>>5897407>>5897425>>5897428>>5897510>>5897575>>5897600>>5897662>>5897802>Go harder on stoking division among the iudices.>All fields of study must start somewhere! Not all grand breakthroughs were made in the towers of archmagi, and tossing Lady de Hautdesert's experiments out as a simple student's folly is shutting down a whole new avenue of magical innovation! Does that spit in the face of what places for magical study stand for?You see an opportunity and glom onto it, a thin air of tension around the jurors now. “All fields of study must start somewhere!” You proffer as you snatch back their attention. “Not all grand breakthroughs were made in the towers of archmagi, and tossing Lady de Hautdesert's experiments out as a simple student's folly is shutting down a whole new avenue of magical innovation! Does that spit in the face of what places for magical study stand for?”
“Hmph. Well said, jester. Even evocation–the most common and acceptable of magicks today–was once grounds for execution among the common folk. We cannot hope to beat the threat of machinery if we cling to tradition and practice like dogma.” Erasmus continues to run his wand through his beard as one would a comb (is that safe?). “I suppose you’re not all bad jokes.”
The old man raises his gavel. “Erasmus–” Morgan begins, but the magical clatter of hammer against desk drowns her out.
“I vote not to disinherit Sigrid de Hautdesert from Saint August’s Conservatory.” The wizard enunciates his words as he would a spell. “I do not believe there is a future for magic if we continue to quash new avenues for innovation–even should the laws of the land forbid their practice.”
“A foolish decision.” Anurak kneads a wet brow. “I say that as a friend, Erasmus.”
“I vote not to disinherit the half-foot, so long as it makes the elf mad.” Sigismund slams his gavel in turn after the wizard.
“Sigismund!” The elf hisses through her teeth, the dwarf’s wish made reality. “This is serious..! The king will have our heads for this! You can’t–.. ugh. Angrboda? Angrboda!”
“Uh-yh–.. Wha..?” The gnome mother says her first words of the trial, head popping up from her chest and wiping the drool from her mouth. “Yes..? Yes?”
“Have you been sleeping through all this? Ugh.” Morgan looks exhausted. “Look. Just vote to disinherit the half-foot.”
With Anurak, Balthazar, and Morgan against your master, and THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, Erasmus, and Sigismund for her, it seems the deciding vote comes down to Angrboda–and unlike the others, you’ve no read on her.
>Make a plea toward Angrboda.>Cast a spell!>Make a plea for one of the iudices to turn around their vote. [Write-In.]>[Write-In.] 