1 Templar Knight guards leaves, following Oswyn.

1 Templar Knight guards arrives, following Oswyn.

Oswyn drops FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY KEEP IT AS IC AS POSSIBLE.

A few more scholars than usual are in the Hall of Tutelage, grazing the offerings from Teaology instead of, say, buying them themselves. Free food and drink are always a siren call, especially to students. Archscholar Oswyn has set up at one of the desks and is leaning back against it, hands curled around a cup of tea.

Winter, A Highhill Puppy, Angeline arrive, following Kiera.

Raven is settled nearby, making sure to position herself opposite of the Archscholar's Templar. Totally here as a scholar. Really. Nevermind the weaponry and lack of books, she's just another eager mindready to hear the brainfruit of her peers.

Kiera enters quietly, finding an empty seat at which to put her supplies and settle

Eirene is lounging by herself, nursing a flask, and listening to what people have to say.

Oswyn squints at those assembled; he looks to his templar, who nods to him. Oswyn straightens up and clears his throat. "Good morning, everyone. I've called a meeting today for us to talk about research --- if there are any topics you're interested in or if you'd like some help researching something. Is anyone poking at anything in particular?"

Griffin was here, trying to be a good Scholar after his period of 'not'. So far he hadn't figured out what to study, unless you called his papers studying. So far even those didn't qualify, unless you called looking over them and scratching his head. That he had done a lot of, perhaps for a week or two. Other than that, not much had been done.

Captain Curls, an attentive, ebony guard poodle, Aspira arrive, following Quenia.

Raven scans the group gathered. Knowing Raven she's got several topics of research but she remains quiet for know, letting those who're actually scholars speak first.

Eirene hums at the question. "Well, I've been looking into ancient jewelry and gems. The so called Black Diamonds, dragonsweep, weird rocks - that kind of thing. I know the topic can be dangerous, though."

Kiera hms softly " I always am studying something in a way that's seemingly endless. My problem is sticking to a topic. when researching one, something else catches my interest. Thusif anyone has any. There are several of that type of thing. I was trying to figure out relationships among them She says to eirene. i've something on the origin of dragonsweep if anyone needs

Oswyn reaches up to rub his bearded chin. "I don't know much about ancient jewelry or gems. Just that dragonweep is said to be the tears of dragons, which I suppose I could just ask someone at the Cardian Embassy about for veracity. Black diamonds... more dangerous, definitely, given they were used by, uh, Diamond. And that there are a number of cursed items with black diamonds." While he's replying to Eirene, he's addressing the group as a whole. He probably suspects Eirene knows what she's looking into.

Eirene says, "Dragons. Crying. Part of their soul." She nods at Kiera. "And I know it's a soul fragment, yeah. I probably know the basics probably about them but not specifics."

The trek through the snow was a long one, with it swirling all over the place and obscuring vision and what not, however the Marquessa has made it. Whomever leaves first will see her large pile of furs drying off in the rooms beyond, which she shed before coming into the tutelage hall itself. She takes a moment to get acclimated with the topic at hand before adding in her own research. "I've been looking into everything Nefer'khat, Venandi, Prima, Primasen, and the Flameblooded. I've run out of topics there, so now I'm looking into the Primal Spirits themselves." Quenia has been rather busy researching all the things related to that topic, apparently.

Raven looks at the dragonweek on her finger and frowns, looking distinctly freaked out, "You're not coming across anything in Draconic, are you, Lady Eirene?"

Oswyn has one long sip of tea before putting it down and picking up his papers. He starts going through them, nimble fingers working quickly, sorting. "Let's see... cursed items, yes. Marach of Velenosa, black diamond ring," he murmurs. He steps away from the desk he's been propping himself up on and walks to Eirene, tugging a few of the papers out of the stack.

Eirene shakes her head at Raven. "No, nothing in that language. I mean," she snorts, "I couldn't fucking tell you what it looks like to begin with so I ASSUME I haven't gotten to anything in Draconic." She takes the paperwork from Oswyn and nods as she starts to read the dossier.

Kiera hms "I've run circles on different stones. I came across something called griefstone which i posited was currupted dragonweep. sorrel since corrected me but i'll share the note (context for 666)

"I kind of want to learn Draconic one day. And I've never heard of griefstone," Oswyn admits. "What is it?"

Raven looks to Oswyn, "It's a naughty language. Forbidden even." She warns.

Eirene answers Quenia's statement with, "I can say I know Jack-all about those topics save very broad knowledge."

"It's nau... Why forbidden?" Oswyn asks Raven, considerable brows lofting. He glances at Quenia, then pokes back into his papers, rifling through them. "Have you spoken to Lord Titus? He knows some tales from the Khati. He told me one about Destiny, once."

Kiera hms "It was given to survivors of the tor southport war apparently to ease grief but ended up draining recipients of the ability to feel. sounds suspiciously abyssal

Tarik peers through his notes and sighs, "Sorry, I haven't heard antyhing about dragonnsweep. Tarik flips through his notepad again, "I don't think ancient jewelry comes up in my research, but let me check again.

That wakes Griffin up. Or gets his attention.

Eirene sits up bolt upright. "Wait, WHAT? I fought in that fucking war. Why didn't I hear about this?!" She looks very disturbed. And she must have been very young OR she lies about her age. Or both.

Raven shrugs and confesses, "I don't know I just know being told more than once a few years back that it's the sort of knowledge that could get one killed and /definitely/ never, ever, ever, speak it to a dragon-oooooor in front of them. I don't know why that is." she eyes Eirene, "Know what, my lady? I've a stack of notes I got incidentally looking for other things. How they've dizzying number of Primasens, mostly broken into three different groups they call Nefa. It's really just organized by bloodlines and such back to Primordia?" She glances towars Oswyn as if he can verify or not and looks back to Eirene, "There's a whole different hierachy for oursiders but I think bloodlines are all materinal, so it's just...society tied back to the original bloodline. Is there something specific you're looking for, Lady Eierene?"

Kiera grins "Speaking of primal things. draconic is a primal language. my understanding is that it can have power, which we've lost how to use largely an is even more dangerous than my trying to use a sword. also, cardians freak if noncardians let on they understand

Captain Curls, an attentive, ebony guard poodle, Aspira leave, following Quenia.

Raven says, "And since they shapeshift and mingle with humans not infrequently-or at least once upon a time...yeah. Just. I know someone who might be willing to teach it but definitely do not get caught speaking it if you learn it."

Eirene looks very upset. "Fucking. Lucien." She stands abruptly. "I can't talk about the war but it was a fucking farce. An evil, fucking, corpses stacked ontop of corpses war with wave upon wave of pain." She shakes her head at Raven, "I don't need anything more specific than what I have now. More bloody abyssal magic eating away at the souls of my friends and comrades in arms." She looks like she's about to spit.

Eirene is clearly sidetracked by Kiera's story about then griefstone.

Oswyn very carefully eases the papers he let Eirene see back into his pile. "Nefer'khat and Primordia and Prima... specific to a type of animal or an aspect of nature or a fantastical beast, right," he tells Raven.

Griffin is quiet as he listens.

"I am looking into Noxalfar, the Reckoning, and stars or nothern lights?" Tarik puts down his notes, "Oh, and primal spirits or FIrst children would be nice, but it is not really necessary." Tarik flips through his pages again and sighs, "I am not really organize, but I can here and there with some odd stuff.

Eirene stalks put, clearly upset by this news. It looks like old memories are haunting her.

Carissa, a Southport bodyguard, Planchet the Lycene maggiordome leave, following Eirene.

Oswyn winces as Eirene leaves; he gives Tarik a squint. "That seems like a number of very broad subjects. Can you narrow it down at all?"

Raven lifts an eyebrow Tarik, "Pick one. Anyone one of those things could fill a bookshelf."

Kiera hms "I'd be interested in hearing what marquessa quenia's distinction between primal spirits and nefer'khet are. my understanding is that at least some of the first were the latter

Raven:tilts her head, "Sounds like you need to follow up with her what she meant, my lady. We weren't given briefings on ther thoughts and We don't have any better guesses than you might. If you want futher knowledge, start with her. If you have spcific questions that aren't related to another's thesis we can try to help you sort it out. Or Perhaps you should speak with Lord Titus. I summed up what I knew on the topic already, I'm afraid."

"The nature spirits, maybe," Oswyn tells Kiera, wincing a bit again. "Spirits being something I am rather unqualified to speculate about. I don't think I have anything helpful to add here."

Tarik pers up from his notes, "Well, I think northern lights is very limited in scope. I haven't come a lot on information about that subject. I am trying to narrow down the Nox'alfar activities slightly before and the beginning of the Reckoning." Tarik shifts the papers around a answers Kiera, "Nefer'khat is a place. There are what some call the Primal Spirts are the spirit founders of some of primasens in Nefer'khat, but there are other what some call Primal Spirits that have founded bloodlines in other places.

"I haven't heard anything about northern lights. Do you mean the shifting colours at night? Kind of a pretty green?" Oswyn asks Tarik, brow furrowing. "You'd think there'd be lots of stories, come to think of it. I've never heard one. Granted, there are a lot of things I don't have a clue about. Have you heard anything?"

Raven says, "Nefer'khat means Of the blood. As Previously mentioned-it is a hierarchal system based on maternal blood lines that trace back to Primordia, Broken up into hundreds of groups which are ruled by the direct descendents. Talk to Titus, he is quite familiar with the local folklore concerning primal spirits."

Kiera looks at tarik "That reminds me somewhat of prince cerdic and the journey of the northstar which is rumored to be itself among the stars"

Kiera adds "I've actually been looking for connections between Nefer'khat and Cardia and came across something quite troubling which I can't fully explain"

"Nerfer'khat is a place." Tarik corrects Raven, "Khat means of the blood, not Nerferkhat." Tarik furrows his brow a bit, "I know of people who are descendants of a Primal Spirit that never set foot on Nerfer'khat." Tarik shuffles his papers again, "I could go on what these so called, "Primal Spirits" are, but that really isn't a important." Tarik nods to Oswyn, "You mostly seen the northern lights up north.. Sometimes they have other colors, but I guess it is a puzzle just for me."

Oswyn returns to the desk he was leaning on originally, setting the papers aside and picking up his tea again. "I cannot help if I don't know more," he says, with just a hint of weariness. "I think we'll be wrapping up shortly."

"Does anyone have information on the Noxalfar before the Reckoing?" Tarik taps his foot, "I have been trying to connect them to western part of the Everwinter during that time, but I haven't been able too."

Oswyn adds, "I do have assistants available for... have you asked a Nox'alfar, perhaps?"

"Yes, Queen Symoneese said she would look nto it for me, but she does have a lot of duties with the current situation." Tarik shrugs his shoulders, "I was just seeing if anyone else could help, or have come across any texts about that subject.

Kiera hms "I thought it was the Rex'alfar that were connected to that region but geography is not my strong suit

Raven lifts a hand and gently brushes across Oswyn's back, "I have a stack of notes I never sifted through, Happy to share them with you my lord. Otherwise the best source remains Lord Titus or Marquessa Casseopeia/

"It's a long period of time," Oswyn says, glancing sidelong at Raven when she touches his back before returning his gaze to Tarik. "In a timeline I have found very fuzzy to begin with. You could also try the Embassy, if you haven't already? There are a number of Nox'alfar in the city. I'm sorry I'm not more helpful here."

Raven mmms, "Northern lights? Try reaching out to Lord Mirk Halfshav, the Elder of the Spirit walkers. I beyt you he'd know something, my lord."

"Hhmm, it is the Rexa'alfar." Tarik taps his foots, "I never thought about searching that partifular thrad. I always thought there were too the east as well." Tarik says, "I have a bunch of notes on Neferkhat, and the different descedenats I have encountered." tarik puts his notes into his bag. "I can't share the names of course."

Oswyn stuffs his notes into his satchel and buckles it up before slinging it over his shoulder. He straightens up and offers with a smile, "Thank you for coming, everyone. Please, send a messenger if you'd like any help with research."