The Incantors Guild.

I have often intended to sketch the interior of the Incantors Guild, it is an impressive setting but it is also a busy place where an artist would get in the way no matter how much I try to squash myself out of the way. However with a little assistance from the Master of Dark Incantation I managed to capture an image at this years moot. For those who have not had time to call in I certainly recommend a visit.

Drawers and Shelves

More glassware was stored into shelves and benches around the lab.

Cabinet of Small Skulls

Plants had grown in one area of the Overseers Lab, beneath the taller plants stood a small wooden framed glass cabinet. Small skulls sat on top, contained in its dark recessed were more jars of dubious liquids.

A Warriors Well Earned Meal.

Most of my time on the second day of the moot was spent carrying out guild duties for the Mages and Healers Guild. After quite a few hours on my feet standing guard and visiting factions with news of matters urgent and of information I took my leave and called in the bar to enjoy a pint. It seems another was also doing the same and was enjoying a well earned meal. I had no wish to disturb him as he ate but chose sketch him from across the bar. I had almost finished my sketch as he finished his meal. As he tided up and collected his trusty swords I took the time to wander over and say hello. His name was Giles Merryweather from the Jackals Faction, once he realised I meant nothing sinister in my greeting he proved to be a friendly & well mannered warrior. I hope you enjoyed your meal Giles and found safety and rest in the darkening hours.

Lost Young Souls

Tucked behind a wall at the end of the Overseers Lab was a collection of toys. Bears, dolls and other forms lay in the undergrowth. It seems the Overseer did not hold his subjects and studies to adults. One bear in particular caught my eye as it seemed to hold a paw out looking for a lost companion.

Alchemy of the Overseer

Dawn on the second day of the moot brought me back to Laboratory of the Overseer. One area held jars of many liquids and distorted forms. Some jars bubbled and frothed in a reaction of their own elements. The bench of jars made for an early exercise for this artist.

Conversations About The Arcane

Once I had finished my sketch at my first location I moved to sit by the Mages guild. Master Tirwen was busy as always behind the desk and Master Implar was coming and going dealing with the issues of his day. Seated infront of the desk two mages chatted and compared notes, engrossed in their conversation they didn’t seem to notice me sketching them into the scene. I finished my sketch, chatted with those who called by and sold a card to a gentleman of good taste from the Wardens (thank you sir!), still the two mages talked.

A Busy Day at the Guilds

As afternoon arrived on the first full day of the moot I carried my postcards and sign board down to the guild area. I couldn’t resist sketching the comings and goings of visitors to the Corruptors and the Incantors Guilds. It is a pleasure to chat with people as they call by an hopefully stir a memory or two of the many places we have seen on our travels.

Time for the Watchers.

As the yellow mists gathered in the ritual circle area I left to stroll around the guild areas. Standing on the table of the watchers was an impressive sand timer. I settled myself by the desk to sketch it in my book before the Watchers arrived to supervise their usual busy schedule of rituals and visitors to their desk.

The Great Tree.

I passed through the further chambers of the Overseers Lab to the ritual circle of The Great Tree. Here at least it seemed nature and more natural energies held sway over the macabre scenes of the lab.

Gloves and Botanical Samples.

Away from the Test Bays furniture stood against the stone walls, sturdy gloves sat beside jars containing botanical samples. Before I started my sketch a young girl appeared next to me,

“The Overseer is going to kill you,” she whispered. Unnerved by the proclamation by new companion I stumbled over my reply before asking why?

“Are you a member of the Unicorn Faction?” She asked

“Err No,” I replied

“Oh, in that case you will probably be OK” she added before wandering off.

I breathed a sigh of relief, that was turning sinister to the point of needing a change of underwear.

I Didn't Understand People Until I Took One Apart.

A cold night gave way to a frosty morning as I wandered into the lab of the Overseer. Aside from the cool breeze pushing through the Test Bays all was still. The skeletons of test subjects lay on the mortuary slab and medical notes daubed the walls. I set about making my own notes and sketches to capture the scene.