<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Cx3ofPu.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ixeor, Sovereign of the Realms Betwixt and Between<br/><strong>What:</strong>His glorious introduction!<br/><strong>When:</strong>First Round<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Manor District<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ixeor spun himself around the room, dancing with the enchanted broom in his arms. Music played from everywhere and nowhere, and his eyes were alight with warmth. "That's it... one, two, three... one, two, three..." He instructs. His own dancing is flawless, of course, but the broom had wanted to learn and so he would instruct.<br/><br/>With a quicker movement he spins the broom, opening his arms and watching with pride as the broom tilts and spins in place several times before giving a bow. Ixeor applauds cheerfully, "Oh well done! Bravo!" and with a gesture miniature fireworks go off with sparks and sending colored light cascading over the walls. It is quite the lovely spectacle, were one to ask Ixeor. In truth he is merely distracting himself, as even now his gorgeous companions are out and about within the district. He does hope they don't run into too many issues...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Within the district square the golems rushed hither and thither. Ixeor had prepared a number of spells for them to use, and one by one they broke the various bronze bell charms. Music began to play, lights hovered in place, and a little table along with tea, little cakes, and several stacks of scrolls poofed into existence with a plume of neon colored smoke. The goal, of course, was to get people--especially nobles!--to begin to see the worth of magic. Imagine how much easier it would be to decorate for a party or to serve a twelve course meal if such things could be handled by magical servants?<br/><br/>Anyone that passed by was invited to partake of tea and cake as well as to procure one of the scrolls bound in ribbon. The ribbons varied in color; children received blue, men red, and women green. The scroll, regardless of colored ribbon, read identically. It began<em>'Magic Today, Magic Forever!'</em>, and little fireworks launched out when the scroll was opened.<br/><br/>The scroll continued thus:<br/><br/><em>'Greetings, my most intelligent and astute neighbors! I offer you this gift free of charge in the hopes of opening your eyes to the wonders of magic. For who among us has never wished we had more time in the day? Every little task takes time from us, but magic can offer it back! Whether it be cooking, cleaning, enchanted quills that create a form letter or even just floating blocks to entertain the child... magic is potential made manifest. It is the way of the future and the way to make our lives easier, healthier, and more productive. <br/><br/>Let me offer this small enchanted item as proof of how useful it can be, and hope with every fiber of my being that as a result you will begin to look fondly upon the possibilities inherent in such things.'</em><br/><br/>At the bottom of each scroll is a rune, which when pressed would drop a small item into the lap of the reader. For men, an enchanted shoe brush to help keep their boots blacked. For women, a small golem in the shape of a pixie that will help them do up the laces of their outfits. For children, an enchanted toy dragon who breathed multi-colored (heatless!) flame. Ixeor is even relatively sure that all of them will work the way they're supposed to. Relatively. ...Mostly.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shrugging the thought off, he gestures for the music to go louder and bows to the broom, one hand extended. "May I have this dance?" Inexplicably, the broom seems to blush. "Huh. I didn't think you could do that." He murmurs, before smiling and pulling the broom into a waltz.