Okay, first things first. This thread does take place in Eselbrador, but it is not canon. What I mean is, the events of this thread do not affect the overarching history of either our characters or our world. I'm making it this way because Pen has a massive phobia of leaving the palace complex, and would therefore be unable to take the class on fieldtrips and such otherwise, and because none of you, right now, know what you're doing with magic, or at least you have little training, so I'm hoping to see some city sized craters people! So with that out of the way now, I'd like you all to sit down, shut up, spit out that gum, and pay attention. Class is in session, b*tch.
Pentus shoved his way through the bustling market place. He'd arranged to use the small stage next to the fish seller's stall but was having a Hell of a time getting there through the thronging masses of shoppers and hokkers. Well, not exactly arranged. More like he'd forged the king's signature on a fake decree and demanded its use.
Another few minutes of wading through the crowd, smacking a path out of them with his staff, and he finally reached the plain, wooden stage, usually reserved for, well, bards, but they were usually singing something when they used it. Today, Pen had something different in mind. Grabbing the edge of the stage at about shoulder height he heaved himself up, ignoring the stairs a few yards to his left. He dusted himself off as a few people paused their bustle to glance curiously at the new development, and stopped to watch. He stood up straight and planted his staff firmly on the wooden planks of the stage.
He was wearing his usual semi-limp brown leather hat, the wide brim sagging slightly over either ear, but from there down he looked almost… respectable. He really only had one or two items of clothing on besides the hat. A long, blue robe with huge cuffs on the arms and violet lining on the edges covered his arms, legs, and torso, while some soft leather shoes covered his feet, and had in turn gotten covered in black mud from the walk from the palace. In retrospect such fine clothes had been a poor choice, but none-the-less, he was here now, and folks were starting to notice.
To grab their attention he put on his most dashing smile and cast a quick voice enhancing spell on his throat, calling out, "Gather round people! Gather round! Pentus is the name, and while music is officially the game, I'm actually here to teach you something." Some people in the crowd frowned, confused as to why the bard wasn't singing yet, and several of them lost interest and left. "Ingrates," The bard muttered under his breath, then continued, "Yes folks, I have come today to expand your minds, but it's not going to be like the school you've heard about, or anything you've ever learned before. Today, I'm going to teach you about..." Wait for it... "Magic!"