Story : Of Guests and Members New

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=Welcoming the Guests=
Walking forward carefully with the aid of their guides, the two young magi and their grog forgot all about the inconvenience of the blindfolds when they were removed and the covenant was suddenly revealed to them in its entirety. That they had passed through two regio boundaries, skipping the first, and that a third lay beyond what they currently saw was purposefully kept from them, though this did little to diminish the spectacle before them - especially given they were unaware of these facts.
Warren emerged from the large stone building in the center of the hamlet, and slipped up to Marcus's side. In Latin, he confided, "Magus, I have spoken with each of the magi or their staff, and have forwarded them of our visitors. I got the impression that most would not be joining you. Ambrosius asked that he be notified specifically if he was needed, otherwise that he be left to his study."
While Warren spoke with Marcus, Mnemosyne pointed out some of the sights of the Covenant to the guests. "The tower belongs the magus Bedo, Phaedrus has set up home over there for now, while Marcus' residence is that building over there..." she indicated them politely, leaving comments about sanctums and the implications of such unsaid as presumably obvious and basic part of any magus' education. She also mentioned a number of other mundane buildings which were either obvious, or of possible interest to guests - places to get food for example - but by no means exhaustive. She also left out any mention of her own residence.
At that point, a boy trudged past bearing a large pot full of kitchen scraps. Mnemosyne snapped her fingers and beckoned him over. "Wirt," she addressed him in English. "Fetch Isaac here. The Princeps will want to issue him instructions regarding our guests." The boy stared back at Mnemosyne with large eyes, which seemed a little too dark and glowering for one of his age, while the maga stared back with an icey blue gaze. After a moment, he dropped his head with a mumbled "Yes, Mistress Mnemosyne," deposited his burden and hurried off to fetch the seneschal.
Mnemosyne turned back to the two visiting magi. "So sodales, did you have much trouble on the roads? Did you find the King's roads safe to travel on?"
Kelydon dusted some of the mud off his clothing, as he replied. "The walk was actually quite invigorating. I believe we had more trouble in town, around the mundanes. Almost getting run over by wagons and covered in mud. Unpleasant, to say the least. We had Ellette to guard us. If things got out of hand."
Ellette glanced over at the magus at the mention of her name. She was used to his talking about her by now, regardless of the fact that she should not understand more than one or two words of what was said.
"Ellette and I have traveled extensively over the last year. "Caprice added. "I must say that the roads in England are by far the best we have encountered."
Kelydon waits until an opportune moment and asks of Mnemosyne, "Pardon me Sodales, I am curious. Do you have a representative of House Bonisagus as a member?"
Mnemosyne nodded. "Yes, we do. The magus I mentioned previously, Bedo. Filius Caelicus, if I remember correctly." Something about her tone made it clear that she undoubtidly did. "He came to us from Durenmar, but was originally one of your countrymen, I think. Your accent is not strong, but still clear, Kelydon. Did you pass your apprenticeship away from Wales? You're parens name is Beladonis, correct?" Mnemosyne frowned, her brow crinkling a littling as she tried to call something to mind, and then it came to her - Beladonis is a noted peregrinator and quite the dabbler, and were he but interested in the old magics he would no doubt be a seeker.
"Yes, excellent." Kelydon seemed happy about the idea of another Bonisagus. "I travelled much with my pater. He took me and his studies to many of the tribunals. With my studies taking most of my time, I mainly picked up languages as we went. We did stay at Durenmar a few times, as my Pater wished to deliver his work personally and browse through the records for information relating to his research."
==Lodgings, Such as They Are==
Isaac arrived and presented himself to Marcus, who spoke a few words with him quickly, then turned back to his guests as Isaac hurried off. "Sodales, Isaac," Marcus indicated the autocrat's retreating back, "is making arrangements for you in the guest hall. It is small, usually the only occupant is a single redcap, but we should be able to curtain off or partition some space for each of you. Fortunately, we are adequately provided for foodstuffs so I have no apology to make on that front," he smiled. "I invite you to refresh yourselves after your travels. Feel free to wander within the covenant marking walls, but I must ask you not to venture beyond these points." Marcus pointed out the (walls, pillars, whatever) that marked the borders of the aegis, "I ask you to avoid these two buildings," he pointed to the laboratory and the library. "Otherwise, the liberty of the covenant is yours. Food will be brought you. I take it you wish to address the council?"
"That would be fine. I am sure the accomodations will be adequate." Kelydon smiled.
"Then I suggest that tomorrow at terce would be a convenient time. That way we shall all be refreshed and have broken our fast," said Marcus. "Come to us there, in the Council Chamber."
"Brother Marcus,"Caprice started, then she stopped, looking slightly abashed. "I mean, Princeps Marcus, of course. Your manner of dress is somewhat, ah, different. I apologize. Princeps, is there a member of the covenant staff who speaks both Latin and English? Or Welsh, if that is the vulgar language more commonly spoken here? I would like to employ such a one as an interpreter, for a brief time. I have found that speaking with the covenfolk is the best way to get to know a covenant. If you would kindly let me know when someone is available."
"Soror Caprice," said Marcus with a smile and giving her name a Latin pronounciation, "as we are on the Welsh border both Welsh and English are common. Latin among our people is a rare commodity, though. I am afraid that we can not provide a full time interpreter, but you might ask Warren if he could show you around and do some translation for you - his Latin is passable. Alicia might also be able to help you, when she is not teaching." Marcus pointed out Warren who was still nearby, he described Alicia and added, "She will probably be accompanied by a young lad named Llewys," and added a description of the boy. "I hope that will be sufficient." Marcus drew Caprice a few steps further away and lowered his voice. "May I ask about your parma grog? Have you known her long?"
Caprice raised an eyebrow and looked at Marcus. "Yes, I have known HIM for quite some time. He joined my parens' covenant about a year before my gauntlet. Once I received my sigil, he volunteered to accompany me on my travels. The turb captain said I could keep him if I wanted. We have developed quite a relationship."
With that Kelydon and Caprice follow Isaac to the chamber provided.
==Finding a Sponsor==
Kelydon was thrilled by the new covenant. He could tell that he was most likely in a regio of some sort. He didn't want to offend his hosts by investigating to closely any of the particulars of the regio. 
He had rested for a few hours and then as his curiosity got the better of him, Kelydon began exploring the areas open to him. The various buildings and such were of sturdy manufacture. His attention was almost immediately drawn to the general quality of the environs of the Covenant. Everything was slightly more vibrant here. Richer colors, crisper air, even the sound of rustling grass in the breeze has a more delicate musical quality to it.
A young servant boy that Kelydon thought he had saw earlier walked by. "You there, boy. Stop, I must talk to you," using his native Welsh. 
The boy stopped, and turned to face the magus, his eyes wide. He stammered for a moment or two before any recognizable Welsh word came out, "No....Welsh..." He looked around in panic, his eyes locked upon a young lady crossing the yard with a basket of bread and cheese as a drowning man upon a piece of debris to keep him afloat. Without so much as a further glance at Kelydon, he took off after the woman, calling, "Nenya! Nenya!"
The young woman stopped and looked at the running boy. "There now, Wirt, she said in English, "what are ya so worked up about?! Keep the noise down, do ya hear?" 
Wirt stopped just short of her and spoke, "One of the visitors...he's trying to ask me something, but it sounds like Welsh! I can't help him! He's a mage, Nenya! What if he turns me inta a frog?!"
Nenya's face went serious, "There now, Wirt, let's go an see what we cin do fer the magus. There's no frettin' what we can't change." And so Nenya lead Wirt back over to where the Magus Kelydon stood, observing the entire exchange. She addressed him in near perfect Welsh. "My apologies, Magus," she said with her head down in deference to the mage. "Wirt don't speak much Welsh yet, and he's still scared ta death of yern magic casting types. It'd be my pleasure to help ya, though. What can I doin' fer ya, Master?"
Kelydon shook his head a little. "Where is Master Bedo?"
Nenya responded, "The tower right behind the Council building is his, Master. Shall I show you to him?"
Kelydon said, "Please go ask Master Bedo to seek me out at his leisure. My name is Kelydon of Bonisagus. Can you remember that lass?" Kelydon thought it might take a few repetitions before the kitchen lass would be able to repeat what he said, but she remembered the message very well, repeating it with the same inflection and regional accent with which he delivered it; clearly this was something she did often. Nenya left, presumably heading to deliver Kelydon's message and then to finish her task; Wirt also left, completing his chore he had been about before being interrupted. Kelydon realized he might as well settle in to the guest quarters for the duration. Bedo could be awhile in coming. 
==Message Delivered==
All in all, Nenya was glad that it was the Magus Bedo that the newcomer had her deliver this message to. While he seems as mysterious and powerful as the rest of these magi, Nenya could also see the "normal man" behind the mystic robes. It was rather hard not to, actually - once you've seen a man up to his belly-button in mud, well, the mystique just seems to loose something. Nenya smiled at the memory. It wasn't funny at the time, though - she, Magus Phaedrus and Magus Bedo were under attack by some type of water witch, and Nenya was paralyzed with fear. The Magus Bedo, though, even covered with mud, dripping with water and barely having escaped, he was calm and logical. "We have a problem here, or rather three problems," he'd said, as he climbed from the stream. Truth be told, Nenya was a bit smitten with him, having kept that calm a head under those circumstances. It was a story that she enjoyed telling - particularly to Gruffydd's clan, who would shriek and "Oooo!" and "Awww!" every time, despite having heard it a dozen times or more. Perhaps the Magus Bedo came out a bit more of a hero each time...
Nenya climbed the stairs from the ground level to the large wooden doors and lifted the knocker and letting it fall several times to announce her arrival. She waited patiently for the Magus to open the door.
It took a minute or two before Bedo appeared at the door, in a long, and rather grubby robe, holding a trimmed quill in one hand, and an ink horn in the other. Trying not to spill the ink he juggled the two into one hand as he pulled the door open. He greeted Nenya in Welsh, wishing her a good day, and waiting quietly as she delivered her message.
"Of course I'll see him - a Welshman eh? and of my house" he replied. "Wait here while I put down these er-things, and then you can take me to him and introduce us."He scratched his nose with his free hand, leaving an ink smear down the side of it " No - come in and sit down here in the parlour - I'll not be long". With that he hurried back inside, across the parlour, and headed upstairs.
A few minutes later he was back, still in the scruffy robe, but with most of the ink washed off his hands. "Right," he said, "Kelydon, isn't it? Not a name I remember, but take me to him.".
Half an hour or so had passed before Kelydon was disturbed by the quiet knock on the door of the guest quarters. In reply to his answer, the little welsh girl entered and ushered in a man, slightly smaller and slightly older looking than himself, who appeared to be a scribe.
"I am Bedo filius Caelicus, Bonisagi," Bedo spoke, his latin fluent, but with a distinct north-Walian accent to it. "What brings you here, Kelydon?"
Kelydon having stood from where he had been lounging, brushed himself off and straightened his slightly dingy robe. "Greetings Bedo, I am Kelydon filius Belidonis, Bonisagi. I thought it proper to ask to see you before even thinking of any other plans. We Bonisagi must stick together." His eyes lit up a little, and became very wide. "Oh my manners... I hope I didn't interrupt anything to pressing."
"No, nothing that I cannot put down for a while. I need to copy out all my notes, and make clear sense of them for my sodales at some point, but it is not an interesting task. Still, once done it is done and out of the way" He looked around, found somewhere to sit, and waited for the visitor to continue.
"My master has great respect for your Pater. I hope we can have a good relationship. I am an avid writer, though my eyesight is somewhat bad. I am particularly interested in teaching apprentices and anyone who would learn from me. I am very well schooled in Magical Lore. I tell you this because I wish to join this fabulous covenant, and I want you to know how valuable I would be as an addition to your group." Kelydon seemed very excited and never ceased to smile as he spoke with Bedo. "Is there anything I need to know about how to go about joining this covenant?" 
"Slow down, slow down," Bedo interrupted. "Tell me more of who you are, where you have come from, what news you have from elsewhere in the house that sort of thing. We are a new covenant here, and so far although we are building well in terms of stonework, we are still getting to know each other. I would need to know far more of who and what you are before thinking of that sort of details. We have already been brought to far too much risk by one young satyr, whose hooves scared the local innkeeper, and brought a Bishop down upon Church Stretton."
"What?!? That is outrageous! Such actions should demand dire repercussions. I gather this was a Magus that acted so... idiotically?"
"She was a young Merinita called "Eirlys"" Bedo replied "A satyr with a somewhat naive view of the world, who thought nothing of trotting around an inn, with her hooves on show, alarming the locals. It wasn't all she did, but we, and she, found we couldn't live and work together."
Kelydon began searching agitatedly through a well used travel bag, one that was in dire need of a seamstress. "Pardon my manners, I need to be doing something with my hands." Kelydon found what he needed in the bag having actually dumped the contents on his bed. "Some familiar items will make this room a little more ... comfortable." After situating his various implements of indeterminate use, and the various souvenirs from his travels Kelydon continued his ire somewhat abated, "I would hope this Merinita has been brought to task... but that is a matter for covenant members, and rightly at council."
After hearing about the satyr, Kelydon quieted his sudden outrage and sat upon the bed he had been assigned to. The young dark haired magus continued in Welsh, telling of all the things he had seen and much of his apprenticeship. Even mentioning the dark Tytalus that often haunted his dreams. When he was winding down, and the drink that had been brought by one of the grogs had been emptied, "Ever sense I have been plagued... er ... maybe gifted with visions of potential futures. But, that is a somewhat disconcerting subject." He thought for a few moments, "I hope to have visions of this place. For now I will settle for wishful thinking. I would love to see the library holding volumes rivaling those at Durenmar, students swarming through the halls of the growing school learning things that they never dreamed were possible. I want to be part of that. I know I wasn't here for the beginning, but I could still be here for the critical parts of the Covenant's growth. A spring covenant is desirable in my mind, but to find one with a school also! It must be providence. " 
"Right, and given that, you have found yourself here, and feel you wish to join us" Bedo asked, with a slight smile "Very well, I'll tell you a little of the formal rules, but I am no quaesitor, so may miss some of the t-crossing. As you were not apprenticed here, to join, whether provisionally, or as a full member, you'd need a sponsor, and to be approved by the full council of mages. If accepted, you have to provide a set of your laboratory notes from your apprenticeship to the library - I was working on making good copies of mine, although it's not strictly needed - and the council would also give you a task of at least a season, on top of annual service, to do. For myself, I would tend to ask the new mage to suggest their own task, but others may not be so easy in their ways."
"I would be willing to aid you in the lab for a season if you sponsor me." Kelydon looks hopeful, yet slightly embarrassed as he says this.
"Hmm - let's see, a season at least to the covenant as a joining task, your annual season's duty, a season of work assisting in a laboratory, possibly two seasons to copy out your laboratory notes, of course then another annual season's duty, a laboratory to build, two seasons work to equip it and make it usable, that's nearly three years whatever order you work, before you'll be doing much for yourself. Are you sure you want to offer so much so quickly?" Bedo scratched at his finger, where some dried ink was irritating him, and waited for a reply.
"You think you surprise me? Or maybe, you are just telling me this out of kindness. I wouldn't think you would try to deter me... I came here expecting nothing of you people. I do desire a covenant to join. I would like that covenant to be a spring covenant, to avoid despotic overlord style elder Magi. I have no problem with work, and likely much of the work I will enjoy. Especially if it has to do with the school or a library. I am no stranger to hard work." Kelydon less happy than he did before. "Perhaps, the season of laboratory help might be more profitable for you farther in the future, like when you need a new longevity potion. I could instead offer to perform a favor sometime in the future in repayment. Or perhaps you might see in me something you wish to sponsor without...er... repayment. You do realize Sodales, that there are advantages to having two Bonisagi in the same covenant?"
"Do tell me what advantages you see" Bedo replied thoughtfully.
"Oh, I may be just overly proud of our traditions and House. But, the unified front we could offer at council would be possibly advantageous to both of us. Not to mention the guide we could be for the covenant as a whole. I have been chastised by elder Magi for being to overly assuming. Perhaps there are fewer benefits than I see. It never hurts to have a fellow Welshman behind you."
=In Council=
Marcus looked around the table at his sodales, the last of whom had just arrived. "Ave, sodales mei," he said. "Incipimus hunc concilium. Thank you for coming. I'm sure you all know why this extraordinary council has been called, but let me be clear. We have visitors, two fellow members of our order, who have expressed interest in joining our Covenant and wish to petition the Council. They are waiting without. Before we invite them in, is there any discussion or commentary anyone wishes to make?"
Mnemosyne raised her hand, signalling her wish to speak to assembled Council. "Who is sponsoring these two candidates?" she asked after being acknowledged. "And as Full Members or Provisional Members? I would like to hear the thoughts of the sponsors and why they think the candidates would make good additions to Mons Obscurus."
Bedo spoke up "I have been approached by Kelydon, asking that I sponsor him. I see no reason why I should not, so would propose that we discuss him as a potential provisional member. He seems" and he paused here, " enthusiastic, and willing to work, even if, I fear he has not fully thought through what joining us might involve."
"Do you know much about his background?" Mnemosyne asked curiously.
"A curious one - similar in some ways to mine" Bedo replied "Welsh too, although from the coast, and I'd guess a fair way west from the way he talks. Two masters too - his first an unpleasant sounding Tytalus, who's affected him badly - and that's a difference from mine, and his second, although not as well known as mine has a good reputation in the house. He seems pretty convincing too - he'll probably teach and write better than I can. Does that help?"
Mnemosyne nodded. "Indeed, thank you Bedo. I look forward to hearing more from Kelydon himself."
"I suggest we interview them individually, and unless there is an objection, we shall begin with Caprice," said Marcus.
"If there is any point," Mnemosyne murmured dryly, seeing that none had spoken up as her sponsor, but shrugged none the less and gestured her assent.
"We are assuming," said Marcus, "that she both wishes to join us and knows she needs a sponsor. If it should transpire that she does and doesn't, then we can inform her of the requirement and then offer her guesting for a month or two while she finds a sponsor." Marcus rose.
==Interview with a Maga==
"Since we have no lictors nor bailiffs nor sergeants-at-arms ..." Marcus went to the door to the council chamber and opened it. "Caprice filia Arcturi, sectator Jerbitonis," he said formally, "the Council of Mons Obscurus invites you to join us." He returned to his seat.
"It would be my pleasure to do so, Princeps Marcus." Caprice was dressed in a plain white robe, but one of very fine material and work. She wore but one ring on each hand; both were crafted of silver and bore the symbol of House Jerbiton. Her long dark hair hung loosely about her shoulders.
"Caprice," said Marcus. "It is our understanding, based on a letter sent to us last year, that you have an interest in joining Mons Obscurus. If so, would you please present your petition in such form as you deem fit and give us such information as you think pertinent?"
Caprice looked at each member of the council in turn, her ever-present smile seeming forced. "I believe I have met most of you, but not all, so I will begin with the formal greeting. I am Caprice, filia of Arcturus, ex Jerbiton. I would like to officially tender my application for membership as a maga in good standing with the covenant Mons Obscurus."
Caprice was obviously struggling in an effort to impress the assemblage. The other magi could tell she was unused to speaking to groups, at least without her magic being used an oratorical aid. The speech also smacked of considerable scripting and rehearsal. "I shall be honest, sodales," she continued. "I am quite nervous, as this interview is extremely important to me. I have travelled extensively over the last year, and visited many covenants. This is the first one I have had any interest in joining. The magical and the mundane resources of Mons Obscurus are quite impressive, and the members I have had the pleasure of meeting are magi I would feel honoured to associate with. So the question is, what do I have to offer Mons Obscurus?" Caprice paused, and took a small sip from a water goblet. "I am an illusionist, both by natural bent and by training. My Hermetic talents are greatest in the arts of Imaginem and Mentem. I have the ability to cast many spells without drawing attention to myself, which is a great boon when working with mundanes. I hope to study this ability that I may be able to help others do likewise. I have a great desire to aid whatever covenant I join by creating devices that allow the commonfolk to use simple illusions to protect themselves, and to gain an advantage in their banal, day-to-day interactions. In doing so I also hope to acquire better understanding of how the magical and mundane worlds relate, and the role that the Dominion plays in overseeing that relationship." A small sigh escaped her as she again paused, then she finished,"I would be happy to address any questions you or the others have, Princeps."
Marcus leaned forward immediately, and those near him could see that he had a letter on the table in front of him. "Caprice, sodales mei, I would have you explain this." He raised the letter, "You warned us of a maga who would come in the presence of a female grog." Marcus started to speak again, but then stopped himself, indicating that Caprice should speak.
Caprice's smile broadened, and a slight twinkle appeared in her eye. "Ah, Princeps, you have committed a common mistake. Despite choosing to be known as 'Ellette', my shield grog is quite male. It is quite a source of amusement for the two of us."
"So," said Marcus. "Let me be quite clear. There is no imposter accompanied by a female grog that you were warning us of. There is no female grog at all. It was all a ..." he searched for the word "... joke? A source of amusement? You chose to present yourself to a covenant you wished to join by mocking and discomfiting those whom you intended and hoped would be your colleagues?" Marcus tone was carefully flat.
Caprice did her best to match Marcus' tone. "I have a tendency, maybe even a compulsion, to jest in this manner. I certainly did not intend to discomfit or mock anyone. It is important, if this relationship is to work, that all of you understand who and what I am. I make no apologies for my actions. If this body determines, on the basis of my joke, that I am not a worthy candidate, than I can only concur."
Longinus leaned forward and cocked his head. "Maga, I am Longinus filius Mercantus scholae Mercere." His head dipped briefly in greeting. "I should hope that this not-terribly-august-body should consider rather more than one somewhat unimpressive piece of japery when debating your candidacy. However there is something you too should understand, if this relationship is to work. In requesting to join this covenant you ask us to welcome you into our home, our hearts, our endeavours our fears and not least, our trust. You would do well to remember this when choosing your jests." Then he smiled and looked around. "Not that we couldn't do with a little levity around here occasionally."
"I am afraid this discussion may be rather academic," put in Mnemosyne, business-like as usual. "Caprice, you are required by our Charter to have a sponsor from this Council to present you, if you wish membership. That being so, you cannot join us at this time, and the others issues are somewhat moot."
Ambrosius cleared his throat. "If I may, Maga Mnemosyne, you are...um...correct, but..." he trailed off, staring intently at the applicant for a few moments. "I offer myself to Caprice ex Jeribton as her sponsor. I believe that her skills could be an asset, as I have, um, recently come to a new appreciation of Imaginem. The provisional membership duration should be sufficient to, ah...determine if her personality is a fit with ours." Ambrosius smiled, his eyes distant, seeing not the present, but perhaps the past. "It is as my esteemed and enlightened sodale has pointed out, we could very well use a bit more levity."
Mnemosyne arched an eyebrow in the direction of the Verditus. "It would have been nice," she said with definite tone to her voice which anyone who had ever spent much time around women would recognise. "If you had spoken up earlier when I asked about sponsors. However," she continued in her more normal voice. "Let us continue with the issues at hand."
Ambrosius nodded in acknowledgement.
"Caprice," Mnemosyne turned to the only other woman in the room. "You have traveled far from you home in Italy, across more than one Tribunal to be with us here today. May I ask why you have journeyed so far to Mons Obscurus in particular?"''
Caprice stood still for a few moments, considering her response. Finally, with a nod towards Ambrosius, she began. "Sodalis Ambrosius, you are most kind. I shall endeavor to prevent giving you cause to regret your beneficence."Then she turned her smile towards the Guernicus. "Sodalis Mnemosyne, I do not think I could re-create the sequence of events that brought me to your covenant." She added the slightest emphasis to the word "your". "I left the covenant of my apprenticeship over a year ago. I had no itinerary, other then a desire to see lands more than 50 miles distant from Napoli. As I began my journey I heard many stories of the British Isles. I decided London was as good a destination as any. I arrived there summer last, and visited a handful of Stonehenge Tribunal covenants. As soon as I heard of Mons Obscurus, I believed I had found the end to my wanderings."
Caprice paused for another drink from her goblet. As she drank, two small drops fell from the ever-upturned corner of her mouth and alighted on her breast. Caprice considered the wayward liquid, and made to raise her hand towards them with her index finger curled against her thumb, as if to splatter the wine onto another. A quick glance around the room revealed that all eyes were on her, and she let her arm fall back to her side. She continued her spiel. "I can not tell you why I felt this way. I only know that I wanted to see this covenant, and explore the possibility of joining. Certainly nothing I have encountered since arriving contravenes my initial belief. Maga Mnemosyne, I hope I have adequately answered your question. If I have not, please enlighten me as to which aspect of my story requires further elaboration."
Mnemosyne smiled tightly at Caprice, something more sparkling her eyes. "Your answer is quite illuminating, thank you." For a moment she looked as if she were about to pose another question, but then she sat back, upright in her tall chair. She looked around at her fellow members to see which one would speak next, fingers sliding up and around her sigil.
Please feel free to jump in here or elsewhere between Mnemosyne's questions and ask some interview type questions or whatever, but in the interests of giving people something to do, I'm going to continue asking.
"Tell me, Maga," Mnemosyne asked, head cocked to one side. "If you could change one thing about Mons Obscurus, what would it be?"
Caprice's smile broadened. "That is easy, sodale. I would be a full member, and there would be a laboratory waiting for me."
Smiling at Caprice's joke Phaedrus speaks up, 
"I can understand that sentiment, especially since I only reacently set up the basics of my own laboratory, but let me restate Mnemosynes question.
You obviously have some interesting personal research ideas but do you have any ideas for prosperous directions we might take the Covenant of Mons Obscurus?" Mnemosyne nodded agreement as Phaedrus spoke.
"I hardly consider myself qualified to answer that question, Master Pheadrus,|"Caprice responded."What I have seen of Mons Obscurus is wonderful. Obviously there is still much work to be done. I do wonder about the defenses of a covenant spread over multiple regio levels. My knowledge of such matters if somewhat limited, though, so my worries may be of no concern. Beyond that, my thoughts turn to the covenfolk. Making them happy is the most effective way to help the magi in their various enterprises. My talents are particularly well suited to such projects."
"Maga," Ambrosius addressed Caprice. "Why do you practice magic?"
The question, so casually asked, obviously caught Caprice off-guard. In her astonishment she omitted the normal Hermetic courtesies. "Why, for the same reason the bird flies, the fish swims, the bear hibernates. It is my essential nature. I could no more curtail my practice of magic than I could stop breathing."Caprice then paused briefly before continuing."It is my greatest joy to practice magic, and to research the depths and breadth of my Gift. I can not envision life without the ability to work magic, or the opportunities to labor in a laboratory. Lastly, I am a Christian and believe God has chosen this life for me."
"Caprice," Mnemosyne sat forward once more. "If we choose to accept your petition, then you will be required to perform a season of service on joining the Covenant. The Council will select this service, but I would like to know if there is something in particular you feel which would be especially beneficial for such a service."
"Indeed I do, Madame Mnemosyne,"Caprice quickly replied. "You are familiar with the spell Wizard's Sidestep, I assume?. Can you imagine the advantage our grogs would have if the leaders, or even eventually the entire turb, had tokens to produce this effect? I discussed this project with my Pater, and he agreed that it would be a relatively simple exercise, but of significant value. That is the first idea off the top of my head, Maga.|"
As she started to make her exit, Caprice addressed the Council one last time. "As a final word, I would ask all of you to think on your first encounters. I know you were strangers before meeting to form this covenant. You knew nothing of each others' strengths and weaknesses, as magi or as people. Yet you hoped, you trusted, and you forged what will someday be a VERY strong covenant. I believe you are in a similar a situation today."
==Interview with a Magus==
Once Caprice had departed, Marcus spoke again. "Unless there is objection, I suggest we interview Kelydon now and then deliberate on both petitions at our leisure."
Marcus approached the door and opened it. "Kelydon filius Belidonis ex Bonisago, Concilium Montis Obscuri te interesse nobis vocat." He returned to his seat.
The slim dark haired magus hurried, really almost rushed into the room. He made a slight bow to the assembled Magi. Kelydon's dark robes hanging a little too loose on his frame. He wore a chain with a metallic disk bearing the symbol of House Bonisagus proudly around his neck. A ring with his personal symbol upon his hand. He took his place standing in full view of the assembled Magi. He nodded, only looking slightly uneasy.
"Kelydon," said Marcus. "It is our understanding that you have an interest in joining Mons Obscurus. If so, would you please present your petition in such form as you deem fit and give us such information as you think pertinent?"
Kelydon cleared his throat before speaking, "Greetings Sodales. As you know I am here to ask that you consider accepting me as a provisional member. I wish to not waste your time, so I will get straight to the point. I am a Magus skilled in Vim and Ignem, though I don't limit myself to interests in those two. In my various travels I have picked up much in the way of languages. I am familiar with Welsh, Latin, Arabic and Greek, to various levels of fluency." He paused for a second then continued, "I enjoy teaching and have taught various subjects in the past, both Hermetic and Mundane. I have studied the lore of the Magical Realm, having seen things during my apprenticeship that made me curious about such things. I have been told also that I am an excellent writer." He seems a bit abashed as he says, "I am sorry that I cannot provide any examples of my work." Kelydon looks around at the assembled Magi. "Please allow me to be a member of your growing covenant and thank you for your time."
When Kelydon had finished, Mnemosyne looked to Marcus to see if the Princeps would call upon the assembled members of the covenant council to put forth their questions in any particular order, or if he would recognise each speaker at their request. She caught Marcus eye and, reading the question there, Marcus gestured broadly forward. With a nod of thanks, Mnemosyne leaned forward in her seat and fixed Kelydon with her gaze. "Why have you chosen to apply here to Mons Obscurus, rather than some other covenant?" she asked, an eyebrow quirking as she did.
Kelydon looked at his feet, nibbling slightly on his lip. "I can say with some certainty, that most covenants do not have a school. This intrigues me. The availability of possible future apprentices for those qualified to teach them, is a powerful positive in your favor." He again scanned the room, squinting slightly, perhaps concerned that someone might think him overly concerned with apprentice snatching. "I, of course, would never exercise the Bonisagus right of apprentice aquisition without council approval. I wish not to step on my Sodali for personal success." He paused for a minute drinking a little wine that had been placed in front of all the magi for refreshment. 
"I must also say that I chose this covenant because it is newly of the Spring era. This is important, as I have seen during my travels the difficulties engendered upon newly gauntleted magi by harsh rulership imposed by more senior members of their covenant. They are often treated as nothing more than more powerful apprentices or talented grogs. I do not believe this would be in my best interest. Nor do I think my destiny lies along those lines." Again Kelydon pauses stroking the stubble upon his young chin. "And surely the beauty of the surrounding lands has not escaped any of you, and I am one that appreciates beauty. I hope that answers your well thought out question, Madame Quaesitor." With this he sits, waiting for any other questions. Mnemosyne's face did not display any hint of what she thought of Kelydon's words while he spoke, though the more observant may have noticed her lips thinning at his last words. Kelydon, with his poor eyesight, was unaware of such subtle body language.
"What do you hope to gain from membership at Mons Obscurus," Mnemosyne asked curiously. "Do you have any goals in mind for your future? Given the chance, what would accomplish?"
"Various things come to mind. I would further my studies to the point of being able to train an apprentice. I would teach at the school when time permits. Seeing the library grow to the size of Durenmar or at least containing books that rival that of some of the best at that august institution. Aiding my fellows in any way I can." Kelydon seemed satisfied with what he had said, but added, "I realize that you have not gotten to know me that well yet. But, I believe that is what your provisional membership is for. After having heard about this measure I was further encouraged to join by the obvious wisdom of a young assembly with the forethought to include such a part in their charter. Have I answered to your mutual satisfaction, Princeps?" Kelydon waited seeming to have lost his slight discomfort he had shown upon entering.
Mnemosyne coughed. "I am afraid you are mistaken, Kelydon. Marcus is our current Princeps." She gestured toward him to make it quite clear. "However, your answer was most enlightening." She settled back again to see what questions her fellow members would ask.
"You mentioned Latin, Arabic and Greek ..." mused Marcus. "Are you a disciplus extraordinarius of language, or is your range of knowledge something you acquired in pursuit of your other studies?" 
"My Pater is an exceptionally well versed scholar. I strove to emulate him. I can only write at a quality level with Welsh and Latin. I can speak both Arabic and Greek, but only for minor usage. I, however, did master the alphabet of the Arabs." Kelydon shrugs, "Perhaps with time I might accomplish more."
Ambrosius spoke next. "Sodale, welcome to Mons Obscurus. I'm very sorry that I have not taken the opportunity to meet you earlier. I myself have just....ah...returned from a rather lengthy stay elsewhere, and was recovering in my sanctum and catching up with my brother." He paused, looking over the Bonisagus. "As you know, my friend, there is much, um, involved in being a member of a covenant, including a season of service. There may come a time where that season involves rough travel or physical combat amongst the grogs. How do you feel you would faire should you be called upon for such situations?"
Kelydon answers after considering for a few seconds,"I do not like rough travel, but I can handle it if necessary. As far as combat goes, discourse is my favored method of dealing with problems. I do have certain options at my disposal, however. Have any of you heard of the Pilum of Fire? It is quite an effective deterent to most aggression, quite a permanent deterent actually." As Kelydon mentioned the Pilum he feigned throwing one at the wall and made an exagerated gesture of explosion. "No matter what, I will stand by my Sodales and the Order."
Ambrosius nodded, satisfied.
"You may have already heard from your sponsor, Bedo," put in Mnemosyne. "If we choose to allow your petition and admit you as a provisional member of Mons Obscurus, you will be required to perform a season of service for the Covenant. The Council will decide the details of this service, but I wonder if you have some suggestion as to what you feel would be of particular benefit?"
Kelydon seemed prepared for this question and answered in a thought out fashion.
"I must admit Maga Mnemosyne that I am somewhat at a loss for what your Covenant needs. I would assume that Vis would be an ever needed commodity. I would offer to search out new vis sources for a season, either renewing or transitory. I could also pen a tractacus on Magic Theory, Vim or Ignem. My writings on the Arts would be of a Primer quality, I must humbly admit. I could also search for resources of a more mundane quality or for more personel. In any case I would try to do the assembly proud."
==Deliberations==
"Now, sodales mei, we must consider these petitions," said Marcus.
"Before we debate the merits of the petitions, Marcus," Mnemosyne cut in apologetically. "I would like to ask you a question, as Princeps, if I may?"
"Of course," said Marcus.
"We are a spring covenant and our resources are limited. I am afraid I have only paid cursory attention to our finances and have left that in your hands, so I would just like to confirm that we are in a position to accept additional members. And if so, are we in a position to accept both, or simply one. If we have to choose between the two, then it gives the discussion a different light." Mnemosyne looked around quickly at the others and gave rueful smile, as if to apologise for the query.
A note about resources: The accounts of the covenant are presented to the Princeps, and being of such import to the magi, are no doubt reported and discussed in council as well, unless the Princeps wishes otherwise.
Over the past year you have paid for the things you needed without cutting costs or being extravagant, and have even managed to save a little. In the coming year, you will have differing expenses, both in terms of one off purchases, but also in terms of the covenant population, laboratories, etc. Merely using your labs more will have a quite noticeable affect on your funds.
"A valid consideration." Marcus pondered for a moment. "The cost of feeding another two, ah, three mouths with the addition of Caprice's shield grog, is not significant. We are already providing for forty or so, a few more is not a problem. However, the cost of outfitting and maintaining two more labs, as well as the effort on the part of our current members to construct them is significant. I think that it can be borne if we decide that these two members would be an asset to the Covenant in other ways."
Longinus leaned forward. "Ahh, if I may, if cost is a significant consideration then it behooves me to point out that I have still not set up my own lab, nor have we set up any guest labs. So cost wise, with two new magi, we would be looking at outfitting and maintaining at least three more labs, eventually at least four more, not just two. However I'm not sure that much would be required in the way of effort from our current members to construct these labs."
"The mere physical structure is only part of the cost of the laboratory, as I'm sure you know," said Marcus. "I agree, the construction, as has been shown by the speed with which we have built here shows, is not a large consideration - although it is a consideration since it does depend on the benevolence of our Rego specialists and the like. The costs of paper, glassware, equipment, lighting and so on, however, are significant and ongoing. As I say, though, I think that they can be borne - if we decide that either or both are a boon to our merry throng."
Mnemosyne nodded, satisfied with the answer to her question. She sat back in her high backed chair and looked around at her fellow magi, interested to see what comments would be offered. Her fingers idly worked the carved knots of her wand-like sigil as she did, a habit she had begun to develop during Council.
Phaedrus raised his hand, to address the Council. "I would hesitate to decide the future of our sodales when we have only known them for a few days. Let us invite them as guests for the coming season or two, to give them a chance to show their good or bad sides, before we decide on their respective futures."
Longinus leaned forward signifying he had something to add. "An excellent idea sodales. It seems both have skills to offer that may be of use to us. But the Maga already gives me cause to wonder." He paused, cocked his head and smiled distantly. "Why did she, or her master, give her the name Caprice?Since we're talking in Latin, a name like Caprice wouldn't translate. Marcus has been pronouncing it "Caprikay", the Latinate prononciation. Because I'm a geek, I actually did a cursory check of the etymology. It looks like Caprice comes from the Italian -- around 1600, from a root meaning, perhaps, a head bristling with hair. For our purposes, someone versed in Italian can explain it to him:-)" He straightened his posture again, wiggling his backside into a comfortable position on the soft stone seat he customarily used.
"Is the name significant?" asked Marcus.
"An interesting point," Mnemosyne agreed. "It could have some other meaning in Italian possibly." She shrugged and turned to the Ex Miscelleneus. "Just to be sure I understand you correctly, Phaedrus. You are suggesting that you are opposed to either of these two becoming any sort of member, at this time. Rather, they should stay here as guests and be fed and housed, somewhat inadequately I would point out as our guest accommodations are not currently designed for long term use, and without access to the library, a laboratory, a sanctum or in fact much that would be of use to them or indeed much which would make them useful to us. And you are suggesting that we suggest that that should exist in this state of affairs for as long as the next six months? Is this what you are suggesting, or have I misunderstood you?"
"We could invite them to guest with us until the solstice," offered Marcus. "Or even the Equinox. Although, by the Equinox travel may be getting difficult and we would also be leaving them with no answer for quite a while. Would we offer them access to laboratories or the library while they guest with us?" 
"Would you care to comment Phaedrus?" Marcus continues.
Leaning forward to answer Phaedrus replies, "You sum up my sentiments rather well Marcus. I would not care to invite someone I have just met to live in my house, and first impressions is not always accurate. We might not have that much facilities here yet but we lived simpler for the first six months and we do have a useful library and a rather good scriptorium so I think we will not need to ask them to sit here cooling their heels waiting for us to decide. Rather we should look at, and treat, them as allies that have come to visit for a while." 
After a short pause Phaedrus continues, "To answer your other question Mnemosyne, no I do not intend to vote against them out of hand if we should vote about it right now, that is exactly the thing I am trying to avoid." With a nod to Marcus indicating he is done Phaedrus leans back in his chair.
"I'm not sure we can avoid the issue," Mnemosyne mused. "A request has been put before us in accordance with the Charter. Thus we must address it. If we choose to reject their petitions, then other options are then open for exploration."
Marcus considered a moment. 
"That obviously applies especially for Caprice since she not only chose to introduce herself with a poorly conceived piece of mockery, but refused to apologize for the insult and the difficulty it caused. Her letter clearly implied that an imposter would come, causing me some concern about the safety of this covenant. And her avowal that she has 'a complusion' toward this could endanger us again - Bishops and Lords take japery very ill. But," his natural optimism reasserted herself, "I'm sure we can explain to her the impropriety of her actions, and explain that she must not perform her pranks on the mundanes around us and who are so crucial to our survival, nor on her sodales and Covenanters."
"Sodales," Ambrosius said, "as it has been said, we are a spring covenant, and this is the....ah...first test of several sections of our charter. To suggest that they 'visit' first is simply a method of lengthening the provisional status while providing them even less rights or responsibility." He shook his head firmly. "I say nay. We either trust in our previous wisdom as lain out in the charter to which we have all affixed our names," he looked around the room pointedly, "or we throw it back into the heat of the forge and reform it."
Marcus nodded. "Very true, sodalis. I am justly chastised. I find your argument compelling. Is there further debate, or shall I call the question?"
"If you don't mind, Princeps," Mnemosyne responded. "I'd like to hear everyone's opinion of the two supplicants - even if it's just that they don't have much of one. Of course, the decision is up to you."
"As you wish. I shall even go first. Concerning Kelydon: he seems to be bright, amiable and interested in the school. All good things in my opinion. Concerning Caprice: more problematical. Bright certainly, but there is something in her character which could make life ... uncomfortable. But she, too, seems eager. Rather more mixed than Kelydon. I will reiterate my concern about her relationship with the locals. Eirlys got us off on the wrong hoof with many of them. I would hate to have Caprice take us back on that dark road. Mundanes might not appreciate her sense of humour."
Ambrosius indicated with a raise of his hand a desire to speak next. "I would caution that we not be too harsh in our memories of the Maga Eirlys. Though she allowed her emotions to drive her actions more often than maturity dictated wise, she would have been an interesting addition to the covenant. I can't help but to sense, though, that she was controlled by a darker power, though..." the mage visibly shivered. "Nevertheless, I do not think she was terribly far off of compatibility - she just needed a bit of tempering.
"I sense the same in this maga, Caprice ex Jerbiton. I agree that she walks a narrow edge between helpful and harmful, but I believe that she has potential to be both a valuable asset to the covenant, and a good friend to its members. Of course, if I am wrong, then we shall all bear the brunt of my mistake, so I cannot hold any apart for a differing of opinion."
"Where the maga seems to be an unruly campfire, threatening to either save or consume those around it, Kelydon ex Bonisagus seems to a torch in a sconce. He seems to have a fire, yes, but it is small and comparatively dim. He seems dedicated to a particular mindset, perhaps even an entire world-view. I am concerned that he may break rather than bend when the wind howls." The magus paused in his thoughts a moment. "That said, I believe he stands to be a superb 
addition - a rock of strength to Caprice's roaring flame."''
When Ambrosius has finished Phaedrus raises his hand to speak, "My thoughts about the two parallel yours, but I must disagree with your sentiments about the charter I had never thought we would invite perfect strangers into our council. If we agree to accept them as provisional members that means that we intend to accept them as full members in a few years and both we and they will spend a lot of effort under that assumption, effort that will be mostly wasted for their part and at least partly wasted for our. Anyway I think Kelydon will strengthen us in what is my main ambition for our covenant the library, both mundane and magic. Caprice on the other hand has good potential for keeping us all from getting to set in our ways to consider new ways to prosper or see new threats, but she also has potential to make a lot of trouble."
"I think these are good points," Mnemosyne agreed. "I will add my own observations and thoughts to the table, for what they are worth." Her wand shaped sigil slapped into the palm of her left hand as she gathered her thoughts.
"Caprice appears to have a strength of character which could either be significant asset for a spring covenant, or could create problems for us - not so much with the mundanes, but here in Council and with potentially clashing motivations. However, I see a fire in her which I find interesting. She seems to present herself with no apologies and thus allows us to see her as she is, with flaws as well positive traits. While the flaws may speak against her, her honesty and willingness to address them speaks for her. Also, while there is a certain superficial resemblance to certain aspects of Eirlys, I think it unfair to prejudge her on the actions of another. Clearly, if we were to accept her, it is something which we should keep a watchful eye over, but I would like to believe that there is a fundamentally different person in Caprice. Her answers to the questions we posed her seemed to be direct and unabridged, but I sense there is certain quality to her still which we have only seen a glimpse. Perhaps dangerous, perhaps of great asset, but undoubtedly interesting." Mnemosyne shrugged, as if to say that she still had not made up her mind.
"On the subject of Kelydon," she went on. "I see a far less controversial issue. There seems to be little to stand against him. However, there seems to be little to particularly stand for either him. To be sure he seems to be just as competent magus as any member of the Order, fresh from apprenticeship - perhaps in some areas all the more so. His skills, if truthfully described would no doubt be an asset to us. However, I see little of any real interest in his character. To me, he has the seeming of someone overly eager to please and to lay on smooth words where perhaps none are required. I would not say he is oily, but perhaps rather obsequious. This could quite easily be a natural product of the situation, after all surely he wishes us to like him, so as to become one of us. Perhaps when I have the chance to get to know him better outside of these rather artificial surroundings, I will change my mind and regret my words. In any case, this is simply a feeling of mine, and weighed against the more measurable reasons to grant him provisional membership, they are perhaps not at all solid." She signaled the end of her musings with a cutting motion of her sigil and looked to Bedo and Longinus to see what they would add.
Longinus leaned forward in turn to give his opinion. "I would first like to address one of Phaedrus' points." He inclined his head. "I suppose it is inevitable that each individual should have a slightly different understanding of different terms, so this is neither a criticism nor a statement of fact, just one of my own personal understanding. Regarding the term 'Provisional Membership' it is my view that Provisional Membership is most definitely not a guarantee for full membership. It is, in my view, a form of limited duration trial which must be passed successfully before full membership comes. With this in mind, the Provisional Membership is exactly designed for the situation we are in now. We have candidates for full membership but we need time to develop our relationships with them and gain a better understanding of their strengths, weaknesses and personalities. At the end of the provisional membership term, two years if I recall correctly, we would then have a better understanding of the candidates and whether they would be suitable as full members." He paused for a moment. "Bearing that in mind, although I have both hopes and reservations about both of our applicants, I can see no reason strong enough to deny them Provisional Membership at this time."
He began to lean back as though he was finished, but stopped and leaned forward again, shoulders hunched, looking straight forward at the table top. "I confess, it also occurs to me that should either candidate be found unsuitable after two years, we may also find we have our first visitor lab completed..." His smile was distinctly embarrased. " Ahhh, not, of course, that that should have any bearing on our decision making. I uhh... ummm... yes." 
He almost fell in his haste to lean back in his seat in let another talk.
Bedo had been listening quietly through the discussion, and his reply was short. "My views are, in this case, similar to those of Mnemosyne. I have proposed Kelydon, and he has said nothing to make me change my mind. I do not see Caprice as a similar danger to Eirlys, so I shall also support her application"
==Decision==
"Sodales," Marcus stood, his resonant voice rolling out sonorously over the table. "We have discussed the candidates, and our charter. The latter we may revisit later if need be. For the former, though, we must now make a decision. Based on the discussion, I will put the questions thusly. Sodales, shall we invite Kelydon filius Belidonis ex Bonisago to join us as a Provisional Member of Mons Obscurus? The vote required is a Greater Vote, thus four 'aye's shall carry the motion. Bedo, your vote?"
"As stated, Aye"
"Thank you," said Marcus. "Ambrosius, your vote?" 
Ambrosius slid his sigil toward the center of the table. "I vote aye."
Marcus nodded, "Longinus, your vote?"
Longinus inclined his head as he spoke "aye."
Marcus nodded again, "Phaedrus, your vote?"
Looking up at Marcus Phaedrus says, "aye."
"Mnemosyne, your vote?" Marcus asked.
The Maga raised her sigil in assent. "Aye."
"I shall cast my vote in favor, as well," said Marcus. "Thus Kelydon is made a provisional member, unanimously. On to the next motion," said Marcus. "Sodales, shall we invite Caprice filia Arcturi, sectator Jerbitonis to join us as a Provisional Member of Mons Obscurus? Ambrosius, your vote?"
Having retrieved his sigil, Ambrosius once again slid it toward the center of the table. "I vote aye."
Marcus turned in his chair a bit. "Longinus, your vote?"
Longinus inclined his head again as he spoke "aye."
"Thank you," said Marcus. "Phaedrus, your vote?"
Looking up at Marcus, Phaedrus says, "aye."
"Bedo, your vote?" Marcus asked. 
"Again, Aye"
Marcus turned to face Mnemosyne, "Mnemosyne, your vote?"
"Aye," she said, signaling her agreement with a wave of her wand-like sigil.
"Then, let me make it unanimous," said Marcus. "Caprice, too, will join us as a provisional member. Is there aught to add before we inform our new colleagues?"
If there is we can do it here. Eventually, though ... 
Marcus opened the door to where the newcomers waited. "Kelydon, Caprice - if you would join us? A decision has been reached." Marcus returned to his seat. After the two had come in and taken station before the council table, Marcus spoke again. "Sodales, it is my very great pleasure to welcome you both to the Covenant of Mons Obscurus as Provisional Members. The vote in both cases, was unanimous. I advise you to consult the charter and familiarize yourselves with the rights and responsibilites of that membership. We will also talk with our steward and arrange lodgings and laboratories as soon as possible. Welcome."
Mnemosyne added her formal welcome and congratulations for the pair to Marcus'. This done, she returned swiftly to business. "You will need to sign the Charter as provisional members, of course, before this decision comes into effect. I will be happy to point out the sections which detail your requirements and obligations as Provisional Members, as well as your rights and privileges, or answer any questions you may have about the Charter." Mnemosyne produced the Covenant Charter from its protective scroll case and unfurled it in full, an impressive length, for the two magi. Quill and ink were produced for when they were ready to sign.
Signing the Charter under Proivisional Members, then Mnemosyne will suggest a vote on the joining services for the two magi. If we want to move this offstage, with the main action over, you can find the vote here.