Finally, the day had come. The Written-in-Water bookstore stood beautifully and proudly against it's urban backdrop, almost as if the building itself was expecting the Thearchs to arrive, the statues guarding it's door peering down at all who walked beneath with a maitre d's air. The inside of the store was surprisingly empty of people this night, but the air was not at all still. A slight charge clung to the breeze, carried on small drafts between the shelves and aisles, just as conspicuous as the lack of any sign announcing the Caucus. Instead, there was just that slight charge, a tingling that grew and grew the deeper one walked into the store, finally leveling off on the staircase. Up, and up this feeling lead, until the tang of ozone, like a single drop of dew on a morning leaf, tickled the tongue and nose. The taste of Thunder. The scent seemed to dwell on the third floor, welling up from the bookcases displaying astronomical texts and cosmological essays, and next to these shelves a door stood ever so lightly ajar.
The room was miraculously lit by a single candle and a small light splitting crystal that was hung over it, sending brilliant flickers of light and color sparking off the walls. Four salt rimmed glasses full of dark red liquid were set on a large table in the center of the room.
Lux sat behind one of these glasses, resplendent in a blazer of cerulean blue and a blouse of pure white, her gaze fixed on the door, one hand toying with a mirrored steel ring.
This is the Silver Ladder Caucus, open to all current Order members and to new prospects. Please feel free to narrate your entrance and to start conversations until the Caucus is called to order.
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Gallows recognizes Ixidor
