Potential Science Convention

[kuroi13 67]

*A scroll of a thick gauge is pinned up on one of the many pillars in the Cloud Sanctuary. Carefully written black script covers the upper half of the announcement in crisp, straight lines.*

To any interested scientists or scholars,

My associate Lucion Sullas and I intend on planning a grand science convention as a way to bring together fellow scientists and scholars. The convention will likely be held in the Silver City, however, we have yet to decide on a date. For organizational purposes, we would appreciate if any folks interested in attending would please sign below or send a bird to Lucion Sullas ((Mithradites)) or myself ((kuroi13)) with the following information: name, field of expertise, and if you would be interested in lecturing during the convention--which is entirely optional. We intend on hosting a lecture hall, among other activities, for folks to share about their discoveries, studies, or simply their field of expertise.

-Averroa Dewhurst

*A Roman numeral one is written below the tightly-written signature, it seems to be the beginnings of a list.*

*The announcement seems to have been replaced by a newer one...*

[Korvic 930]

-Ovrid Stoneback grumbles as he sees the note.-

"Anotha way fer people ta steal otha's ideas. An' bein' 'eld in ta silva citeh? When Autumn went thar' dey weren't dat nice ta 'er. I dun think su."

-Turns to walk away.-

((BTW, the way this is setup, if your character is nearby and wants to stop him you may. ^_^))

[kuroi13 67]

*Sitting under a nearby tree, Averroa pokes her nose out of her book as she notices the dwarf grumbling and walking away from the notice she had recently posted. Her curiosity piqued, she follows him for a bit before quietly tapping his shoulder. The little halfling looks up a bit nervously...*

Ah.. e-excuse me sah, I 'eard ye grumblin' a bit when ye were readin' tha notice I put up a lil whiles ago an' I can see why ye wouldn't want t' come... b-but I don' run inta scientist-folk very often--unless I be in 'aelun'or--so I'd really 'ppreciate et if ye did. I can see ye 'ave yer reservations, but I'd like t' say tha' while them 'igh elves might be a touch snobby, they usually seem t' look fondly upon intelligent folk--like yerself if ye say ye 'ave idears worth a'stealin'. I woul' like t' say tha' folks are always welcome t' come an' not share--'eck we migh' jus' end up drinkin' tha night away--bu' I was 'opin' tha' we might be able t' finally form a lil science community through this...

[Korvic 930]

-Ovrid looks down at the halfling, his stern face keeping still, his thick brows hanging down showing boredom. He grumbles again after the halfling finishes talking.-

"An' what do ye need fer yer speakers exactlay?"

-Ovrid continues to look down sternly, pondering if he should actually go or not.-

[kuroi13 67]

*Averroa looks up with a touch more courage than before, her stuttering slowing to a halt. She speaks with a bit of uncertainty but maintains eye-contact with the dwarf.*

Well, we're still in tha plannin' stages, but lecturin' be optional only. It mostly be fer scientist-folk t' raise their prestige, if they like, an' share their accomplishments. I'm thinkin' o' invitin' nation officials so tha' they can pick an' choose scientists they'd like t' sponsor... 'owe'er... there still be a good deal o' plannin' a'ead so most all the plans be tentative. 'opefully this convention will 'elp spark more cross-pollination between tha' different research fields an' 'elp lead t' new discoveries an' the like.

[Korvic 930]

-Ovrid rolls his eyes slightly with a sigh.-

"Let meh re-say dis den. What would ye laik ta see spoken 'bout?"

-Ovrid looks down at him, a bit less bored look on his face, however the sternness of his entire face is still stiff as a board.-

[kuroi13 67]

*Feeling more comfortable with this dwarf--despite his intensely stern face--Averroa begins again, her confidence rising.*

Wha' I'd like folks t' speak 'bout? It's really up t' whoe'er volunteers I s'ppose. Woul' like t' 'ave at least one speaker from each field, if possible. If more than one folk from a field volunteers t' speak, we migh' 'old a little contest t' pick the most outstanding research from the group. Again, all plans be tentative.

[Korvic 930]

-Ovrid sighs.-

"I need specifics. Who do ye 'ave alreadeh? What are tha differen' 'fields' that yer wantin' ta 'ave and such. If ye don' 'ave anythin' decided, why ye be postin' up banners for dis?"

-Ovrid seems to have furrowed his brows slightly, they don't look angry, but more annoyed than anything.-

[kuroi13 67]

Well, if we don' know 'ow many could show up, 'ow are we goin' t' plan anythin'? Food? Seating? Location? Activity slots? I can try me best as guessin', but 'avin' an idea who coul' show up woul' be mighty 'elpful. And as ye can see by the banner, no one has volunteered or even displayed any sort o' interest in this convention. 'scuse me fer not 'avin' e'rythin' planned all perfectly out, but there not be much I can do if I don' know what t' plan fer.

As far as fields go... I was 'opin' t' see what folks could bring t' the table. Seein' as I 'aven't 'eard of any standardized science fields as o' yet, I wouldn't want t' exclude anyone who'd be interested.

*Averroa sighs. She seems a touch disgruntled by the whole situation.*

[Korvic 930]

-Ovrid sighs.-

"Surreh, Am jus' not tha kind ta go aroun' yellin' 'bout the things am doin'."

-Ovrid walks back over to the paper, pulling out a small quill from a breastpocket, and a capped ink jar out of his side pocket. He uncaps it with a "Pop" and dabs the quill in it. He begins to sign in the "I." spot. If you go to read it, it reads as follows.-

"I. Ovrid Stoneback - Redstone"

"Thar we gu. Surreh again, didn' mean ta make su much truble."

-Ovrid speaks towards the paper, assuming the halfling is still listening.-

[kuroi13 67]

*Relaxing a bit, Averroa nods understandably at the dwarf's concerns.*

Not a pro'lem sah, I can understand why ye'd not want t' share yer trade secrets.

*She looks to the banner, a little pleased.*

Pleasure t' make yer acquaintance though, I look forward t' seein' ye at the convention!

[Lynesse {Celia/Jazzy} 398]

~~ A fine reply is left on the note ~~

Ardene Telrunya, Mali'ahreal, Geologist.

I am interested in lecturing about my theory on creation of hard obsidian.

[Lexperiments 18]

Lex'Lur looks at the note, and thinks for a moment. He'd always been interested in science, and why not spread a little knowledge of the Spirits around?

II. Lex'Lur-- Magical Science-- The Spirits

[Dio Astóre 69]

A smile crossed Dio's face upon learning of the convention. Paradoxical was the feeling arisen from considering that few would likely attend, though what history proved mitigated most doubts. The smile still stayed as the Maheral wrote the letter that he'd have Lucion deliver to his associate.

It is with confidence and enthusiasm that I offer my unreserved support of the proposed gathering of the minds both critical and considerative. Haelun'or will receive them and play host as they share in their commonalities and find enlightenment in their differences. Those relaying their intent to attend shall be catered to with deserving thoughtfulness.

In fulfilling the request of the Lady Dewhurst: Dio Astóre informs her of his interest to address the collective for a time, however is unable to name a singular field that the discourse will pertain to.

The envelope bears a seal depicting an hourglass and the letter inside is signed with a large, elaborately scribed letter 'D'.

[Izo (charles/Sealhorn) 16]

Iosanguin grimaces slightly at the idea of such a long journey, but the meeting of other people of reason and intellect is too much to pass up, not to mention a chance to see his home city once more

hurriedly written on a fine square of paper:

Iosanguin, Medical-Biology and Bio-Mechanics

I'd be interested in speaking on the newly developed concept of prosthetics