his face, and only a small band kept the latter in somewhat of a stable form. Compared to the officials who ran the state back in Edward’s home, Dumbledore was dressed in gray clothes, with a heavy cloak clasped just above his waist.
“So how may I help you today, Edward Elric?” Dumbledore asked as the pen in front of him lifted up of its own accord and started to scribble onto the formerly blank page. “I haven’t heard much about you, so I take it you are new to the Omniverse?”
“Yes,” Edward replied, eying the free-floating instrument as it continued to write. Try as he could, the alchemist couldn’t decipher the strange script.
“So what brings you here to Dalaran? And more importantly, what brings you to the offices of the Mages Guild?”
“I’m an alchemist,” Edward stated. “I come from a—”
Dumbledore shook his hand. “I know,” he remarked. “I’ve been in the Omniverse long enough to have met my fair share of alchemists… the types that are delusional and the types who wield truly wonderful potential.”
“So I’m not the first?” Edward inquired.
“No,” Dumbledore responded as he waved his hand off to the side. With a poof, a piece of paper appeared in front of Edward. On it was several names of individuals—some had little crosses after their names, but a good number of them were still alive. “Both the Kingdom and Empire had a very small number of true alchemists many years back, and their secondaries are still plentiful, although they tend to be very low-key.”
“What happened to the original alchemists?”
“Imprisoned, banished, or missing.” Dumbledore answered as one of the names light up on the piece of paper. “He was the equivalent of a captain in the Kingdom’s army. He got into a heated argument with Aragorn over the treatment of the elves and trolls, and even helped the latter fight their way out of the Kingdom. If there are any alchemists in the Empire, they haven’t been seen, and your guess would be as good as mine.”
Edward remained silent, his eyes glued on the name of the exiled prime. Before the blonde could ask a question, Dumbledore beat him to the punch.
“So what brings you to my office, young Edward Elric?”
“I want to start a school here… an alchemy school,” Edward glanced up from the parchment and looked into the older man’s eyes. “It would be a place where people could go to study alchemy and learn its tricks and skills. It’d also be a place for research.”
Dumbledore had nodded along as Edward spoke, and when the young man fell silent, the old wizard sat there for a moment before addressing his guest. “And such an establishment would require a deal of resources and require you to navigate the complexities of verse zoning ordinances and permits? Not to mention needing the workers to help build the place and the staff to help get it off the ground.”
“Correct,” Edward replied as the pen started to dance furiously across the paper.
“And you want my help to grease the wheels… so to speak.”
“Yes.”
At that, Dumbledore leaned forward and laced his fingers just below his chin. “You seem to be a nice young man, Edward, and if anything, Camelot would be the best place for you to pursue your endeavor. Unfortunately, you have a tall order, and while I am a scholar at heart, I am also a bureaucrat, both locally and regionally. King Aragorn wouldn’t approve of anyone just starting an institution in his hinterland without it clearing our desks. If you want my assistance, I’m going to need you to do something for me, do you understand?”
“Of course,” Edward responded. The alchemist didn’t expect to receive any fair favors, and he was more than willing to go the distance to pursue his plans.
“I give you some options…” At that, a second name light up on the paper—a pretty woman with a warm smile. “She was part of the Empire’s bureaucracy for a few years, and she was also a fantastic mole, you see. Unfortunately, she wasn’t good enough, and they locked her up in a prison in the Vasty Deep. It’s not Impel Down, mind you, it’s a more secret location, but you would still have to break her out of a hidden Imperial prison…
“On the other hand, you could also hunt down our own deserter. From what we can tell, he lives in the Frozen Fields, and while he doesn’t live with the troll tribe there, we know that he must still be on terms with them. You could gain the trust of Zul’jin in order to find out where he is… and then I ask that you banish him or drag him back here to stand trial.” Dumbledore slid a strange device across the table that glowed faintly. “You would use this for the former…”
“Lastly, you could curtail enough favor with the folks in Minas Tirith. You would also need to gain the King’s favor as well, but doing so would provide you with enough support to give you a state blessing for such an institution and resources for your school, as well as personnel.
“The choice is up to you, Edward Elric.”
[spoiler]You have three options, Edward
1 – Travel to the Vasty Deep, Locate a hidden Imperial prison, Break in, and free the female alchemist. You must then bring her back to Dalaran safely. Doing this will result in a bounty from Coruscant (and, by extension, Carrefore and Costa del Sol).
2 – Travel to the Frozen Fields. ‘Befriend’ the troll tribes (you must complete the troll faction quest to do so). They will reveal to you the location of the Kingdom exile. You must hunt him down, fight him, and banish him (Dumbledore has provided you with the banishment circle) or return him to stand trial in the Kingdom. Doing this will result in the dwarves being hostile to you.
3 – Complete the Camelot faction quest. You must then complete one additional full-story that involves Edward giving back to Dalaran, Minas Tirith, or the outlying Camelot ‘duchies’ in some way (we can talk about this more if you pursue this option).
Completion of any of those 3 options, along with purchasing a base, will give Edward the official approval of the Kingdom to found his alchemy school under their protection, as well as the beginnings of influence in the Kingdom. You'll also receive +300 OM at the end.[/spoiler]
“Hello?” He asked once again as he walked up to the desk and glanced over at the empty bird perch.
“Yes?” A voice inquired from just behind him, prompting the youth to jerk violently in surprise before spinning on his heels to see a smiling, older man standing just behind him.
“Where did you come from?” Edward blurted out as he glanced back around the office for some sort of hidden entrance. Before he could respond, the man disappeared in a puff of smoke, only to reappear in the same way in the chair that had once stood empty behind the desk.
“You’re in Dalaran,” he replied with a warm smile as he brought up a small book from his desk and opened it up to a page in the middle. “Certainly magic should now seem like second-nature to the carefree observer,” perhaps from someone else’s mouth, such a remark would have come off as condescending in nature.
“You’re Dumbledore, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” the scholarly man responded as he set a pen in the middle of the book and glance up at Edward. “I understand you waited for most of the day to meet with me, so I ask that you kindly be seated.”
Before the young alchemist could make a remark that there wasn’t a nearby chair, he glanced behind himself and saw that there was a perfectly crafted wooden chair waiting to be used. With a grin, Edward pulled the chair up and took a seat across from Dumbledore. For someone supposedly in charge of the floating city, the old man didn’t seem very stately. His white hair and beard hung low from his face, and only a small band kept the latter in somewhat of a stable form. Compared to the officials who ran the state back in Edward’s home, Dumbledore was dressed in gray clothes, with a heavy cloak clasped just above his waist.
“So how may I help you today, Edward Elric?” Dumbledore asked as the pen in front of him lifted up of its own accord and started to scribble onto the formerly blank page. “I haven’t heard much about you, so I take it you are new to the Omniverse?”
“Yes,” Edward replied, eying the free-floating instrument as it continued to write. Try as he could, the alchemist couldn’t decipher the strange script.
“So what brings you here to Dalaran? And more importantly, what brings you to the offices of the Mages Guild?”
“I’m an alchemist,” Edward stated. “I come from a—”
Dumbledore shook his hand. “I know,” he remarked. “I’ve been in the Omniverse long enough to have met my fair share of alchemists… the types that are delusional and the types who wield truly wonderful potential.”
“So I’m not the first?” Edward inquired.
“No,” Dumbledore responded as he waved his hand off to the side. With a poof, a piece of paper appeared in front of Edward. On it was several names of individuals—some had little crosses after their names, but a good number of them were still alive. “Both the Kingdom and Empire had a very small number of true alchemists many years back, and their secondaries are still plentiful, although they tend to be very low-key.”
“What happened to the original alchemists?”
“Imprisoned, banished, or missing.” Dumbledore answered as one of the names light up on the piece of paper. “He was the equivalent of a captain in the Kingdom’s army. He got into a heated argument with Aragorn over the treatment of the elves and trolls, and even helped the latter fight their way out of the Kingdom. If there are any alchemists in the Empire, they haven’t been seen, and your guess would be as good as mine.”
Edward remained silent, his eyes glued on the name of the exiled prime. Before the blonde could ask a question, Dumbledore beat him to the punch.
“So what brings you to my office, young Edward Elric?”
“I want to start a school here… an alchemy school,” Edward glanced up from the parchment and looked into the older man’s eyes. “It would be a place where people could go to study alchemy and learn its tricks and skills. It’d also be a place for research.”
Dumbledore had nodded along as Edward spoke, and when the young man fell silent, the old wizard sat there for a moment before addressing his guest. “And such an establishment would require a deal of resources and require you to navigate the complexities of verse zoning ordinances and permits? Not to mention needing the workers to help build the place and the staff to help get it off the ground.”
“Correct,” Edward replied as the pen started to dance furiously across the paper.
“And you want my help to grease the wheels… so to speak.”
“Yes.”
At that, Dumbledore leaned forward and laced his fingers just below his chin. “You seem to be a nice young man, Edward, and if anything, Camelot would be the best place for you to pursue your endeavor. Unfortunately, you have a tall order, and while I am a scholar at heart, I am also a bureaucrat, both locally and regionally. King Aragorn wouldn’t approve of anyone just starting an institution in his hinterland without it clearing our desks. If you want my assistance, I’m going to need you to do something for me, do you understand?”
“Of course,” Edward responded. The alchemist didn’t expect to receive any fair favors, and he was more than willing to go the distance to pursue his plans.
“I give you some options…” At that, a second name light up on the paper—a pretty woman with a warm smile. “She was part of the Empire’s bureaucracy for a few years, and she was also a fantastic mole, you see. Unfortunately, she wasn’t good enough, and they locked her up in a prison in the Vasty Deep. It’s not Impel Down, mind you, it’s a more secret location, but you would still have to break her out of a hidden Imperial prison…
“On the other hand, you could also hunt down our own deserter. From what we can tell, he lives in the Frozen Fields, and while he doesn’t live with the troll tribe there, we know that he must still be on terms with them. You could gain the trust of Zul’jin in order to find out where he is… and then I ask that you banish him or drag him back here to stand trial.” Dumbledore slid a strange device across the table that glowed faintly. “You would use this for the former…”
“Lastly, you could curtail enough favor with the folks in Minas Tirith. You would also need to gain the King’s favor as well, but doing so would provide you with enough support to give you a state blessing for such an institution and resources for your school, as well as personnel.
“The choice is up to you, Edward Elric.”
[spoiler]You have three options, Edward
1 – Travel to the Vasty Deep, Locate a hidden Imperial prison, Break in, and free the female alchemist. You must then bring her back to Dalaran safely. Doing this will result in a bounty from Coruscant (and, by extension, Carrefore and Costa del Sol).
2 – Travel to the Frozen Fields. ‘Befriend’ the troll tribes (you must complete the troll faction quest to do so). They will reveal to you the location of the Kingdom exile. You must hunt him down, fight him, and banish him (Dumbledore has provided you with the banishment circle) or return him to stand trial in the Kingdom. Doing this will result in the dwarves being hostile to you.
3 – Complete the Camelot faction quest. You must then complete one additional full-story that involves Edward giving back to Dalaran, Minas Tirith, or the outlying Camelot ‘duchies’ in some way (we can talk about this more if you pursue this option).
Completion of any of those 3 options, along with purchasing a base, will give Edward the official approval of the Kingdom to found his alchemy school under their protection, as well as the beginnings of influence in the Kingdom. You'll also receive +300 OM at the end.[/spoiler]
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