Sitting around a polished oaken table, an assortment of well-dressed individuals act locked in place upon simple chairs. Only when one shadowy figure emerged into dim lamplight do the other figures seem to respond. A woman clad in red finery more suited to a special gathering or wedding emerges forward, the wrinkles on her face accentuated through her sneering expression.
“I’ve long awaited this gathering here. Influences of the supernatural want to have their way with the villages, precious cities, establishments of higher learning. Such things are abominations that attack Reason itself. Despite my origins elsewhere, you know my dedication to Lamordia. My aspirations of Ludendorf Academy of Science cannot occur without your aid, even with its rivals. While nestled in a quiet land, the school would bring enlightenment to those who seek it.”
She glances around, none of the other members of this meeting look in particular disagreement or contradiction. One figure arises to meet her gaze, raising from his chair. His garb is far less ornate, but still of quality and professionalism.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Natalya Bogdanoff, former headmistress of Kantora University. Fear not L’Académie des Sciences of Dementlieu either. We are researching them as we speak… But, where are my manners? We welcome you to our organization and acknowledge your concerns wholeheartedly. You are a friend here in Lamordia, and a friend of the Syndicate of Enlightened Citizens. The Academy has had our backing since its announcement. Should you be concerned about suspicious influences among staff and students, say no more. We’re happy to provide you assistance. And everyone else in attendance, let us please applaud our newest member. No longer are you merely a guest of honor.”
The gathered company arise to clap for Natalya, who clasps her hands and twists her face into a devilish smirk. After an appreciative nod, everyone returns to their seats. Natalya unveils documents from a case, one of which entailing plans for the Academy of Science. Passing the documents around, the members of the syndicate nod and chatter with each other in excitement. As the papers make their way back to their owner, the mood turns from welcoming excitement to a sinister cabal of shadowy plots.
Author’s Note: 4 posts in a row? I guess my disappointment and frustration is a good motivator after all. Not a long-term one, but I’ve certainly felt pretty damn creative. But in all seriousness, I’ve been more motivated to read the books I do like and it has inspired me. Also, let me bring in some more Dawnsveil content from my prior DM’s Guild version. And on a final note, let’s explore some of the motivations behind past weirdness, shall we?